Hey guys! This is my sixth installment of I Dare You. I hope y'all enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia...
"How come you were so late picking me up?" Lovino asked as he and Lukas sat down at their table in the restaurant.
"I don't understand..." the Norwegian explained, as he took the napkin out of his cup and set it across his lap.
"What do you mean you don't understand?! When I called you yesterday you said you were going to pick me up at 8:00. You picked me up at 8:13!"
"I said 8:20," Lukas said, shaking his head.
"What, no! You didn't say you were going to pick me at 8:20. I distinctly remember you saying 8."
"Yeah, then 20."
"No, you didn't!"
"Yes, I did."
"Wait, so are you calling me a liar?!"
"Again with this," the blond sighed, exasperated.
"What do you mean 'again with this'? Maybe if you stopped calling me a liar then we wouldn't be doing this again!"
"Calm down, Lovino."
"Calm down?! You calm down!
"I am calm."
"Excuse me," a man said as he approached the table and put bread down on it. "My name is Mathias and I'll be your waiter this even- Whoa Lukas! Is that you?"
"You work here?" the Norwegian asked, surprised.
"Yeah, I got the job a few weeks ago. Today was supposed to be my day off but I worked today anyway since I wanted to hang with you but you said you were busy."
"I am busy," Lukas said, motioning towards Lovino.
"Right. Hey, how's it going?" the Dane greeted, offering his his hand to his Italian. "My name's Mathias."
"Yeah, you said that before," the brunette pointed out, slapping the man's hand away. "Now either take our order or go away; we're on a date."
"Date?" Mathias repeated, his face falling. "Lukas, why didn't you tell me?"
"Why would I?" Lukas asked, looking at the blond man.
"Well, you're my best friend. I tell you everything!"
"Like this job?"
"I...I guess.. you know what? You're right. We haven't been hanging out a lot anymore. Well, that changes tonight!" the Dane declared, taking off his apron and throwing on the ground. "I'll join you guys. Let me just tell my manager I'm leaving work early!"
"What?! No! You can-" Lovino began, but the waiter had already scurried off. "Is that it? You're just going to let him intrude on our date?!"
"He's my friend," the Norwegian tried to explain, sighing.
"So?! I don't give a fuck about that! I'm your date!"
"He's- It's complicated."
"How is it complicated?! Just send him away!"
"Hey guys, I'm back!" Mathias smiled as he approached the table again. "Huh, looks like we'll need another table."
"No, we don't!" Lovino argued. "You need to le-"
"No, no dude, it's cool dude. I'll get it!" the blond said as he pulled a nearby a table and pushed it against Lovino's and Lukas's table. He pulled up a chair and sat by his best friend.
"So," the Dane started, taking a roll from the bread basket. "Where did you two meet?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Meanwhile, a few tables over...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Thank you," Peter said as the Maitre-D' seated him and Arthur at their table."And you must give me that recipe for herbed stuffed mushroom caps later."
"Of course," the man chuckled. "It takes a very delicate hand to make but I have a feeling you can do it. I hope you two enjoy your dinner. Your waiter should be with you in but a moment."
"Cool, talk to you later man," the blond said as the man walked away.
"What the hell was that?!" Arthur asked, looking at Peter incredulously.
"What in the heavens do you mean?"
"I mean, you literally just met the guy and now you're sharing recipes."
"It's not my fault the guy's a charismatic gentleman with good mushroom cap recipes," the Sealander argued. "Maybe if you were more like him you could actually get real dates. You know, instead of using your older brother to threaten guys into going on dates with you."
"Excuse me?! I don't need my brother to get dates! That was a once in a lifetime situation!"
"Yeah, okay. So you didn't use your brother to get that American guy to be your boyfriend?"
"No! I met Alfred last summer. At a McDonalds to be exact, not that it's any of your business!" the Englishman spat.
"Are you sure? Because I don't know anything about you and you're supposed to be my boyfriend," Peter shot back.
"Hey, I'm the one making the rules okay? I'll tell you if you need to know something!"
"Fine, what do I need to know?"
"Yo! Artie, is that you?!" They couple heard someone yell from across the restaurant. "Hey! Artie!"
"Hold my hand!" Arthur ordered, quickly reaching over to grab his date's hand.
