THE COFFEE KIT CAFE IS NOW OPEN
You're walking down the sidewalk on a hot, sunny day, bored with the monotony of your life. You pause by the stop sign and wait for the light to turn red so you can cross the street. You idly think about what awaits you--another day at work? School? Ugh, how boring--and just wish that you can just get away from it all.
Then you feel your pants (skirt?) being tugged on.
"Whu--" You look down and see--
"Jhola~!"
A little boy with curly brown hair and bright green eyes has his small hand clasped on your pants' leg (skirt?) and he's smiling oh so cheerfully up at you. And are those cat ears and a tail??! Clearly, you must be dreaming. Or hallucinating. It's the sun, right? You've had too much sun. Right.
Your cute, cat-eared hallucination still isn't going away and he's tugging at your pants again.
"You like coffee and cake, yes?" He asks hopefully, tilting his adorable little head to the side as he continues to smilesmilesmile. Then he hands you a card that you have no choice but to take.
The card has a simple, yet elegant design in blacks, whites and pinks. It simply says "Coffee Kit Cafe" and there is an address and a phone number. You're distracted from examining the fine printing job done on the card (money doesn't seem to be a problem when it comes to promoting this Coffee Kit Cafe...) when your hallucination (who seems to be not at all a hallucination) speaks up again.
"Come visit us at the Coffee Kit~" He matches his sang out words with a little, cheerful wave and walks away, tail swinging behind him. You watch him as he walks down the street and meets up with...
A giant pink bunny.
"...Tonio~! Are you done, na no da?! Kuma-chan and Ryu-chan were getting worried~!"
No, it's a man in a bunny suit. A very cheerful man in a pink bunny suit. Who takes the catboy's hand in his and starts walking away with him. Or bouncing away, rather.
They disappear into the crowd and you blink.
The sun is still hot and high in the sky. It takes you a moment to realize that the light has turned green again and you've missed your opportunity to cross the street. Nice job, space cadet. You think to yourself. Spacing out in the middle of the street... Then you set yourself up for another few minutes to wait for the light to change, your hands absently slipping into your pockets. The effort isn't entirely successful. Your right hand stops midway down your pocket because you have something in your hand.
The card.
An invitation.
Will you take it?
"The uniform looks good on you, Yaten-san."
The voice comes out of nowhere and Yaten represses the urge to shudder as she looks over her shoulder towards the one who just spoke.
Kyouya smiles at her slightly, courteously in that ever-polite way he does. It always gives Yaten the creeps. It's a nice enough smile, yes, and Kyouya has never really given her any reason to feel like she's in any sort of danger, but nevertheless. There's just something about the dark-haired, business-like young man that makes her feel guarded.
"Of course it does, Ootori." She addresses him with little deference, turning around to face him. He may sort-of be her boss at the moment, him being the manager of the Coffee Kit Cafe, but Yaten has never really been one for honorifics and niceties when they're not Kinmokuseian royalty.
The manager barely bats an eyelash at her casual tone. It seems he's used to her less than formal ways around those who barely matter to her. "Do you know if Seiya-san or Taiki-san are going to make an appearance?" He asks, mentioning the other two members of Yaten's band, the Three Lights. Dark, almond eyes slide down to the ledger he is holding in one hand (Yaten has always wondered what he really writes on that ledger. No one really knows as he's never showed it to anyone). "I'd just like to make sure since we have to prepare for their appearance, just in case..."
At that, Yaten almost snorts. Count on Kyouya to want to be prepared for everything. And it would be good for the cafe if Seiya and Taiki make appearances, wouldn't it? Good for the cafe, indeed.
In response, the petite, silver-haired Light shrugs, brushing her long length of hair over her shoulder before speaking. "Not sure. They never really said they'll come." Maybe those words are spoken with a touch of disappointment. Maybe. Yaten herself doesn't recognize her own loneliness, how she misses her bandmates, friends, comrades... Her princess...
"You never know, Yaten-san. Perhaps they will."
