Author's Note:
Alright I just had to post this! Sorry really! Anyway, I promise this time that I have an awesome RusCan story plan, scratch that it's also a Baltic Trio and Prussia thing! So, I hope you'd check this humble fic-collection of epic randomness from time to time.
So, again unrequited is taking a bit slow...I want to write stuff here for the mean time. Xd
So, hope u wait for awhile.
(GCJaeky's Notes XD)
Anyway, I think America's cute here and NorBela isn't really the focus here. So...yeah. I am also having a bit of trouble with Unrequited...XD...
Warnings: It's1inthemorningIcan'tthinkXD!
Hetalia, not ours, is a work of a Genius.
Trust
It all started at the 'flan'.
It was a giant compound with a flat oblong top of plain white supported by beams of varying thickness, crisscrossing inwardly. Other than that it was protected by two layers of NASA grade glass. Most called it the inverted plateau since it's bigger on top then bottom.
The compound was sectioned into three, each mouth-watering in its own way.
The walls of metal and glass give the people a view of the beautiful world within.
The first was an authentic steak house that was known globally and recognized adamantly for serving the best meat in the world. However its charm intensifies with its authenticity to foreign styles and approaches of grilling, smoking, and barbecuing. This was for families and people who love five-star food without the intricacies of five-star dining. It was laid-back, natural and homey.
The next was a classy French restaurant with food to die for and an interior to drool upon. The truly lavish style complimented the food in all its lavish ingredients and plating. Every food publication and even fine living magazines have made at least three features about the restaurant.
But last but not the least had to be a place where everybody could enjoy. It was the Sweet emporium. Just looking through the glass was enough to turn one's sweet tooth on overdrive.
There was a stack of delectable brownies with the moistest fudge and cherry filling. Rock candies of all colors and designs were beautifully placed in one huge glass gar according to color, while glass spheres held candied fruits and such. A tray of chocolate-covered bacon and a jar of the most colorful lollipops were placed just in front. If you peeped behind the colorful decor you could see the whimsical interior filled with pastries and men working tirelessly on stretching rock candies. Machines of toffee would go on while artisans continued to craft etched chocolate eggs of candied eggs that looked too good to eat especially since they looked Faberge.
Although it may look like a house of diabetes, their creations were praised time and time again for being just right in the level of sweetness. Everybody could enjoy it; especially since the store makes it a point to put a limit in one's spending due to health concerns. Other than that adult's could enjoy more mature desserts in the "guilty shack" just right next to the soda fountain.
That's when they saw him.
Lu and Nat have been dating for a while and though they might have fought on where they should spend their fifth date, it was decided by the man of the relationship, Natalia, to go on a food adventure.
They've finished sampling the best steaks of the grill house and the Belarusian girl could not believe that authenticity of the draniki she ordered and how even a simple glass of red iced tea could be...fulfilling to the taste buds.
They decided to keep things light for dessert to be heavy, the only thing Lukas pleaded for with his last ounce of pride and dignity. He had a bit of a sweet tooth.
On their way in, a wind of whimsy greeted them as the all the scents combined into one big aura of sweetness. It looked like heaven to Norway while it looked like one of Finland's Workshops to Belarus. What caught their attention was a sweet old Scottish lady working on hot candy with her bare hands.
"Isn't that what Japan did on the last meeting?" Belarus asked in a whisper. Only a small grunt replied her as the man was transfixed by the process.
"It must've been hard to learn that..." The soft words escaped his soft green eyes of the woman shined in recognition.
"It really was m'dearie, but m'boss was really patient with me. I've been working for him for two decades you see and now I'm head of the crafting department." She answered in all humility before greeting someone behind the two lovebirds. "Speaking of..."
"Hey, Mary, are you sure you're okay with working today? It's your wedding anniversary after all, gold is really special y'know?" A familiar cheerful voice sent shivers down their spines. Although something was off and it had something to do with the light Texan accent that coated voice.
"I'm fine, boss, he knows this is my life's passion...that old bag of skin and bones won't stop these hands!" She smiled widely.
"You've been working for me for decades and you still call me boss." The voiced sighed. "...just call me Al."
