Hey guys! So I got this review this other day that really inspired me to get off my but and write. You know and with the new year and the new me, I really wanted to post something by today. Please be kind as the story might have %100 perfect grammar and spelling. I hope y'all enjoy though.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia...


"Can I get a skinny cappuccino and a blueberry scone please?" a young blond female asked Gilbert as she moved up to be first in the cafe line.

"Sure," the albino said, ringing the order up into the cash register on the counter in front of him. "One skinny capp-"

"Wait no, can a I get a nonfat mocha with a danish instead?"

"Oh uh, sure... let me just discard the last or-"

"No, you know what, let me get a chocolate muffin with just a black coffee!" the blond cried. Gilbert backed up a bit in shock as he was not expecting to the female to start screaming suddenly.

"Uh, lady. Ca-"

"No! I want blueberry! BLUEBERRY!" Her eyes were wide with excitement now as they twitched. Whoa, devil eyes, the silverette thought, a tad freaked out now. I've heard about them in stories but now.. they seem so real.

"Blondie, calm down," he said. "It's just a muffi-"

"No! Uggh, I don't know what I want!" the blond sighed exasperated, dramatically laying her head down on the counter with her arms around her hair.

"How? This cafe is literally packed. The line's a mile long, you've had time to think. Now pick something, I don't have time for this. I'm suppose to be flirting with Mattie as I make your stupid coffee. I tried to be nice but I have other things to do."

"Ugh, isn't your job just serving people coffee?" the young women asked, lifting her head up off the counter. "Anyways, you should be honored to make my coffee sir. Considering most of your day is just serving average people drinks talking to me should be the highlight of your day," she finished, crossing her arms and seeming insulted. Whoa, from zero to a hundred right quick.

"Highlight? You think talking to you is the highlight of my awesome day? You insult me."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. There are multiple things that could be the highlight of my day, let's see...maybe talking to Mattie," the albino began as he started to tally on with hands. "Having German Sparkle Parties, beating everyone by just being more awesome, annoying my bro...ah you know I can't even list them all but I know for a fact that talking to annoying blonds like you isn't one of them."

"Well I never!" the blond cried as she slammed her hands onto the counter. "I did not come all this way to this coffee shop just be so poorly insulted by a twenty year old barista whose hair looks like he never had a drop of zinc in his life!"

" Well now I am insulted that you think I poorly insulted you. I am awesome, therefore everything I dois awesome, including when I insult people like you. And I've had a ton of zinc in my lifetime..." Gilbert crossed his arms now. "Quite awesomely if I may add."

"Ugh, I can't believe this!"

"What?" Mattie asked, suddenly becoming aware of the commotion happening with his new barista. "What is happening here guys?"

"Well, this jerk over here won't serve me any coffee even though I've asked nicely which I don't even have to do considering I'm paying you guys."

"Nicely? Please," Gilbert snorted. "I've never heard such lies."

"Are you calling me a liar?"

"Really? You just got that?"

"Ugh, do you hear him?"

"Yes," Matthew said, finally getting a word in. "I don't kn-"

"Of course he heard me! And he agrees with me as well! And you know what? We're tired of this. Let's go Birdie!" The Canadian turned to Gilbert with confusion.

"Excuse me?"

"Yeah, this girl is annoying us and we don't need this. This is so unawesome."

"Wha- Gilbert, this is work, okay? We can't just leave when we want to. We have responsibilities."

"Ugh come on Birdie, live a little. Besides it's already 9:10," the albino brought up, glancing at the clock on the wall by the door. "The store closes at 9."

"I know I know. I'll pay you overtime okay? There's too many people just to close up everything right now."

"Um," the blond customer said, tapping her foot. "I'm still here you know...sans coffee btw."

"Hush blondie," the silverette groaned, rolling his eyes. "And yeah Birdie you can. You are just not trying hard enough."

"Oh really? And how do you suspect that I do that?" At hearing that, the albino grinned devilishly.

"I thought you'd never ask."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`Twenty Minutes Later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"That was your best idea, really?" Matthew asked, wiping down the last table in the now empty cafe.

"Hey it worked didn't it?" Gilbert smiled, switching off all the lights.

"Ha, that's a bit of an understatement if I've ever heard one," the blond chuckled. "You screamed, "We're closed now suckers! Want coffee? Too damn bad!" and then preceded to individually manually push every customer out of the store."

"Yeah, that blond was a bit feisty though," the albino replied, rubbing his shoulder as he walked to behind the counter. "I think she dislocated my arm. She did not want to leave."

"Well she didn't get any of our awesome coffee. It's understandable." The Prussian turned to at the Canadian who was now heading to the back of the counter too.

"Are you always this sassy?"

"Do you always get loudmouthed with the customers?" Matthew asked with a raised eyebrow as he took his apron off and put into under the counter. "Cause that wasn't exactly on your resumé."

"Hey it's not my fault she was fickle and kept wasting my time."