Lime green eyes narrow towards the speaker again. He looks to her still with that cool smile.
"What about you, Ootori?" She returns the question. "Is your Host Club King making an appearance?"
The smile doesn't waver and Kyouya shuts that mysterious ledger. "If I know Tamaki, and I know him well, he is unpredictable. Who knows if he will make an appearance?" And with that, their discussion is over. "I'll see you up front later, Yaten-san. Please make sure the other maids do well."
Yaten watches him go with not a little resentment. She has no idea why the Mundane put the so-called Shadow King in charge. She doesn't appreciate it and she doesn't like being ordered around by him.
And in a maid's uniform too... She thinks to herself acidly as she frowns down at her frilly, fanciful maid uniform. The Mun's going to get it... Oh, she will...
"...You shouldn't have done that."
"Done what?"
"You know what I mean."
"Maybe I just like being annoying."
Spain sighs as he stands before a mirror and tries to fix the white bowtie that he is wearing with an impeccable tuxedo. It doesn't seem to be working. Again, he sighs, this time with what sounds like defeat. Why must they wear tuxedos?
"Come here."
He obeys and turns towards the other person in the room. He watches as calloused fingers much like his own reach forward and start adjusting the source of all his troubles. They are surer in their actions, tugging and fixing purposely. Pretty soon, his tie is on straight and fixed just right. Not too tight, not too loose.
"How could you not do something this simple? Really..."
A smile makes the sides of his lips lift as he turns towards the mirror again, admiring the other's handiwork. His smile is pleased as if the other's words haven't been spoken.
"You did a great job, Imperio." He compliments with such ease, looking to the side to connect his gaze with another pair of almost identical emerald green eyes.
The Spanish Empire meets his bright gaze with more solemnity and a bit of archness. He doesn't need to speak to make his feelings known and Spain laughs, the sound cheerful and warm, completely unmoved by his other self's silent mockery.
"Ay, but really." Spain says after a while, smiling and still not letting the younger Spain look away. They have something to discuss. "You should not have done that to Prussia."
A very imperial eyebrow arched, "And how do you suggest we get it done? Prussia wasn't cooperating."
"And now he's mad because you held him down and won't come down from the roof." Spain's tone isn't scolding, not really. More stating things factually, but it still sounds like a scolding. Clearly, the Empire doesn't appreciate it and those dangerous eyes narrow even more.
Before he could answer however, another voice calls from the doorway of the Butler's locker room. "The Cafe is opening in a bit and I saw Kitty waiting outside. Let's go."
And there, standing by the open door, leaning against it oh so casually in a tuxedo that matches Spain's is... Another Spain. Or rather an Antonio. Younger and clearly human. More comfortable and natural in his clothes and his surroundings. He eyes the two Nations in the room for a moment before looking towards the Empire, an eyebrow lifting as he smiles a touch humorously, "You're actually wearing that outside?" The Empire is in his usual clothes.
And now the Empire looks about ready to let out some steam as he moves toward the door to have at Antonio, the Cafe Prince. The Prince holds his ground, green eyes unwavering in their gaze in a challenge and it just seems to incense the Empire even more. Thankfully, he's held back by Spain, somehow managing to do it despite the Empire's massive strength. He sighs again. Young people can be so draining sometimes...
"None of that you two..." He says as he wraps an arm around the Empire's shoulders and leads him out the door, making sure to keep between him and Antonio as he grabs the other one as well. He walks them out towards the kitchen as he does his best to keep the peace, distracting them with his cheerful chatter.
"You two should get along better today~ It's a beautiful day and we're opening a cafe! Remember, our friends are coming to visit and everything should be perfect!--"
Liechtenstein cannot help flushing as she looks at her reflection on the mirror. She doesn't recall ever wearing something as revealing as this. Well, in fairness, other people may not see it as being that revealing. The only skin really visible are her shoulders and arms and the rest, well... They're under a ton of frills and lace and stockings.
Her brother might have a problem with it, though. A big problem.