"Sure, sure, Mr. America" she chimed before passing the two tensed nations causing them to turn around reluctantly.
"Hey guys, I didn't know you were coming! I can't believe you heard of this place!" The tall American swooped them both up in a firm hug. His Texan accent gone like smoke.
The American was a lot bigger than Lukas in terms of built and height and was similar to Germany's and Sve's but of course proportionally smaller, pretty much a shocker when he first saw the kid shirtless with a strap of cooling gel covering his rocking abs...
He placed them safely on the ground before grinning at them; he was wearing comfortable black jeans and a chef's shirt with red inner linings and the first button unbuttoned. He didn't seem to be wearing his trusty glasses and he did have some sweat on him so he was probably working at the back.
The two couldn't help but circumspect him for a nanosecond. His hair wasn't really that blonde, though still golden, it had a slight tinge of tones warmer like orange and red, but only the slightest around the roots. He was a light strawberry blonde.
"Um...dudes, is there something wrong with my face?" The innocent blue eyes intensified his surprising charm as he rubbed his slightly rosy cheeks.
"A-anyway, you own this place?" Belarus asked softly, she knew Alfred was a good cook, he's cooked more than once for their buffalo meetings but owning an establishment like the Flan was something else.
"It's a shared thing with Mattie. I just handle this part a lot more often while he handles the French side. And then we meet together in the buffet side." He smiled softly. The soft smile was a refreshing change.
"Why? You think I'm gonna give you two a discount?" He laughed boisterously but somehow the two knew that he was just kidding good-naturedly...as if it was much less annoying than how the other times he laughed during meetings.
"Go on dudes, help yourselves. It's on me. But we still have the health limit applied!" He shouted as the two went off the distance, darting for the jars of sweets. They actually started fighting over candy with kids…
When they got back, a lot of bread crumbs and ice cream decorate their faces and they still had a handful of candy and a glass of peach Bellini. This had to be too good to be true.
"Don't eat too much Hansel and Gretel! I might be tempted to cook you later." America commented seriously concerned on how their stomachs were bulging.
"Lu, can I ask you a favor?" The older man looked up being greeted by a small plate with the moistest butter cake he has seen outside of his land. "Could you...tell me how it tastes? I mean, I know it won't be as awesome as yours but still." He blushed ending his sentence.
Lukas was very reluctant. The last time he ate America's cooking he was blasted to the wall in unadulterated mouth-gasm...he was sure he didn't want that to happen in public.
"Sure." He said bravely holding his confused girlfriend's hand with his trembling hands. He took the small fork and gently got a small piece of the spongy yet moist cake. The aroma exploded, all buttery and cakey…how the fuck was that possible?
Norway inched the cake closer with his mouth opening little by little until the yellow sponge was in the confines of his wet mouth.
Everything went white and he felt rainbows erupting from his mouth. It didn't taste anything like his cake but it was at the same caliber of perfection.
"Norway are you alright? I-I'm sorry…"
When the Norwegian came through, he was on the floor and was held by a very apologetic-looking American.
"I-It was good." He said flatly with a blush. It was actually more than great if that was possible, but he had pride and he didn't want the American to start blabbering about.
"T-thanks. I'll go get the sign." A soft blush and a shy smile was the least expected answer. He scribbled something on a black chalkboard and placed it meekly on the display window.
"There. 'Norway-approved Butter cake'" he said with a happy grin.
"Hey Al, are the croissants ready yet?" Another familiar voice came in with a chime of a greeting bell. Although it was louder than what they were used too.
"Yeah Mattie, I just asked Seth to bring them to you actually." The golden-strawberry blonde answered happily.
"I must've missed him then." An audible laughter came from behind.
"Good morning, Mr. Norway and Ms. Belarus." The Canadian's voice went back to its soft almost inaudible voice. He politely bowed and proceeded to talk with his twin.
He wore a white chef's shirt with black inner linings and slacks. His shirt was also snug on his beautiful form. His soft champagne blonde hair was neatly tied in a small pony tail. His charming light lavenders were glued to his brother's shining sapphires.
