A/N So this is a little collab roleplay I did with a friend of mine, MissMayheM1300, which I hope you will enjoy as much as we do! This pairing doesn't get enough lovin' 3 :3

She roleplayed as Lovino, and I did Alfred's parts. Make sure to check out her other stuff!

"Dude, you don't have to stare at me so hard." Alfred laughed. "You look like I've grown an alien head or something. I'm just changing!" He laughed again, pulling on his uniform in the break room. You were supposed to get dressed at home, but Alfred hadn't had time to today without being late. That's why he was currently changing in the break room with his coworker, Lovino Vargas, keeping watch. They were both baristas at this little Spanish coffee shop and attended the same college, though they weren't roommates or anything. They both had their own places.

"What, I know I'm hot, but you're staring pretty hard." The All-American boy laughed, fastening his cufflinks.

"Well, there's nothing else to look at, so why not choose the funniest thing I could possibly think of?" Lovino scowled at the idiot across the room who was almost always late and always slacking off here at work. Why the boss kept him, he had no idea.

"Suuuuuure." Alfred laughed. "You were totally checking me out!" He pretty much yelled, putting his arm around his coworker and laughing obnoxiously.

Lovino rolled his eyes and sipped his now cold coffee. This happened quite frequently and he wondered why he hadn't punched the annoying American right in the face yet.

"Just shut up and get to work. I still have a while before my shift starts but you just had to go and be late." He muttered, agitated.

"Oh wah wah wah, I'm totally fine! The boss saw that I was here so it's chill, you know?" Alfred laughed loudly again. He bent over, hands on his hips, and looking Lovino in the eye. "Hmmmm..." He said, staring at him.

Lovino blushed slightly under the scrutinizing eyes of his coworker. Did he have something on his face? "Can I...help you?"

"Yep. It's official. You're totally in love with me!" He laughed, slapping Lovino on the shoulder. "It's cool brah, it's normal; I am super hot after all, AHAHAHAHAHA!" He burst into hot laughter, ruffling his co-workers' hair before pinning on his nametag, getting ready to walk out the door onto the floor. Alfred was right, he was 'super hot,' but that mouth of his had a tendency to turn people off.

Lovino crushed the small plastic cup in his hand, rubbing his temples and standing up, sluggishly making his way toward the counter for his shift.

Throughout the day, he stole glances at the dumb blonde, envious of how he was so happy and self-confident, while he himself always seemed to be grumpy and hating life.

Alfred made people's coffees and croissants all day, being generally peppy and flirty throughout his shift. He was a good server, if a bad co-worker, and he made a lot of tips. He winked at Lovino when he got the 9th girl's cell-phone number of the day.

Lovino rolled his eyes as he walked back into the kitchen after delivering coffee to several tables. At least he didn't have to talk much to customers, not that they wanted to talk to him anyway. He picked up another full tray with orders and made his way back out of the kitchen, only to bump into said blond and sending the coffee flying.

Alfred somehow managed to catch one of the coffees out of the air, but there was just too many of them. The rest splattered on the floor. Alfred looked up at him, shocked.

Lovino's face was beet red as he quickly turned to go get a mop. "Sorry..." He mumbled. His self-loathing had just hit an all-time high, embarrassing himself in front of his snobby coworker like that…

"It's fine, don't worry about it," He said, unexpectedly not being snobby. He handed the coffee he had caught to Lovino. "You make some more, I'll clean up this mess..." He said, going to get a mop. He came back and ruffled his 'friends' hair.

"Don't worry, it happens to the best of us. I'll cover it from my pay, so you don't need to worry." He said, wanting to help. Alfred really couldn't afford doing that, but his co-worker didn't need to know that, and he wanted to be supportive….

Lovino looked down at the coffee stained floor, nodding before returning to the kitchen to make more coffee. He exited shortly after, another full tray in hand. He made sure to be extra careful and not bump into anything while he continued serving, taking glances at Alfred mopping up his mess.

Alfred looked up and gave him one of those award-winning smiles, as if to say, "It's no big deal, I got you, brah," in a happy-go-lucky way.

Lovino kept taking longer and longer glances at Alfred that day as they switched jobs and he took the register. The rest of the shift went smoothly, and the minute his shift ended, he yanked off his apron and headed out the door.

"Lovino wait! You can't leave yet!" Alfred called, getting his attention. "I need you…"

The Italian stopped in his tracks, shooting a confused look at Alfred. "Excuse me?"

"Come over here... I need you..." he said, gesturing for him to come closer.

Lovino warily moved toward Alfred, his body in a defensive posture. "Yes, Alfred?" he asked, finally reaching the blond.

"You forgot to clock out," he said first. "Also, I need you to help me go over the ledger really quickly... I'm… not so good with the numbers..." He confessed, looking down.

Lovino sighed in relief and gave a small smile. "Of course, Alfred." He went back inside and quickly returned to the break room, sliding his card through and properly clocking out. "Okay, Alfred, time to give you a little lesson in simple math."

Alfred blushed. "Ah... I'm sorry for asking you to do this..."

"You're fine, Alfred." Lovino ran the numbers and gave Alfred small bits of advice on how to make sure the information was correct. Once all was done and everything was cleaned, Lovino was once again making his way home, although later than he had liked.

Alfred waved goodbye, watching him leave. He still had to clean up a little before he could leave, so he got to work so he could finally leave.

Lovino went home and the house was already dark, meaning his brother was asleep as he unlocked the door. He climbed the stairs in the big dark house and made his way into his room, flopping tiredly on his bed. "Ugh, I hate working, I hate coffee, I hate people..." He thought back to his day at work. "And I especially HATE that stupid American..."

Alfred finally made his way home when it was already dark outside. He hated walking alone in the dark... It terrified him. He didn't like the dark period, just like he didn't like tight spaces. He finally made it home and turned on the lights. He wished his brother would come back. He thought back to his day, and the clumsy Italian he worked with.

"He's kinda cute when he gets embarrassed," Alfred thought, heating himself up some leftovers for dinner and getting ready for bed.