She wishes hard that he won't make an appearance today.
She almost jumps when someone speaks. She's completely forgotten that she's not alone in the dressing room.
"Stop worrying. You look okay."
Wide green eyes turn to the side to look at the other person in the room.
Gilbertina has her PSP out, red eyes focused on her game as she plays. She is sitting nonchalantly on a chair, already dressed in much the same outfit Liechtenstein is. She seems completely comfortable to be wearing the cute, slightly scandalous outfit. Then again, Gilbertina is used to wearing things that don't look very conventional or conservative. The maid's uniform is probably nothing to her. Liechtenstein has to envy the girl's confidence.
She is snapped out of her musings when red eyes turn up to look at her.
"You wanna play?" Gilbertina holds out the PSP to her and Liechtenstein has to smile. It's a gesture that reminds her so much of a certain of Prussian and it makes her immediately agree. Somewhat.
"Are you sure?" She asks even as she reaches for the game console being held out to her. "But you were playing."
Gilbertina shrugs, one pale shoulder moving under a strip of lace. "It's mine, ja? I can play it anytime. So go ahead."
Well, Liechtenstein doesn't like disappointing Prussians. "Thank you." She says with a thankful smile.
Gilbertina smirks back a bit, looking pleased with herself and being entirely too familiar. "It's nothing."
"Gilbeeeeeeeeert~" A distinct female voice floats through the hallway leading up to the attic and the roof. Heels click-clack quietly against the wooden floors as the female Prussia, affectionately called Julchen, makes her way towards the door that would lead her to where her male counterpart supposedly is. That's the last thing she heard after the strange scuffle that occured earlier that day between that Spain with the long hair and old-fashioned clothes and Gilbert.
She passes by a mirror just before reaching the door, making her pause and grin at her reflection, pale violet eyes glinting with her characteristic mischief. Of course she looks good. It was definitely a good idea to put her foot down about her clothes for this event. Oh no, no frilly maid outfit for Her Awesomeness. She's dressed instead in a white shirt and black coat with tails on top of a short black skirt that shows off her long legs and her new black thigh-high boots.
She flashes her reflection another wide grin before going ahead and knocking on the closed door.
"Gilbeeeeeert~ Are you up there~?"
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" is the loud, but muffled response from behind the door. And if Julchen is correct, the one who just yelled is a bit aways from the door. Perhaps even already out on the roof. Gilbert just has that much lungpower. One has to, if they want to be heard over gunfire and shouts on a chaotic battlefield. The shouting doesn't do much with her though, or with their Mundane it seems.
Julchen tries again. "Gilbeeeeert~ It's the Awesome Me~ Open up!"
"NO FUCKING WAY!"
"...It can't be that bad." Of course she's just saying that to maybe, probably convince the male Prussian to open the door. She's heard about what he has on. It is that bad.
"YES IT IS! NOW GO AWAY!"
"Gilbeeeeeeeeeeert~" More pounding, more whining. Julchen can be very annoying; it seems to be a shared trait between the two Prussias. "Come oooooooooon~ You're being unawesome~ I just wanna seeeeee~"
"NO!"
"...I promise I won't laugh."
There's a pause and Julchen thinks that she's gotten through somehow. So she waits patiently. Prussias can be patient for the right things. Right?
The waiting lasts for a good two minutes before Julchen is pounding on the door again, kicking it for good measure.
"You're just being a sissy!" POUND! "How unawesome!" POUND! "Do you hear me, Gilbert?!" POUNDPOUND! "UNAWESOME!" POUND! "Now man up and show me your dress and your bunny ears!"
"FUCK YOU!"
And the door slams open.
Julchen stares.
Floppy white bunny ears that are as white as the Prussias' own head of hair. They stick up somehow, defying gravity. And that uniform. The shirt is frilly, nuff said. At least the skirt is long, covering up most of the Prussian's legs, but where they stop, pure white socks compensate and flow down to feet encased in what should be dainty-looking Mary Janes.
