Title: AMERICA OWNS A FUCKING SMOOTHIE BAR.
Pairing(s): Hospitality, good service, and flirting cannot be distinguished in this smoothie place.
Rating: PG13, probably, but that doesn't really limit it, now does it?
Summary: Shall I say it again? AMERICA OWNS A FUCKING SMOOTHIE BAR.
Alfred lovingly wiped the kitchen counter, the shiny linoleum--
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England pushed the door open and stepped inside, casting a curious glance around. The text message that he had received from America had only stated the place's address and a request to visit it without mention of what the location was or why his presence was desired. Looking around, it was quite clear that it was an establishment for refreshments... England made his way over to the counter and slid into one of the stools, taking a menu and glancing down it, not realising that it was America who stood behind the counter.
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The person took a seat across from him over the counter, and when America looked up, he couldn't help but grin.
"ARTIE~!" Alfred launched himself over the countertop, wrapping his arms around the other man.
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He had to raise one hand to steady America and used the other to grab the counter so that he wouldn't fall off his stool. Still, he couldn't find it in himself to be truely angry at the other. Especially when he shifted slightly and saw America's grin. Well, he could settle for mild annoyance.
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"You came~" America let go of Arthur and leaned back over the counter. He fixed the apron that was hanging limply at his waist, before looking back up at England.
"Didn't really think you'd come," he leaned an elbow on the counter, placing his chin in his palm, "I mean the text was all mysterious and ominous and stuff!"
America continued to babble, "I mean, it could've been some kidnappers trying to get you to take cooking classes. I mean, not that it'd work."
... "By the way, what would ya like?"
:D
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America's next remark made him furrow his brows. "If you're just going to insult my culinary ability perhaps I should just take my custome elsewhere?" he threatened. He didn't make any move to leave though, as he continued to looke through the list of beverages. There really was quite a range... What to choose..?
"...Well," He replied slowly, "what would you recommend..?"
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"And miss out on my awesome smoothies? I hope not!"
Alfred thoughtfully tapped a pen to his chin, where the pen came from, he didn't really know.
"Well, the Mango Jamba is a pretty good choice. I've had it a few times. Some neighborhood girls around here made it. Turns out it's one of the local favorites. Peach Party's pretty awesome too, but it has a little alcohol in it. Dunno if you want that."
"But then again, those are all pretty juiced up, haha, get it?, on flavor. There's tea-based smoothies that're made by the more cultured members of this community on.. page..." America paused to think, because as owner, he'd tried to memorize his own menu, "seven or eight? not sure."
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"Well, I have to say that I am a little impressed with the variety that you have here - it really does seem to have something for everyone..." He hadn't honestly praised someone for quite some time, so to keep from lingering on this he slid the menu back across the table to show America his choice. "I'd like to try this one, please." He pointed at the last choice in the tea-based smoothie section.
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America laughed, noticing the enthusiasm that England jumped to page seven with, "Yeah. I wanted there to be something for you too, Iggy."
He looked at England and just smiled, feeling extremely awesome and a little flattered.
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Seeing America's eyes on him, England began to feel a little awkward. "Are you goingto stare at me all day or actually make it?" he asked, trying to revert back to his usual prickly tone. It only worked halfway, as he was still offbalence from both America's admission and from giving the compliment.
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"I'll do that now, haha. Want anything to eat, either?"
America asked as he turned around, and walked over to the back counter. He bent over and dug around the small freezer, looking for the needed ingredients. Wriggling his ass up in the air was only an accident, he swore.
(sorry, I was.. .distracted.)
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[[XD No problem~ Though I took quite a while to reply too ^^' Sorry... And g'night~ Seeya tomorrow~]]
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