So, you guise still out there? Heheh. I promise I will update more…but then again, I've said this before, no?
"Tori, like get up."
"Mmm…what time is it?" Viktorija rolled over rubbing at her eyes. It had to be late morning. Felicija wouldn't be here otherwise.
"Seven," the blonde woman said, already rifling through her friend's closet for clothes that she might have been separated with.
"Really?" the Lithuanian sat up quickly, shocked that Felicija was in her apartment at seven in the morning.
"You wanna go shopping with me today? Derek totally gave me a bunch of money."
"I have work to go to work," the brunette shoved off her covers, pushing herself out of bed. She now knew why the blonde had dropped by so early. When it came to shopping, it was never too early for Felicija.
"But Toriiiii," her friend whined, throwing herself down where the other woman was just laying.
"Felicija, I'll be late enough as it is," she replied, hurriedly pulling on a long-sleeved shirt.
"Like Alfred cares if you're late." Felicija commented, rolling onto her stomach. "Then again, I wouldn't want to miss a minute of Dr. Kirkland."
Viktorija tried to ignore the blonde, continuing to get dressed as a light pink dusted her cheeks. Within five minutes, she was completely ready for work, listening to Felicija complain and/or make inappropriate suggestions about her employer's brother every second.
"Goodbye, Felicija," she said, pulling on her sneakers and stopping her between sentences, "Make sure the boys grab their lunches."
"Okay, whatever," the blonde replied, following her friend to the door. "But if I find out that Ivan kidnaps you or something, I will not hesitate in calling the cops."
The brunette shook her head and smirked as she closed the apartment door behind her. Her smile faded as she thought of a possible encounter with the Russian. It had been about a week since she had last talked to him, and she hadn't seen him once either. The fact that they hadn't run into each other was a bit amazing really.
Viktorija arrived at the penthouse about half an hour later to find that the boisterous American and his more subdued English brother had managed to make breakfast without having to call the firehouse. Given, it looked as though it was only eggs and toast. It made the Lithuanian smile to see them eating at the same table and not arguing. It didn't matter that neither of them were morning people and didn't say much of anything this early, but it was a start.
"Good morning Mr. Jones, good morning Dr. Kirkland," she greeted with her smile still in place, "I'm sorry I'm late-"
"No big." the younger of the two said, taking a large gulp of his coffee, "It gave me and Iggy the morning together. And look! We're both still alive!"
"Astoundingly," his brother added. "Miss Laurinaté, please never let the two of us cook together ever again."
The arrival of the housekeeper had obviously made the two men more awake. Of course, she contributed this humbly to what she wasn't here to witness, their adventure in the kitchen.
"Which reminds me," Arthur spoke up again with a final sip of his tea, "We should probably go finish cleaning that up."
"Oh yeah!" Alfred said, picking up his plate and leading the way, his brother doing the same.
The brunette curiously followed, honestly wondering what the brothers could have possibly done to the-
"Oh," she gasped as she saw what exactly had happened. The two men sent apologetic smiles in her direction as Arthur wiped at something white on the counter and Alfred picked up a broken piece of dishware on the floor.
Alfred pushed his glasses up his nose with his wrist. "We were gonna make flapjacks, you know, but…"
"We were a bit too ambitious." Arthur finished, carrying the towel with the broken glass to shake it out over the garbage can. "We decided on something simpler."
"But that kinda backfired too." The younger added.
Viktorija surveyed the mess, her surprise fading to slight amusement. The two had seemed to manage to spill everything in the kitchen at least once, various dishes piled in the sink. She smiled as stepped further into the room, shooing both men out.
"I can handle this. You finish getting ready Mr. Jones, or else you'll be late as well."
"Aw, crap!" the American shouted as he looked at the clock on the stove, "Kiku's gonna kill me!" He bolted to his bedroom, peeling off his Captain America pajama shirt as he went.
"Now, Miss Laurinaté, it would be rude of me not to help." Arthur insisted.
"It would be rude of you not to let me do my job, Dr. Kirkland," Viktorija retorted, "Now go on. I've dealt with much more of a mess than this."
The Englishman stood in a somewhat of a shocked silence. He watched her as she began to clean up the mess he and his brother had made. When she realized that he was still standing there, she stopped what she was doing.
"Dr. Kirkland, please go do something else."
"…Alright." The man sighed, understanding that he wouldn't be permitted to help at all. He walked back to his room, deciding to change after a chapter or so of his book and a shower.
When Viktorija was certain that he had left and wasn't going to pop back in unexpectedly, she rolled up her sleeves and started to clean the kitchen properly.
I finished writing this chapter and realized that it may be mostly filler…. I would love to here err body's opinion on that in reviews! (I feel the need to go out laughing. I have no idea why.) AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!