Julchen cannot help the loud snort that escapes her at the sight.
And Gilbert, in his maid outfit and bunny ears for the event, glares and blushes all the way to his toes.
With that all hell breaks loose.
"FUCK YOU, YOU BITCH! YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T LAUGH!"
"Do you think Mr. Ryuichi and Tonio will be back soon?"
"Mn."
"We should probably make a snack for them too, don't you think so?"
"Sure."
...
"I'm almost done with the strawberries. How are the tomatoes?"
"Kinda d'ne."
"And we still have a lot of time. We're making good time, Mr. Sweden."
"Mn."
Lithuania tries his best to continue on smiling, really, but it's hard. He somehow knows that Sweden is really a quiet person and prefers to keep his words to a minimum when it's not really needed to talk, but really. Sweden can be so... Intimidating.
The Baltic is about to fumble for another topic of conversation when suddenly the back door to the kitchen bursts open, revealing none other than Nittle Grasper frontman himself, Sakuma Ryuichi. In his famous bunny suit. As always, he makes his presence known loudly.
"Ryuichi, Kuma-chan, and Tonio are home na no da!" He declares just as the Spanish catboy in his arms sings out a cheerful, "Home~"
"Ah, welcome back you two!" Lithuania is quick enough to welcome them, making his way towards them. No, he's not trying to get away from Sweden. Not really. "Are you two hungry? Would you two like something to eat?"
"Carrots for Kuma, milk for Tonio, and ice cream sundae for Ryu-chan!" is the popstar's response to the question, eyes bright as he looks to Lithuania. "Ryuichi can get an ice cream, right?"
And Lithuania laughs a bit at the man-child's enthusiasm. "Maybe later, Mr. Ryuichi. After we have served some of our guests." He can never really say 'no' to him, even if ice cream is not really a good thing for Ryuichi to have, given how he can get...
The Nittle Grasper star seems to be cooperative enough at the moment, agreeing to Lithuania's words easily with a nod. "We will get lots of guests! Ryu-chan and Kuma-chan and Tonio made a good team and gave away our invitations! Kyou-chan made them so pretty! NO ONE CAN RESIST!" All this is said with enthusiastic Kumaguro-waving and more sparkle~
Meanwhile, Tonio has walked over to the quiet Sweden who is meticulously slicing up tomatoes. He is small, so small beside the towering Nordic, but he doesn't seem phased at all. He barely reaches the counter, but he does his best to peek up at what Sweden is doing. He smells tomatoes and of course he loves tomatoes.
Icy blue eyes slide to the side to regard the little catboy quietly. Sweden knows what little Tonio will ask.
Soon enough, inquisitive green eyes meet his gaze and Tonio asks, "May I have some tomatoes?" Oh so polite. His master taught him well.
Sweden answers with a quiet grunt and a silent nod before making a few slices for Tonio and putting them in a little bowl for him. A happy noise and a grateful look followed by a hummed "Gracias~" is his thanks and it makes Sweden smile a little. He is rather fond of cute little children after all.
"Oi." And suddenly an unexpected face makes an appearance by the kitchen door. Red hair. Headband. Tattoos. "We're opening in a few minutes. You all ready in here?"
"RENJIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!"
"Woah, woah! Slow down! Sakuma! Get a gri--!"
And the rest of the redhaired Shinigami's words are cut off as Sakuma Ryuichi glompattacks him and they fall backward onto the front. A cacophony of voices rises from the cafe floor, exclamations of surprise and inquiries about Renji and Ryuichi's well-being.
Back in the kitchen, Lithuania is looking helplessly towards the crowd of his Mundane's muses as they gather around their two fallen comrades. They are so many of them, but it's all right.
"To make it more fun." He says more to himself than anything.
"¿Qué?" A tiny voice asks from the side and Lithuania chuckles as he is met with the sight of tomato-stained cheeks and wide, questioning green eyes. "I just think we're in a good place, Tonio." He tells the little cat boy and pets him over the head, smiling as Tonio purrs. "Strange, chaotic, but a good place."