"I don't get it," the blond giggled. "Your job is to deal with customers and take their drink orders. What else could you have been doing instead?"

"Uh easy. Flirting with you," the silverette said unconsciously, taking off his apron and throwing it under the counter.

"What?"

"What?"

"Did you say flirting with me?"

"Well if ya heard me, why'd you want me to repeat myself? Come on Mattie. Not your awesomest move. Step it up.

"Uh, okay... I'll uh, make sure to try that some time." A silence fell between the two as they made sure everything in the shop was in order before they headed their way out of the cafe.

"So where do you wanna eat Birdie, I'm starved," Gilbert said, breaking the silence as he and his crush walked to their cars.

"What?" the blond asked.

"Well we've been in that shop all night without anything to eat. Aren't you the least bit snackish?"

"Oh uh, yeah I guess."

"Cool then let's grab a bite together. Come on, I'll drive," the albino stated, grabbing the other man's arm and pulling him to his Volkswagen.

"Wait no, I can't," the Canadian replied. wriggling himself out of older male's grip, causing the silverette to turn around looking confused."I mean, even if I wanted to, I couldn't. I can't just abandon my car here. I'd have no way of getting to work tomorrow then."

"But you do want to right?" the Prussian asked, stepping a bit closer to the be-speckled man. "Go grab dinner with me, I mean."

"Uh." Immediately Matthew's whole face turned bright pink. "Um, I admit it sounds like an interesting idea, but I can't."

"Well how about we walk?"

"Where?"

"Well weren't you walking to an IHop earlier this afternoon when you met my bird? Why don't we go there?"

"Oh okay. I love pancakes actually so, I'd really like that."

"Great. I love 'em too. Lead the way there Birdie."

"'Kay," the Canadian agreed, putting his hands in his pocket as he walked away from the cars and continued to head straight down the sidewalk. "It's just straight down though so not a lot of instruction is needed."

"Cool," Gilbert said, following the blond and walking beside him. "But what I really care about is how far away it is. I'm so hungry and a short stack sounds really good."

"I bet."

"Hey, awesome fact about me: I've actually won a pancake eating contest before at IHop a few months ago." At this, Matthew raised an eyebrow.

"Really?"

"It was me versus my bro Antonio. I ate like 25 pancakes."

"25?"the bespeckled man snorted. "That's child play."

"Yeah," the albino nodded before thinking for a moment. "Wait, what?"

"What? Do you honestly think 25 pancakes is a lot?"

"Uh, well at the time I did."

"Please, if you think that's anything then you've never actually be in a real pancake eating contest,"

"Uh..." The silverette didn't know exactly what to say next. "And I presume you have?"

"Yeah. In my family we do it like it's a sport basically. At the last one we had I think I ate like 98 only though. I had a big breakfast that day."

"98? You ate 98 pancakes?"

"Yeah." The Canadian looked at him with a smirk. "Sure beats a measly 25, huh?"

"Well uh, you know. I- I only ate that little because I had an extra big breakfast that day."

"I bet."

"No, I'll show you. Right here, right now. When we get to IHop we're gonna have a competition me and you."

"Okay, you're on."

"Great."

"Race you there," the Canadian said before he started to dash off down the soundwalk.

"What? Oh not fair, you got a head start!" Gilbert cried, racing off behind the blond. "The awesome me will still beat you though!"

"Where should I drop you off, mon lapin?" Francis asked Arthur as he drove out off the supermarket parking lot.

"At the usual is fine," the Brit said, looking out the window.

"What, no! I'm tired of dropping you off in the middle of nowhere."

"Then where in the heavens do you think you're going to drop me off?" Arthur asked, turning to look at the blond incredulously.

"At your house maybe?"

"At my ho- oh, ohhhh." The dirty blond nodded as he chuckled to himself. "I should have known. I really should have."

"What?"

"Your devious plan."

"My plan?"

"Yes, your plan. What are- oh, I get it, you're feigning ignorance. Nice."

"Nice?" The Frenchman glanced at Arthur confused for a second before looking back at the road. "What are you talking about?"

"Oh please. You casually agree to ring me up after our cashier leaves and after that you of course ask to help with my many bags out of what you say was the kindness of your heart. Then me, not yet seeing any ulterior motives, agree. Then you ever so casually agree to drive me back to my home, forcing me to tell you where I live. After you drop me off however, you will just sit outside of my abode with a tent and binoculars and stalk me for the rest of my life. That's how they get you!"

"What? I don't know what's worse: the fact that you think I wanna stalk you or that you think I have nothing better to do with my life but sit outside your house with binoculars."

"Hey! Don't get me to try to explain your life! You're the one who wants to stalk me."

"I don't, mon lapin. I like you I admit, but I am not trying to stalk you."

"Oh come on, you can't admit one without the other."

"Wha...Ho.. I can't reply to that."

"Because you know it's true."