"…Al, you should really change your clothes, your shift's almost done and I'm pretty sure I don't want you getting sick again" The older twin brought his hand on the broad shoulder.
"I should be saying the same thing to you" America laughed as he ruffled the neat yet sweaty ponytailed hair.
Their heads were almost conjoined as they continued to laugh and talk. Champagne swirled with juicy strawberries.
Champagne and strawberries, that would be an awesome code name…
The two were now in designer Ts. Alfred wore a navy blue one with faded white stars scattered on it while Matthew wore white one with two simple stripes going down. Both shirts' sleeves were cut just below the shoulder, emphasizing their intimidating arms. How the hell didn't the two notice them change? Why would they want to see them change anyway?
"So, Bro, are you going to watch that movie with me tonight?" the younger asked, urging eagerly.
"I'm sorry, Bro, but I'm going to be late tonight…a critic's coming tomorrow so the restaurant has to be spotless" the older smiled apologetically.
"You're no fair. You promised me and remember what mom said…" the American whined, pursing his lips and crossing his arms.
"Hey, you ditched me last week for the very same reason. Now promise me that you won't watch it without me or without someone to calm you down *Cough*Like Denmark*Cough*" he reasoned out stopping by the door.
"Dude, I watch gory SciFi, graphic murder shows, and bloody action with torture. I think I can handle an R-16 comedy about the end of the world." He scoffed his concerned Canadian twin.
"It has Rogen in it and have you seen the cast? I'm pretty sure that it's gonna be that kind of comedy." Canada reasoned out causing the other to pout more.
"Stop treating me like a baby and don't act like you don't end up confused and anxious like I do." America quipped.
"I'm not denying it. That's why we watch it together, remember?" soft amethysts twinkled teasingly. "But if you want to watch it so bad…" he looked at the two utterly silent Europeans.
"You could ask them to watch it with you."
"Wha-" "Please, Nat, please, please, please. Mattie can totally watch it later without my pity at all!" he laughed as he glared comedically at his tensed brother.
Natalia didn't want to go at all so she looked at Lukas he had a malicious look to him.
'So you think you have the dick in the relationship, Ja?'
"We'd be glad to!" he smiled softly causing the Belarusian to groan and the American to cheer.
"Come on dudes, we can use my car!" Knowing how strong America was, the two were dragged to the parking lot while the brothers waved g goodbye to each other with a lot of 'be carefuls' and 'call me if…s'
"So, you two want burgers?" Alfred whistled as he walked into his kitchen. The two gave a 'Hell no' face which he laughed at.
"It's not take out, I'm planning on making some fresh ones." He took out a bag of freshly ground meat from his fridge and smiled. "Fresh from my farm!"
The two had nothing to say but an approving grunt. They inspected the house, the kitchen was huge with a lot of contraptions for cooking and what seemed to be a pantry looked even larger. The counter tops were lined with jars full of fresh spices and dried goods, like vanilla beans and sun-dried tomatoes. The dining area looked small compared to the kitchen. It had a table big enough for six or seven. Lukas wondered to the living area which was awesomely conjoined with the living area. It had a respectably big and a long lounging sofa made for a lot of people. They peeped outside the kitchen back to the main hall to look at the walls lined up with paintings.
"I'm gonna go to the bathroom." Natalia pointed her way to the main hall.
"Sure, Nat…the second door to the left. Anything you want me to cook?" America asked as he formed the meat into patties.
"Caesar salad." She answered off the distance. "Do it with the way I like it!" she added.
"Sure. And you?" he smiled at Lukas who blushed.
"Anything's fine…" he looked away.
"Dude, is there something wrong?" the other asked worriedly as he cooked the meat slowly.
"Nothing. You just seem…different." The Norwegian said out loud, feeling the heavy burden getting lifted off his chest. But it came back when the American smiled sadly.
"I thought you'd be okay with it, you know, 'coz I've been sending you a lot of boxes…" the younger nation laughed softly, trying to keep his nerves calm.
"Different in a good way is what I meant." Lukas corrected. "I don't understand why you can't just act like this during meetings."