And from the side, Sweden just keeps on slicing tomatoes with his characteristic precision.
He has no comment, as usual.
Then you feel your pants (skirt?) being tugged on.
"Whu--" You look down and see--
"Jhola~!"
A little boy with curly brown hair and bright green eyes has his small hand clasped on your pants' leg (skirt?) and he's smiling oh so cheerfully up at you. And are those cat ears and a tail??! Clearly, you must be dreaming. Or hallucinating. It's the sun, right? You've had too much sun. Right.
Your cute, cat-eared hallucination still isn't going away and he's tugging at your pants again.
"You like coffee and cake, yes?" He asks hopefully, tilting his adorable little head to the side as he continues to smilesmilesmile. Then he hands you a card that you have no choice but to take.
The card has a simple, yet elegant design in blacks, whites and pinks. It simply says "Coffee Kit Cafe" and there is an address and a phone number. You're distracted from examining the fine printing job done on the card (money doesn't seem to be a problem when it comes to promoting this Coffee Kit Cafe...) when your hallucination (who seems to be not at all a hallucination) speaks up again.
"Come visit us at the Coffee Kit~" He matches his sang out words with a little, cheerful wave and walks away, tail swinging behind him. You watch him as he walks down the street and meets up with...
A giant pink bunny.
"...Tonio~! Are you done, na no da?! Kuma-chan and Ryu-chan were getting worried~!"
No, it's a man in a bunny suit. A very cheerful man in a pink bunny suit. Who takes the catboy's hand in his and starts walking away with him. Or bouncing away, rather.
They disappear into the crowd and you blink.
The sun is still hot and high in the sky. It takes you a moment to realize that the light has turned green again and you've missed your opportunity to cross the street. Nice job, space cadet. You think to yourself. Spacing out in the middle of the street... Then you set yourself up for another few minutes to wait for the light to change, your hands absently slipping into your pockets. The effort isn't entirely successful. Your right hand stops midway down your pocket because you have something in your hand.
The card.
An invitation.
Will you take it?
"The uniform looks good on you, Yaten-san."
The voice comes out of nowhere and Yaten represses the urge to shudder as she looks over her shoulder towards the one who just spoke.
Kyouya smiles at her slightly, courteously in that ever-polite way he does. It always gives Yaten the creeps. It's a nice enough smile, yes, and Kyouya has never really given her any reason to feel like she's in any sort of danger, but nevertheless. There's just something about the dark-haired, business-like young man that makes her feel guarded.
"Of course it does, Ootori." She addresses him with little deference, turning around to face him. He may sort-of be her boss at the moment, him being the manager of the Coffee Kit Cafe, but Yaten has never really been one for honorifics and niceties when they're not Kinmokuseian royalty.
The manager barely bats an eyelash at her casual tone. It seems he's used to her less than formal ways around those who barely matter to her. "Do you know if Seiya-san or Taiki-san are going to make an appearance?" He asks, mentioning the other two members of Yaten's band, the Three Lights. Dark, almond eyes slide down to the ledger he is holding in one hand (Yaten has always wondered what he really writes on that ledger. No one really knows as he's never showed it to anyone). "I'd just like to make sure since we have to prepare for their appearance, just in case..."
At that, Yaten almost snorts. Count on Kyouya to want to be prepared for everything. And it would be good for the cafe if Seiya and Taiki make appearances, wouldn't it? Good for the cafe, indeed.
In response, the petite, silver-haired Light shrugs, brushing her long length of hair over her shoulder before speaking. "Not sure. They never really said they'll come." Maybe those words are spoken with a touch of disappointment. Maybe. Yaten herself doesn't recognize her own loneliness, how she misses her bandmates, friends, comrades... Her princess...
"You never know, Yaten-san. Perhaps they will."
Lime green eyes narrow towards the speaker again. He looks to her still with that cool smile.
"What about you, Ootori?" She returns the question. "Is your Host Club King making an appearance?"
