Meeting~

[patrioticpride]

Alfred walked through the doors of the brightly lit smoothie parlor, his hands tucked into his jacket. Breathing in deeply, he smiled at the fresh and fruity taste that wafted through his nose. Awesome. Was the word that passed through his mind at this moment, as he took a few steps to find a table. It was one of those fun wifi smoothie places

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[v1v3_l3_franc3]

France had decided to stop into the shop for a smoothie on a whim- he had a little extra time before his next meeting and he required sustenance before he would feel up to dealing with England later. And a smoothie would give him a large straw to suck on blatantly, thus serving to irritate the Brit nicely.

He'd just placed an order for an extra-thick passion fruit to-go when a familiar bomber jacket caught his eye. America was sitting near the back of the shop, apparently absorbed in the table top.
France smirked, quickly changed his 'to-go' to a 'for-here', then glided over to the other nation's table.

"Alfred, mon cher! 'Ow unexpectedly lovely to see you 'ere! Surely you do not mind if I join you, non?"

France slid into the seat across from him.

[patrioticpride]

(Whoo you're here o:)

Now.. what did he feel like ordering? Usually, Alfred liked sticking with his sodas, but he liked variety too. Mango? Strawberry? Passionfruit? ..Green tea? ...Blech. Tea.

Alfred reached over into the straw dispenser on the side of the table, and slipped it out of it's paper covering. He slipped it in his mouth. He proceeded to chew on the end, rolling his tongue over the plastic tube, lost in thought, only to be interrupted by voice with a french accent. Somehow, Alfred knew who it was before he looked up.

"Hey, pervert," he waved lightly, still chewing on the straw.

[v1v3_l3_franc3]

France raised an eyebrow and said
"Now, Alfred, is zat any way to greet your Nii-san? Surely you must be mistaking me for the 'ideous Eenglish pervert who raised you."

He paused, long enough for Alfred to place his order with the waitress who had come by their table with his drink, then continued.

"But you must tell me 'ow you have been, mon cher! It feels like I 'aven't seen you in an age-we must catch up."

[patrioticpride]

Alfred raised an eyebrow also, as if a mocking response, the straw still between his teeth and shrugged, "My nii-san? And I think you're probably ten times worse than that old man."

He looked back down at the menu, and in the moment, he decided that the straw would decide. Moving his lips in such a way that forced the straw to point down, he let the tip fall on one of the many items on the table.

Mango strawberry smoothie it was, then. The waitress walked by his table, and he smiled widely at her, "I'd like a mango strawberry smoothie."

She blushed, a faint pink coming to her cheeks. Alfred wondered why. "L-large or small?"

"Large please!"

She walked away, leaving him alone with the french man. He looked at Francis and tilted his head.

"I've been good, but why do you ask? Don't you have a date or something to go on?"

[v1v3_l3_franc3]

"Am I not allowed to care about ze well-being of ze fair nation I 'elped to liberate from Eenglish clutches, now?"

Francis's smirk returned, and he continued in reply to the 'date' comment,

"And I am meeting with Angleterre a little later, mon cher, never fear. But until zen, we 'ave some time to catch up. You are indeed looking well."

Here, Francis paused to give Alfred the visual once-over.

[patrioticpride]

America frowned at this, not believing a single word Francis was saying for some reason. Some extremely smart/wise reason, if he could say so himself. There was a certain lilt in the man's voice that made Alfred uneasy.

...Having France look him over wasn't helping at all, really.

But America perked up in interest, slightly, "England? You're meeting England? Why?" he leaned forward a little, the straw to the side of his mouth like a piece of grass.

[v1v3_l3_franc3]

A movement in the background caught France's eye momentarily. He glanced discreetly behind America just in time to catch sight of Switzerland sliding into the booth next to them.

Alfred was, by now, staring at him expectantly, so he replied,

"Just some minor trade negotiations, mon cher. Nothing worth losing sleep over. But enough about zat, what are you up to today? Per'aps we could -how do you say?- "Hang out" later. You could 'elp me relieve some of the stress Angleterre is sure to induce."

Here, Francis punctuated his monologue by attempting to run his foot lightly up Alfred's leg under the table.

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"Oh," America leaned back, his legs outstretched in a slightly disappointed, not that he'd admit, sitting stance. He blew upwards, so that Nantucket swayed a bit.

"Me? Uh, nothing much," Alfred sweeped his eyes over the smoothie place, "But I've been looking into some real estate. I think it'd be--"

.....

...Did Francis just run his leg up..

....

America froze,

"Relieve.. the stress?" America gave France an extremely bewildered look, his mind stuck in denial about why the french man was touching his leg in a sexual proposal.

[v1v3_l3_franc3]

France's smirk widened into a slightly predatory grin at the American's visible bewilderment. Alfred was so cute when he was in denial (a trait that he shared with his brother). He was, however, sometimes rather thick about matters relating to l'amour. France decided he would have to hint more broadly.

"Precisely, mon cher! You, of all people, know how hard it is to deal with dear Arthur. I would be so relieved to look forward to a dose of your friendly company this evening....we could give each other a hand, non?"

[patrioticpride]

Alarms were ringing in Alfred's mind, even if he couldn't exactly figure out why. It was just the way that France was looking at him, with that weird glint in his eye and the feral smirk. It sent shivers(of the disturbed kind) up his back.

"H-haha." Alfred leaned back into the cushion of his seat, a flushed look on his face, "England scares you so much that you need someone to talk to? Sorry Francis, I'm not a doctor. Can't help you there,"

Alfred slung his arms over the sides of the booth in what looked to be a relaxed stance when he was really just trying to bring some space between him and the other man.

[v1v3_l3_franc3]

"There is no need for words, mon cher, if you do not desire it. In fact, we are perfectly capable of expressing our feelings through touch, oui?"

Francis glanced at the clock on the wall of the shop.

"I 'ave to go soon for my meeting, but meet me tonight at my 'otel at 8. We can go to that new club Prussia was telling me about. It will be fun, mon cher!"

He touched Alfred lightly on the wrist and go up from his seat, collecting his drink.

[patrioticpride]

"Through.. touch?" America was still frozen even after France left, feeling completely and inexplicably molested and disturbed in some odd, and rather confusing way. ... He vaguely wondered if it was smart to go to that hotel.

... probably not.

After all, it was Prussia that told him about the club.

[choco_koala]

Witnessing France leaving the smoothie place, Vash finished his banana smoothie quickly and wiped his mouth (yet there were still some left over on the corner of his mouth), got up from his seat and walked to Alfred nonchalantly, pretending that he had just bumped into Alfred in the shop.

"...? Guten Tag, Alfred. What a coincidence!"

[patrioticpride]

Alfred paused from his confused and disturbed state to look up and see none other than.. Vash~ He grinned and waved, his mind forgetting almost everything about that weird encounter with Francis.

"Yo, Vash~ What brings you to this lil' smoothie parlor?"

[patrioticpride]

Alfred just so happened to look at his watch, when he noticed the time.

"Ah shit!" Francis had wanted him to be at that club over half an hour ago. (wtf time jump?) He wasn't sure if he thought it was safe.. but it would be rude not to go, right?

"Vash, I gotta go. Francis invited me to this club.. you should go! Bye!"

With that, Alfred put on his coat and rushed out the door.