A bunch of people were walking down the street. Some of them are hurriedly walking and bumping into each other. The traffic lights turn red, halting the vehicles, and a certain auburn-haired Italian, along with several people, crosses the road.

Luciano raised his hand to shade his face from the sun's harsh rays, gladly the cold wind blows swaying his hair and lessening the hot temperature. The click-clack sound of his boots can be heard as they hit the concrete floor. His steps came to a halt when he spotted his favorite cafe. He takes out his phone and checks the time. 7:30, he has enough time to treat himself to a morning coffee before heading to their meeting location.

The bell dings indicating another customer has arrived. He walks inside the pleasant smell of coffee aroma hits his nose. He immediately goes to the counter with several people who fall in line, waiting for their turn. In this early morning, only a few people go here, but once it reaches 9 am, it will be flooded.

Luciano orders his favorite, Caffè macchiato al cioccolato, and finds a seat near the window. After a few minutes of waiting for his order, the barista called his name as well as mentioned the type of coffee he had ordered. He rose from his seat, ready to get his coffee, but someone grabbed it before him. Having his eyebrows lifted, he politely inquired of the stranger, "Excuse me, sir, but the caffè you are holding is mine."

"I know it just can you give me your coffee since I'm late for a meeting I have, don't worry, I ordered a similar coffee too, the name was Allen," The stranger reasoned, however, Luciano refused to buy it, saying, "I have a meeting too, so give it back to me."

Allen groaned. "Listen here, doll face, I have a really important meeting, and I am running late, so let me have your coffee," He blamed his alarm for being late because it did not ring even though he's the one who set the alarm to P.M instead of A.M. because he's not paying attention.

Luciano crosses his arms. He was not pleased with how Allen addressed him as doll face. "Well, it's not my fault that you're late for your meeting, and please don't refer to me as doll face. I have a name. Now return my caffè." He insisted. One of his hands was placed around his waist while the other waited for Allen to return his coffee.

The man only stares at him, raising the coffee above his head and taunting the other with a grin plastered on his face, "No, I won't."

Luciano glared while Allen looked at him, amused. He was slowly losing patience with it as he gripped his fist to prevent him from punching the taller guy. "Give it back. I will not repeat it again," he demanded with a dangerously low tone accompanied by darkening of eyes.

Allen moves his hand to give Luciano his coffee, which the Italian is glad of. However, Allen abruptly withdraws it before it even reaches Luciano's hand, drinking some of the contents while staring directly at Italy's eyes. Luciano watches him with his eyes wide open and mouth slightly agape.

"I'm sorry, shortcake, I've already consumed it, so you'll have to wait for my coffee," he remarked triumphantly.

Still frozen in place, Italy could only watch him depart from the cafe. When he recovered, he mumbled "That Bastardo" while huffing. He glances at his phone again and sees that the meeting is about to begin. It is their first meeting. He lets out a disappointed sigh, anticipating Allen's Caffè to be served immediately.

At last, Allen arrived at the designated meeting location. He was silently praying that he would not be late, especially since this was the first world meeting. However, his hopes were crushed when he looked at his watch and saw that he was already 15 minutes late. He let out a frustrated sigh before entering and mentally preparing for the lecture he would receive.

The guards lead him into a specific room, which is their meeting room. He takes a deep breath as he holds the doorknob and gently opens it. He opens his mouth to apologize but closes it again when he notices that everyone else, including his Allies, is just sitting around doing nothing. Raising his brow, he searches the room and discovers that the seat at the top middle is empty. He was fortunate that the leader was also late. Therefore, he gave himself a mental high five for avoiding getting into trouble. He then proceeds to sit in a chair with his name engraved on it, making himself comfortable before conversing with an Allied friend.

Several minutes later, the door opened, revealing a short auburn-haired Italian with a curl sticking to his right side dressed in a brown WWII military uniform accompanied by a hat with a purple tassel hanging on its side. All of the eyes fall on him, including Allen, whose eyes are wide open. He cannot be mistaken by it. It was the Italian he met in the restaurant, the one that he got the Coffee.

"Please forgive me for being late. There was a man who took my caffè," He said, glancing in Allen's direction before proceeding to go to his rightful seat and purposefully placing the coffee on the table, revealing Allen's written name on the paper cup. All of the people who know Allen look at him.

"I'm sorry I didn't know that you are also part of this," Allen apologizes, and Luciano gives an acknowledging nod. "I hope it will not happen again." The American nodded in understanding, and they all settled on their seats as the meeting began.