The smile doesn't waver and Kyouya shuts that mysterious ledger. "If I know Tamaki, and I know him well, he is unpredictable. Who knows if he will make an appearance?" And with that, their discussion is over. "I'll see you up front later, Yaten-san. Please make sure the other maids do well."
Yaten watches him go with not a little resentment. She has no idea why the Mundane put the so-called Shadow King in charge. She doesn't appreciate it and she doesn't like being ordered around by him.
And in a maid's uniform too... She thinks to herself acidly as she frowns down at her frilly, fanciful maid uniform. The Mun's going to get it... Oh, she will...
"...You shouldn't have done that."
"Done what?"
"You know what I mean."
"Maybe I just like being annoying."
Spain sighs as he stands before a mirror and tries to fix the white bowtie that he is wearing with an impeccable tuxedo. It doesn't seem to be working. Again, he sighs, this time with what sounds like defeat. Why must they wear tuxedos?
"Come here."
He obeys and turns towards the other person in the room. He watches as calloused fingers much like his own reach forward and start adjusting the source of all his troubles. They are surer in their actions, tugging and fixing purposely. Pretty soon, his tie is on straight and fixed just right. Not too tight, not too loose.
"How could you not do something this simple? Really..."
A smile makes the sides of his lips lift as he turns towards the mirror again, admiring the other's handiwork. His smile is pleased as if the other's words haven't been spoken.
"You did a great job, Imperio." He compliments with such ease, looking to the side to connect his gaze with another pair of almost identical emerald green eyes.
The Spanish Empire meets his bright gaze with more solemnity and a bit of archness. He doesn't need to speak to make his feelings known and Spain laughs, the sound cheerful and warm, completely unmoved by his other self's silent mockery.
"Ay, but really." Spain says after a while, smiling and still not letting the younger Spain look away. They have something to discuss. "You should not have done that to Prussia."
A very imperial eyebrow arched, "And how do you suggest we get it done? Prussia wasn't cooperating."
"And now he's mad because you held him down and won't come down from the roof." Spain's tone isn't scolding, not really. More stating things factually, but it still sounds like a scolding. Clearly, the Empire doesn't appreciate it and those dangerous eyes narrow even more.
Before he could answer however, another voice calls from the doorway of the Butler's locker room. "The Cafe is opening in a bit and I saw Kitty waiting outside. Let's go."
And there, standing by the open door, leaning against it oh so casually in a tuxedo that matches Spain's is... Another Spain. Or rather an Antonio. Younger and clearly human. More comfortable and natural in his clothes and his surroundings. He eyes the two Nations in the room for a moment before looking towards the Empire, an eyebrow lifting as he smiles a touch humorously, "You're actually wearing that outside?" The Empire is in his usual clothes.
And now the Empire looks about ready to let out some steam as he moves toward the door to have at Antonio, the Cafe Prince. The Prince holds his ground, green eyes unwavering in their gaze in a challenge and it just seems to incense the Empire even more. Thankfully, he's held back by Spain, somehow managing to do it despite the Empire's massive strength. He sighs again. Young people can be so draining sometimes...
"None of that you two..." He says as he wraps an arm around the Empire's shoulders and leads him out the door, making sure to keep between him and Antonio as he grabs the other one as well. He walks them out towards the kitchen as he does his best to keep the peace, distracting them with his cheerful chatter.
"You two should get along better today~ It's a beautiful day and we're opening a cafe! Remember, our friends are coming to visit and everything should be perfect!--"
Liechtenstein cannot help flushing as she looks at her reflection on the mirror. She doesn't recall ever wearing something as revealing as this. Well, in fairness, other people may not see it as being that revealing. The only skin really visible are her shoulders and arms and the rest, well... They're under a ton of frills and lace and stockings.
Her brother might have a problem with it, though. A big problem.
She wishes hard that he won't make an appearance today.
She almost jumps when someone speaks. She's completely forgotten that she's not alone in the dressing room.
"Stop worrying. You look okay."
