A/N: My... third Hetalia fanfic, is it? Apparently I get creative during Social Studies class. But for wrong subjects. Anywho, this is probably my first fanfic where I've thought a lot about the plot, but I haven't thought on how the whole story is gonna roll. It usually writes itself lol That's just how I work. So, ah, no more rambling on how I got this idea and how I work~
Human names used
Title: Café Asia
Rating: T for language (and other stuff happening in later chapters *wink*)
Character(s) In This Chapter: England, Canada, America, Japan, China, Korea
Pairing(s): Eventual UKCanada, JapanGreece, America?? (please vote in comments, it can be anyone a.k.a crack pair xD)
Summary: Yao owns a small but popular café. Arthur is a regular customer. A new worker from Canada arrives? ...And he's Alfred's twin? What changes will this bring to Arthur's life?
Note: This is obviously an Alternative Universe. Also, this is in London.
Also, sorry if I have any grammatical errors... I'm not a pro at the English language, even if English is my fav and best subject in school :3
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Arthur was walking down the road that lead to "Café Asia", a café that he went to everyday. It was small and cozy, but ever since that stupid American came it has became more popular and a lot more crowded. All thanks to his new, stupid coffee flavors and donuts and cupcakes.
It was not so Asian anymore... but it was good for business, so the owner Yao was happy for the obviously good change or else he would have to close. Which wasn't good for Arthur either, the place had the best tea and pastries. He was also good friends with Yao's younger brother, Kiku, so he wouldn't be too happy if he lost his job.
"Um... Excuse me..."
He guessed Alfred was Godsend to the café, as he had arrived in London only weeks before they got the announcement that if their customer rating didn't go up they would have to close. He snorted as he thought about Alfred. Alfred may be an annoying, stupid idiot and yet they had become close friends.
"Sir... Can I ask you a question...?"
He felt a raindrop fall on his face. And one more. "Oh bloody hell... London and it's goddamn weather!" He looked around to find a shelter before it started to pour. That's when he met large, violet eyes staring at him. He looked at the person's face and got a little surprised.
"Alfred? Shouldn't you be at work?" Wait... Alfred didn't have violet eyes, did he?
"You know my brother?" The voice was soft and meek, the opposite of Alfred's loud and boisterous voice.
Arthur blinked. "Brother?" Alfred had a brother? Sure, this boy looked exactly like him, but Alfred had never talked about a brother.
"Yes, Alfred Jones is my brother, my twin. I'm Matthew Williams, eh." The boy smiled gently and Arthur felt something weird inside his chest. "I just got here and is a little lost... Do you think you could give me a description on how to get to Café Asia? I'm supposed to meet Alfred there..."
Arthur forced the unusual feeling away and answered as soon his brain had registered the boy's question. "Yes, of course. I'm on my way there myself, actually. However, we should find a shelter first..." He glanced at the sky as the dark clouds moved slightly by the wind. "It could start pouring anytime now."
"I've got an umbrella if you don't mind sharing, Mister..."
"Kirkland. Arthur Kirkland, but please, just call me Arthur." He looked at the boy and began thinking. This boy, Matthew, really wasn't like his brother. He was polite and calm and could hold a conversation without screaming in ones ears. Matthew talked barely above a whisper, so he almost had to lean in to hear him. He broke out of his thoughts when he started to feel slightly wet. He glanced at the pouring sky and mumbled a silent 'shit...' Suddenly he saw something hover above him that somewhat shielded him from the rain and realized it was an umbrella. He turned slightly to look at the umbrella's owner.
It was then that he noticed just how close he was to Matthew. His shoulder slightly touched Matthew's upper arm and he could feel his face heating up again, this time a bit stronger. He swore he was blushing! He never was a people person and therefore wasn't used to other peoples touches or even this close proximity. He looked down to the ground and tried to force the blush away, but it was harder than he thought.
"Mis- Arthur, you're getting wet... Y-You should get closer to me." The boy was stuttering slightly and looked at anything but Arthur. Was that a light red he could spot on the young man's cheeks? Apparently Matthew wasn't used to these situations either... But the weather gave him no choice but to step closer to the violet-eyed boy. He could feel his blush intensify as his shoulder pressed lightly onto Matthew's chest and really hoped that the boy didn't notice.
"W-we should get going..." He managed to say in their awkward situation. Matthew just nodded and started to walk at a fast pace. Arthur could really feel how nervousness just seeped out from the boy.
They walked quietly and just listened to the rain's heavy patter on the road and umbrella. Arthur's thought's were going at a record speed as he was thinking of how Alfred didn't tell him anything, how nice a warm cup of tea would be now, how he wished the rain would just stop so he could move away but at the same time not as Matthew's presence felt really nice and-
"Um, Arthur, is this the place, eh?" Arthur looked at the boy and saw him pointing at something in front of them. He turned his head so he could see at what Matthew was pointing at.
Oh... the Café Asia. They had arrived and the rain seemed to be stopping. Matthew quickly moved away from him and shaked the water off of the umbrella. Arthur opened the heavy, green door and could hear a 'pling' that he was oh so used to. He walked inside and saw Alfred pacing back and forth behind the wooden counter. He raised a bushy eyebrow and stared at him. Now, this was unusual... Alfred was pacing? He got a little startled when Alfred suddenly went up to him and grabbed his shoulders while looking worried.
"Hey Artie, have you seen my brother? He should have been here ages ago! He's about this tall, looks like me but got a funny and kinda weird hair curl-"
"Alfred, he's right behind me." The American stared at him for a good minute before finally letting go of his shoulders and glomp the figure behind him.
"MATT~!! What took you so long?? You're a whole 12 minutes late!"
"Um-"
A black haired boy ran out from the kitchen with a brown box in his hands. He ran to the twins with a big grin on his face. He wore a white Korean outfit with a red apron on him.
"Actually 12 minutes and 32 seconds, daze! Did you know that time was invented in Korea?"
"Ah..." The violet-eyed lad just stared at the hyperactive boy as another voice could be heard from the counter.
"Im Yong Soo, if you get late with one more order then the HetaStation 3 is restricted to EVERYONE!" It was a young man with long, jet black hair tied with a hair band. The young man wore a red traditional Chinese with golden embroideries dress and the apron that indicated he worked at the café. His apron was black though, indicating he was the boss.
"EHH?? But Aniki-!"
"Yong Soo, just do as Yao says. I need someone to test the games I get from Jii-san from Japan." Yet another boy with black hair arrives from the kitchen. He was speaking in a monotonous voice and wore an expressionless face. This boy was wearing a white Japanese kimono and also had a red apron on him.
"FINE! But I'm going just because I have to test Kiku's games, alright!?" And so he stomped off...
"You're lucky the rain has stopped, aru!" You could hear that Yao wasn't too happy about this.
"Jeez, you don't have to be so harsh with him, big bro! Everyone get late every now and then!" And Alfred just has to butt in, of course.
"He needs to learn that he can't be late all the time... And don't call me that, aru!" The two continued to bicker while Kiku when into the kitchen again to continue with whatever he was doing.
"..." Matthew could only stare. the boy flinched a little when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Just get used to it, lad."
"..." It seems this job would be a little more eventful than he had first thought.
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So, what do you guys think? Am I going too fast? Is this a good idea/plot? Is it worth continuing?
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