"Whoa, by a man a drink first," Peter chuckled.
"Just do it now! On the table!"
"Fine, yeesh." The blond reluctantly grabbed his 'boyfriend's' hand just as Alfred had come up to their table with his signature grin.
"No way! You guys are here too? What are the chan- wait. You guys are already holding hands?" Alfred asked as he saw their hands joined together resting on the table. His smile faded.
"Yeah, why? We are dating," the Englishman pointed out. "What did you expect?"
"I know it's just that, well..." the American hesitated, nervously scratching the back of his head. "It's just that we never held hands in public and we dated for months. I was shocked even more yesterday when he kissed you." They stayed in an awkward silence for a few seconds until Peter decided to speak up.
"Yeah, well my dad taught me that if I want something then I should take it and that's what I do!" Peter declared before he stood up, reached over and kissed Arthur fiercely on the lips.
"Let go of me!" the Englishman yelled as he pushed his date off him so strongly that he landed on his chair and toppled over on the floor. Arthur wiped off his lips and looked up and saw Alfred giving him a puzzled look.
"What was that?" the American asked.
"What do you mean?" the Englishman questioned, feigning confusion as Peter stood up.
"I mean, you pushing your boyfriend on the floor when he kissed floor. What was that about?"
"Oh that? Well... it was just..."Arthur hesitated.
"It was nothing," Peter said, picking up his chair. "We play around like that all the time. If you think that crazy now, you should just see him in the bedroom."
"What?!" Arthur cried. "Who do you th-"
"It's okay, Arthur; no need to be shy," the Sealander interrupted. "We're all grownups here."
"Th- The bedroom?" the American stuttered. "You've been to his bedroom?"
"Yeah, I mean, where do you think we have coitus? Well, I suppose there was that one time where Arthur here wanted to have sex in the park but I'm not adventurous as he is. It is my one fatal flaw; but other than that I have to say, I'm pretty perfect," the blond finished, sitting down.
"Artie?" Alfred asked, shocked as looked at his ex-boyfriend. "Is that true?"
"Um...," the Englishman began, glancing at Peter to see him motioning for him to go on. He shot his date daggers before he finished answering. "Of course it is! Do you think anyone could just make that up?!"
"Well, I've guess you've changed a lot since we were dating 'cause I don't remember you wanting to any of that," Alfred said, not believing the couple's story.
"Maybe he just didn't want to do any of those things with you," the Sealander commented. "Now that Arthur has a real man, he's far much more inspired to try new things."
"Excuse me?" the American asked, incredulously. "I'll have you know that I am the manliest man that you will ever meet!"
"Ha! I find that hard to believe. I mean, how much of a man can you really be? You're not even wearing a bowtie!"
"Wait, what?" the bespeckled man inquired, taken aback.
"You heard me!" Before Alfred could respond, the trio heard a thick Russian accent cut through the air.
"Alfred!" they heard it say. "Alfred, where'd you go?"
"I'm over here Ivan!" the American cried, turning around to see if he could spot his boyfriend. "Ivan, do you see me?"
"Ah, there you are," the Russian said, approaching the table. "You left me and my best friend waiting at the tab- wait, where is my best friend anyway?" The man turned around and looked over all the heads in the restaurant. "I told his to come behind me. Did he not listen?"
"Non, non, je suis ici," Francis said frantically, not wanting to anger the man. "Just look down."
"What?" the Russian asked, looking down to find his best friend had been standing in front of him. "There you are. You need to get taller so I can see you, okay?"
"Quoi? I can't just suddenly get ta-"
"Okay?" the purple-eyed man repeated sternly.
"Okay! It's done. Forget I said anything."
"Good."
"Wait, you look familiar," the Englishman realized, looking at Francis. "Do I know you from somewhere?"
"I don't think so. I mean, surely if we had met before I would've given you a night you'd never forget," the Frenchman winked, regaining his composure after being scared by Ivan.
"Wait, what? Did you just bloody wink at me, you wanker?!" Arthur cried, disgusted. "Oh my gosh, I know where I recognize you from. You the one who tried to rape me in the bar restroom last Friday!"
"Wait, what did you say?!" Alfred asked, shocked. "He tried to what you?!"