Wide green eyes turn to the side to look at the other person in the room.
Gilbertina has her PSP out, red eyes focused on her game as she plays. She is sitting nonchalantly on a chair, already dressed in much the same outfit Liechtenstein is. She seems completely comfortable to be wearing the cute, slightly scandalous outfit. Then again, Gilbertina is used to wearing things that don't look very conventional or conservative. The maid's uniform is probably nothing to her. Liechtenstein has to envy the girl's confidence.
She is snapped out of her musings when red eyes turn up to look at her.
"You wanna play?" Gilbertina holds out the PSP to her and Liechtenstein has to smile. It's a gesture that reminds her so much of a certain of Prussian and it makes her immediately agree. Somewhat.
"Are you sure?" She asks even as she reaches for the game console being held out to her. "But you were playing."
Gilbertina shrugs, one pale shoulder moving under a strip of lace. "It's mine, ja? I can play it anytime. So go ahead."
Well, Liechtenstein doesn't like disappointing Prussians. "Thank you." She says with a thankful smile.
Gilbertina smirks back a bit, looking pleased with herself and being entirely too familiar. "It's nothing."
"Gilbeeeeeeeeert~" A distinct female voice floats through the hallway leading up to the attic and the roof. Heels click-clack quietly against the wooden floors as the female Prussia, affectionately called Julchen, makes her way towards the door that would lead her to where her male counterpart supposedly is. That's the last thing she heard after the strange scuffle that occured earlier that day between that Spain with the long hair and old-fashioned clothes and Gilbert.
She passes by a mirror just before reaching the door, making her pause and grin at her reflection, pale violet eyes glinting with her characteristic mischief. Of course she looks good. It was definitely a good idea to put her foot down about her clothes for this event. Oh no, no frilly maid outfit for Her Awesomeness. She's dressed instead in a white shirt and black coat with tails on top of a short black skirt that shows off her long legs and her new black thigh-high boots.
She flashes her reflection another wide grin before going ahead and knocking on the closed door.
"Gilbeeeeeert~ Are you up there~?"
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" is the loud, but muffled response from behind the door. And if Julchen is correct, the one who just yelled is a bit aways from the door. Perhaps even already out on the roof. Gilbert just has that much lungpower. One has to, if they want to be heard over gunfire and shouts on a chaotic battlefield. The shouting doesn't do much with her though, or with their Mundane it seems.
Julchen tries again. "Gilbeeeeert~ It's the Awesome Me~ Open up!"
"NO FUCKING WAY!"
"...It can't be that bad." Of course she's just saying that to maybe, probably convince the male Prussian to open the door. She's heard about what he has on. It is that bad.
"YES IT IS! NOW GO AWAY!"
"Gilbeeeeeeeeeeert~" More pounding, more whining. Julchen can be very annoying; it seems to be a shared trait between the two Prussias. "Come oooooooooon~ You're being unawesome~ I just wanna seeeeee~"
"NO!"
"...I promise I won't laugh."
There's a pause and Julchen thinks that she's gotten through somehow. So she waits patiently. Prussias can be patient for the right things. Right?
The waiting lasts for a good two minutes before Julchen is pounding on the door again, kicking it for good measure.
"You're just being a sissy!" POUND! "How unawesome!" POUND! "Do you hear me, Gilbert?!" POUNDPOUND! "UNAWESOME!" POUND! "Now man up and show me your dress and your bunny ears!"
"FUCK YOU!"
And the door slams open.
Julchen stares.
Floppy white bunny ears that are as white as the Prussias' own head of hair. They stick up somehow, defying gravity. And that uniform. The shirt is frilly, nuff said. At least the skirt is long, covering up most of the Prussian's legs, but where they stop, pure white socks compensate and flow down to feet encased in what should be dainty-looking Mary Janes.
Julchen cannot help the loud snort that escapes her at the sight.
And Gilbert, in his maid outfit and bunny ears for the event, glares and blushes all the way to his toes.