"No, be- you know what? Nevermind. But you know, I don't get you. I'm just trying to be nice and do you a favor, not be a stalker. You're the one who walked to the store and didn't have a car to bring all the groceries you bought. I do not know why you had to get all that extra stuff after Peter left anyway."

"Hey, I was just fine without you. I didn't need your help. I could have made it home without you."

"How? You have at least 20 bags. There is no way you could bring that home with you."

"I could have if I made multiple trips."

"Multiple trips?"

"Yep."

"You'd need to make at least like four trips. How close do you live to the supermarket?"

"None of your damn business!"

"Really?"

"Yes really," Arthur said, shooting daggers at Francis.

"Look I need to know where you live, okay? I promise I won't stalk you, I just don't want to drop you at the woods again."

"Well you might as well drop me off here then because I'm not telling you," the Briton stated, crossing his arms. The Frenchman raked his hand through his hair and took a deep breath before talking again.

"Fine then to the woods we go."

"Amazing."

"Can I at least ask what you're making?"

"What?"

"With your food. What are you making?"

"Wow."

"Wow? Wow what?"

"Wow as in I almost fell for your first trick, do you really think that I am going to fall for your second one?"

"Second one?"

"You want me to spell it out for you? Really?"

"Um..." Francis turned his head to look at the dirty blond as he stopped his car at a red light. "I'm afraid to say yes but a part of me has to know."

"Fine. You, oh so innocently, ask me what I'm making with my groceries as if it was part of a normal conversation so I wouldn't raise any eyebrows. Then you casually ask me when I am making it. After that you drop me off at the woods and leave me go on my merry way. Then on the day I said I was making my dish, you walk around town with your comrades sniffing your way through house and apartment complexes till you smell my dish cooking. That way, you know where I live and can stalk me for the rest of my life! That's how they get you!"

"Wh- sniffing around town?"

"The light's green now."

"With my comrades?"

"Francis, the light is green. Go."

"No, no, no. I'm actually insulted now. When do you think I came up with this plan?"

"I don't know! You're the stalker. Just go before the light tu- and now it's red. Good bloody job! Now we have to wait."

"What? In a rush? Do you have a soiree with some raccoons in the woods or something?"

"Ha! So funny!"

"You think so but I actually wouldn't be surprised if you had said yes."

"I don't live in the woods, you know?" Arthur grumbled, looking out the window.

"I have a hard time believing that now," the blond said, pressing the gas as when the light turned green again.

"Well you know what? We're almost there so I'm just gonna go now anyway." Francis sighed before turning towards Arthur. He was gonna say something but ended up just looking forward again.

"What?" the Englishman asked, still staring out the window.

"What?" the blond repeated, going off the road a bit and parking by the Brit's usual spot by the woods.

"Why'd you look at me?" Arthur asked, turning toward the blue-eyed man.

"How'd you know I did that? You were looking out the window. How'd you see that?" the Frenchman questioned, looking at the Briton.

"So you're not denying it is what I'm hearing?" Francis could help but smirk.

"Yeah, I guess. I was gonna say I'm excited for our date at the restaurant."

"Oh, uh." Arthur blushed slightly as he looked down at his lap for a second before shaking his head and opening the car door beside him."Well you should be. I've gott-"

"Mon lapin, we've been over this," the blond said, grabbing the other man's hand before he got out of the vehicle. "It's only polite to give your partner a kiss goodbye, non?"

"Ha! You ain't getting jack out of me! Maybe Friday night if you're lucky, you wanker!" The last comment seemed to put both of the males in shock as a silence fell over them.

"Really?" the Frenchman smiled. Arthur kept quiet as he thought about what to say. What the bloody hell did I say that for... well I can't take that back now anyway...

"Yes, can you not hear me?! Bloody hell," the Englishman muttered to himself as he turned and exited the car. He walked to the back and opened it, took out a couple of bags and went back to the front of the vehicle.

"What? You only grabbed two bags?" Francis asked, shocked as he looked at the dirty blond.

"Yeah, one for each hand. I'm gonna have to trek through the woods, I'm not gonna have the bags weigh me down."

"Do you want me to just sit here while you do multiple trips back and forth? Cause I'm not going to do that."

"As if I'd agree to that anyway. It'd be way too easy for you to follow me if you didn't leave automatically. No, I want you to leave now with them."

"What?! You don't want your food anymore?"

"Of course I do. I spent my money on them. Just bring them to the restaurant tomorrow."

"Wh- I'm not bringing 20 pounds of groceries to a fancy restaurant."

"Why not? Do they have a policy against that or something?"

"Uh.. no, but probably because they thought they never had to."

"Well it's their fault. They should have never assumed anything. Now go, my milk is gonna spoil if we continue to waste time."

"B-"

"Go! It's gonna go bad! My goodness. You know what? I can't. Bye, see you tomorrow," Arthur said, turning around and walking into the woods, leaving Francis to just stare at him with utter disbelief and shock.


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