"It won't make a difference." He said quietly as he flipped the meat. "The way I'm viewed is because of what my bosses and people do to yours. Whenever shit happens, it's not my fault. But I'd rather make the others think that I did some of the shit than feel bad when they have to stab my back whenever they have to…" he smiled.
"I've never been close to any of my bosses since the Civil War. So, I just hear what they have to say and leave it up to them to handle stuff." The young American sighed as he toasted some buns effortlessly and gracefully.
"I mean I try to help in any way I can, I always try to make them pass laws and make programs for the unfortunate ones…but they always decline, so I help with charities but I know it won't make a huge difference. Baby steps, I guess…" he looked down at the chopping board while he tossed some salad in a salad bowl.
"HOW THE HELL DO YOU HAVE A DEGREE IN NEUROLOGY?...OH YEAH AND HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU A ROCKET SCIENTIST?" Belarus marched in the mega room, surprising her boyfriend and eliciting a look of recognition from the taller nation.
"Did you go into my room?" Natalia nodded. "Well, It's not a big deal…I mean you have multiple degrees too, right?" he asked humbly.
"I do…but…you're a surgeon!" she corrected.
"So is Den-dude." He said confidently as if bragging for his surprisingly humble crush. "Damn, I'd pretend to have a tumor in the heart if he would be the one checkin' m-I mean he's an awesome dude." America laughed nervously, feeling his heart flutter.
"Oh which brings me to my next point…What the hell is this?" Belarus took out a large pillow that looked a lot like mochi! Denmark.
"G-give me that…" America hugged the huge whole-body pillow with his arms and legs. "It's not weird…I have p-pillows of all of you." He laughed, obviously lying.
"America, I know you like Denmark…remember the whole number we did?" Belarus crossed her arms.
"Don't remind me, England just had to ruin the mood…didn't he?" America commented about this 'number' that Norway had no clue as to what it might've been.
Norway took a moment; his brother liked him a lot too. What the hell did the American see in him? It would've made a lot more sense if he fell for the Denmark he used to know, the soft smiling giant and not the hyper, dense, idiotic man he was now. All the four ever to wanted do was to tell him how much pain he caused to their side but they understood why that happened and they still love him to death. The only problem was the guilt that came over whenever they saw him smiling, as if nothing happened, and how he never acted the way he used to anymore, it was like looking at a different person. But who cares, the heart knows what it wants.
"P-please don't tell him, I know you two are really close…" the sapphires were pleading melting Lukas's heart. They were close, but he couldn't help but feel a mix of anger, guilt, and pity for their older 'brother' whenever he saw him, especially since he's the next to take responsibility for his three younger siblings (yes, Sweden's younger than him). He nodded just like how he answered to every yes and no question.
"So, are we going to watch something or what?" Lukas shook his head trying to stop the blunt pain of losing the brother who took care of him in spite of everything, like being a toddler when he was forced to take care of him, parentless and homeless.
"O-oh…sure, it's this one." The American quietly walked to the Living room side and gently played the dvd before finishing up the burgers and the salad.
Belarus could feel a sudden change in both demeanors, especially Norway despite his neutral features.
At the start of the movie laughs, glances, and oh shits were exchanged. But as the movie went on especially starting the 'revelation' part, America seemed to tense and become anxious. He started asking questions, like why are the actors so rude and why was there a shadow of a demon's junk and why was there cannibalism and why was Tatum suddenly a slut and why there was another penis again and about heaven and why it has crack and…and…To sum it all up, it was as if a child was watching the movie. To think that the first ten minutes of the movie made Alfred laugh his as off like the young man he was.
"America! Get a grip, none of that is real…It was just a bad movie. Scratch that it's a horrible movie." Belarus tried to coax America from hiding behind the coax.
"B-but it had a lot of good reviews…" he answered shakily.
"It varies by region, I guess. Now, be a good boy and come out of there." Norway joined in trying to sound as comforting as possible.
"C-canada's right." America, wearing sweatpants and a gray tank top, stood up completely shaking like a Chihuahua.
Just then Lukas got a text from Canada.