With that all hell breaks loose.
"FUCK YOU, YOU BITCH! YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T LAUGH!"
"Do you think Mr. Ryuichi and Tonio will be back soon?"
"Mn."
"We should probably make a snack for them too, don't you think so?"
"Sure."
...
"I'm almost done with the strawberries. How are the tomatoes?"
"Kinda d'ne."
"And we still have a lot of time. We're making good time, Mr. Sweden."
"Mn."
Lithuania tries his best to continue on smiling, really, but it's hard. He somehow knows that Sweden is really a quiet person and prefers to keep his words to a minimum when it's not really needed to talk, but really. Sweden can be so... Intimidating.
The Baltic is about to fumble for another topic of conversation when suddenly the back door to the kitchen bursts open, revealing none other than Nittle Grasper frontman himself, Sakuma Ryuichi. In his famous bunny suit. As always, he makes his presence known loudly.
"Ryuichi, Kuma-chan, and Tonio are home na no da!" He declares just as the Spanish catboy in his arms sings out a cheerful, "Home~"
"Ah, welcome back you two!" Lithuania is quick enough to welcome them, making his way towards them. No, he's not trying to get away from Sweden. Not really. "Are you two hungry? Would you two like something to eat?"
"Carrots for Kuma, milk for Tonio, and ice cream sundae for Ryu-chan!" is the popstar's response to the question, eyes bright as he looks to Lithuania. "Ryuichi can get an ice cream, right?"
And Lithuania laughs a bit at the man-child's enthusiasm. "Maybe later, Mr. Ryuichi. After we have served some of our guests." He can never really say 'no' to him, even if ice cream is not really a good thing for Ryuichi to have, given how he can get...
The Nittle Grasper star seems to be cooperative enough at the moment, agreeing to Lithuania's words easily with a nod. "We will get lots of guests! Ryu-chan and Kuma-chan and Tonio made a good team and gave away our invitations! Kyou-chan made them so pretty! NO ONE CAN RESIST!" All this is said with enthusiastic Kumaguro-waving and more sparkle~
Meanwhile, Tonio has walked over to the quiet Sweden who is meticulously slicing up tomatoes. He is small, so small beside the towering Nordic, but he doesn't seem phased at all. He barely reaches the counter, but he does his best to peek up at what Sweden is doing. He smells tomatoes and of course he loves tomatoes.
Icy blue eyes slide to the side to regard the little catboy quietly. Sweden knows what little Tonio will ask.
Soon enough, inquisitive green eyes meet his gaze and Tonio asks, "May I have some tomatoes?" Oh so polite. His master taught him well.
Sweden answers with a quiet grunt and a silent nod before making a few slices for Tonio and putting them in a little bowl for him. A happy noise and a grateful look followed by a hummed "Gracias~" is his thanks and it makes Sweden smile a little. He is rather fond of cute little children after all.
"Oi." And suddenly an unexpected face makes an appearance by the kitchen door. Red hair. Headband. Tattoos. "We're opening in a few minutes. You all ready in here?"
"RENJIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!"
"Woah, woah! Slow down! Sakuma! Get a gri--!"
And the rest of the redhaired Shinigami's words are cut off as Sakuma Ryuichi glompattacks him and they fall backward onto the front. A cacophony of voices rises from the cafe floor, exclamations of surprise and inquiries about Renji and Ryuichi's well-being.
Back in the kitchen, Lithuania is looking helplessly towards the crowd of his Mundane's muses as they gather around their two fallen comrades. They are so many of them, but it's all right.
"To make it more fun." He says more to himself than anything.
"¿Qué?" A tiny voice asks from the side and Lithuania chuckles as he is met with the sight of tomato-stained cheeks and wide, questioning green eyes. "I just think we're in a good place, Tonio." He tells the little cat boy and pets him over the head, smiling as Tonio purrs. "Strange, chaotic, but a good place."
And from the side, Sweden just keeps on slicing tomatoes with his characteristic precision.
He has no comment, as usual.