"I did not try to rape you, mon cher," Francis explained calmly, walking past the Russian and grabbing Arthur's hand. "I simply asked you out to dinner, which you can still accept by the way."
"Um hello," Peter said, waving his hands in the air, trying to be recognized. "He's kind of on a date with me right now."
"Oh. Then tomorrow?"
"What?!" the Englishman asked. shocked. "No! I would never go on a date wi-"
"Alfred," Ivan interrupted, getting bored of the conversation. "What were you doing over here?"
"Well, I was just on my way to the bathroom when I ran into my old friend Arthur and his date Peter," Alfred began. "Why don't we join them for dinner?"
"What?!" Arthur asked, taken aback. "There's no bloody way that I'm going to let you or that French bastard join my dat-"
"I'd love to. I always like making new friends," the white-haired man agreed. He walked over to an empty two-person table and pushed it up against Arthur and Peter's. He grabbed three chairs and placed them one by Arthur, one by Peter, and one at the end.
"Francis, go sit by the eyebrowed man," Ivan ordered, taking a seat at the end of the table.
"No! There's no bloody way I'm going to let you people sit at my fucking table!" Arthur yelled, glaring at the three men. "Especially if that slimy frog of a bastard is going to si-"
"I don't understand why we're still talking about this," the Russian said, confused. "I said, sit down." The Frenchman swiftly took a seat by the dirty blond while Alfred sat down by Peter.
"Who on Earth told you that you guys can sit here?!" the Englishman complained, shoving the blond off the chair next to him and on the floor. "You guys ne-"
"You can't just push me on the floor!" Francis cried, getting up and wiping off his pants.
"And you just can't sit at my tabl-"
"Relax Artie, it's cool. Plus it gives me time to learn about Pete over here," the American said, swinging his arms over Peter's shoulder. Francis reluctantly took his seat again, but not before moving the chair over a few inches away from Arthur.
"Pete?" the Sealander questioned, fascinated. "Is that a nickname you just made for me? That's so cool! I think I'll give all you guys your own nickname!" He pointed at Alfred first. "I'll call you Al, I'll call Arthur...um.. I'll call you um..."
"You know, I already have a nickname for him," the American offered. "It's Ar-"
"Shhhh Al! I'm thinking! Wait, I got it! I'll call you... Arthu!"
"Arthu?!' Arthur repeated. "What the bloody kind of name is Arthu?! Isn't a nickname supposed to make a name like a syllable shorter or at least, easier to pronounce?! You have to be the most retarded pe-"
"Arthu, be quiet!" Peter scolded. "You already have your nickname, so stop being selfish and let me give everybody else theirs. Now Francis, I think I call you Francey and Ivan I'll call you-"
"What?" the Russian asked, sternly. "What are you going to call me?"
"Ivan. I'll call you Ivan." The white man haired glared at the blond for a moment before breaking out in a smile.
"I like it."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Back At The Coffee Shop~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Here you go, Sally," Matthew said, reading the the customer's name off the side of the drink before handing it to her. "One small nonfat cappuccino for you."
"Thank you so much," the young woman said, putting her drink on the counter before she rummaged through her monstrous-sized purse for her wallet. "You're like, the only coffee place in the town that stays open past nine."
"That's one of the many things that makes 'Morning Joe' as awesome as it is," the Canadian smiled. "And getting you the coffee is nothing to thank me for. It is my job after all."
"Ah, found it!" Sally exclaimed, feeling accomplished as she pulled a orange bedazzled wallet out of her purse. Her whole face flushed with embarrassment as she remembered the childish design of her pocketbook.
"Please don't laugh at me," Sally said, setting her purse by her drink as she opened her pouch and took out a twenty dollar bill. "I've had this wallet since I was ten and I never seem to find the right time to buy a new one."
"I would never do that," Matthew assured, waving off the idea. "If anything, orange is the new black."
"That's so sweet," the young women grinned. "Here, you know what? Keep the rest as change." She handed him over the twenty dollar bill. "You deserve it."
"What? No, I could never accept that," the Canadian explained, shaking his head as he took the bill. "Here let me get you a muffin or so-"
"No, please. I insist. You were so nice to me I'd feel guilty if you didn't take it," Sally said. She put her wallet back in her purse and slung it over her shoulder as she picked up her drink. "Have a nice night," the young woman smiled as she turned around and walked out of the coffee shop.