"I guess I'll be home a lot later, please give Alfred some warm milk or a good back rub or a scratch at the back of his right ear. Do not question these. Do not speak of what you will see. You are just having a dream if you ever see something out of the normal, not like there'll be anything abnormal. I repeat, you will not question or say anything about this. Anything leaking out can and will be used against you. More importantly, have fun!"
'That's a little weird.' Lu was dumbfounded. He glanced at the tall built yet shaking American getting shouted at by a hostile Belarusian girl.
He slowly walked towards them, not really sure of what he was doing, it sounded ridiculous but everything's ridiculous when it came to countries. He held his hand out near the American's ear gaining a soft confused pleading glance from the tall American with the bluest eyes. He reached for the ear and gave it a small scratch. Belarus was about to scream at her boyfriend who had his eyes closed when a sudden groan came.
America tilted his head to get more of the relaxing, addictive sensation. He let out his soft purr. He was becoming undone as he felt his knees grow weak and starting to relax.
"…G-got a good hand there" he muttered with a thick Texan accent.
"What are you doing?" Natalia angry-whispered. Norway handed her his cell phone. She read the message.
"Rub his back." He said calmly, intrigued by the felid reactions of the young nation before him.
With a darkened face she reached for the taut back that was broader than his boyfriend's. The tall American caved his back and started to purr louder. In less than a minute, he fell to the sofa. His blue eyes were half-lidded and distant; it closed and opened lazily like a cat.
"Y-you two still haven't…answered…" he said weakly, slurring on every word.
The two didn't bother, they started rubbing on the sensitive areas that acted like his off-button harder. The victim yawned.
"Please don't tell…" he pleaded weakly, completely vulnerable.
"We won't tell him, don't worry." Natalia cooed in a maternal manner.
"No…n-not just him…the others. Don't tell the others 'bout me." He fought the sleepy feeling, wanting to get his request-demand across.
"We won't" Norway smiled softly. "You're secrets safe with us." Belarus added.
With the answer acknowledged, the American stopped fighting and fell asleep. The two were strangely compelled and poked him on his hard gut making him curl his body with a distressed grunt.
~*KAWAII*~
"What should we do now?" the girl looked at his contemplating boyfriend.
"Wait for Canada." He answered causing his girlfriend to groan in annoyance. He smiled inwardly.
'I have the dick!'
After like two hours, Belarus was still groaning and muttering curses and complaints with her face flat on a throw pillow. America was still sleeping like a rock. Norway was looking surfing the net for new recipes to try out for his meek café back home and glancing at the clock every minute.
11:00 pm
"Hey Al, I'm home…" the surprisingly loud voice came in with a door shutting and keys shaking. "Al?"
Canada came in still wearing his sweaty shirt from before and gave a small smile, seeing his sleeping brother before glancing at the two.
"You shouldn't have waited for me. I am truly sorry Mr. Norway and Ms. Belarus." He apologized softly.
"I guess I have to watch it alone then." He said pathetically.
"So did anything weird happen?" Mattie asked calmly while stroking the light strawberry head of his brother.
"Nothing, just some purring…whatever that was." Belarus stood up groggily.
"Good." The Canadian sighed. He gave a toothy grin when America shifted positions. "I hope you understand how much he trusts you two." He gave a worried expression forcing his smile.
"There are about two hundred people out there who don't know a thing about the real him." the older North American sounded very serious. "You don't know how loveable he could be to the rest of the world if he could just…" he grunted with a pained look. "Never mind." He looked back with a smile.
"Anyway, I think it's too late for you two to go home, I hope you don't mind sleeping here for a night. We have a lot of extra rooms, so do you want one room or two?" he asked politely.
"I know that you two would just say some excuse to leave but please just stay the night, it is the least I can do for the help and I think Al would be happy to see you two in the morning." The soothing voice coupled with their sleepiness made them putty.
"Sure. We'll be sleeping here." Natalia immediately answered before Lukas could reject the invitation.
'This is for taking the dick away!'
'Crap.' the Norwegian cursed as he got dragged down the hall by his girlfriend.
Canada smiled as he picked up his twin easily and headed to his room.
"Sleep tight, Al"
"Sleep…tight…Mattie…"
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