"You too!" Matthew cried after her.
*Beep Beep*
"Huh, will you look at that," the blond said, glancing at his watch. "It's nine-thirty. Time to close up sho-"
"Wait! Wait!" an albino yelled, running through the entrance of the shop. "You guys are still open, right?"
"Well, I was actually about to clo- wait, I know you," Matthew realized, adjusting his glasses as the man approached the counter.
"Well, obviously! "Gilbert smirked, before looking down and clearing his throat. "Ehem, I mean, yeah. I helped you yesterday at coffee shop when your friend abandoned you, remember?"
" Oh right," the canadian recalled. "That was so nice of you."
"Well, I couldn't let you hang dry like that. That'd be like, the opposite of awesome."
"I guess," the barista giggled. "So, how can I help you? Do you want a coffee?"
"Actually, I came because I wanted to sign up for the barista job." The silverette took out a folded piece of paper out his pocket and handed it over to Matthew. "I saw this posted outside." The Canadian unraveled the paper and saw that it was the help wanted sign he has put outside yesterday.
"Wait… you do know that this wasn't a flyer right?" the blond said, holding up the sign. "You weren't supposed to take it."
"Yeah, I know. I just grabbed it, so no one else would apply," the German explained, simply.
"Oh," Matthew let out, surprised. "Well, in any case, yesterday you showed me that you can clearly make a mean cup of coffee. You can have the job."
"Really?! Wait, no I mean, sure I'll take the job if you're insisting," Gilbert finished coolly, leaning on the counter.
"Um okay. You'll be working Tuesday to Saturday from six to nine-thirty. You can start tomorrow if you want." The Canadian reached under the counter and pulled out a green apron. He gave it to the Prussian.
"Thanks. And you know what? I think I'll have that cup of coffee now," the albino said, standing straight. "I'll have a cappuccino."
"One coffee coming up," Matthew grinned, before he turned around and walked over to the coffee maker. The German couldn't help but notice how gracefully the Canadian's body moved as he worked the machine. Every single one of his subtle, but toned muscles seemed to flex under his slim fit shirt as he made the drink.
"Here you go," the blond smiled, turning around and giving the Prussian his coffee. "It's on the house. Consider it a congratulatory gift on your new job."
"Thanks," Gilbert said, a little sad his view was gone.
"No problem." The albino was about to say something when his phone went off in his pocket.
Swish, I'm balling
I'm so awesome
Old bitch keep calling
She think I'm awesome
Jackboys wanna rob m-
"Hey bruder, what's up?" the Prussian asked, answering his phone. "What do you mean why am I not home? It's nine forty-five. What do you mean I have to wake up early tomorrow? What do you mean I have an appointment? What do you mean why do I keep saying what do you mean? What do you mean I'm an idiot? Oh, right. Fine, I'm on my way." Gilbert put his phone back in his pocket. "I have to go now."
"Yea, I kinda heard," the blond said.
"Thanks, I guess I see you later then."
"Yea, I hope you enjoy your cappuccino."
"You too," Gilbert let out before he realized what he had said.
"Ummmmmm..." The Canadian was quite sure how to respond.
"Yeah, you don't have to answer that," the German sighed. "Bye Mattie." He turned around and started to exit the store. Mein gott, you couldn't have left before you said that?! Gilbert thought, mentally kicking himself . He probably thinks you're retarded or something. You know what? You probably played it cool. You're overreacting. He probably still thinks you're awesome, not a complete idio- Being so absorbed in his thoughts, stopped paying attention where to he was going and ran into the window adjacent to the door.
"Are you okay?" the Canadian barista asked worried, but slightly puzzled. "Do you need help?"
"No, it's cool," the Prussian said, turning around. "The awesome me totally did that on purpose. I was just checking how strong the windows here are. I couldn't work in a place that had such weak ass windows they broke after one medium level impact. But now that I know these bad boys are sturdy I can totally work here," He explained, hitting the window with his free hand. "See, hard as a ro-" The German was interrupted by the sound of glass shattering. "Ow," he let out, looking at his hand to find it had been cut. He looked and saw the window had broken into pieces. He looked back at Matthew nervously. "Um.. just take that out of my first pay check," the silverette said before turning back around and exiting the cafe.
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