THE COFFEE KIT CAFE IS NOW OPEN

[cassandracsenta]

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

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[gewehrundblut]

"Tch, why d'you let that brat boss you around like that, Tonyo? It's not awesome! Make him cook his own food!" Which... rather defeats the point of coming out to a café, he supposes, except he rather doesn't care. Of course, if Romano is here, then maybe he can flirt a bit. Actually, scratch that, if Romano shows up there will definitely be flirting, whether the Mediterranean nation likes it or not. It would be a fitting sort of revenge for Spain having to cook for him.

Oh, right. Food. "And hot chocolate, right? You guys have hot chocolate? With cinnamon!" He's not that picky otherwise, but, hey, churros. You need the absolute perfect drink to go with them. Weak tea or overly bitter coffee just will not do, and alcohol? That ought to be a criminal offence. No, as far as Prussia is concerned, the only suitable beverage to be served with churros is something involving chocolate. Preferably hot, though a cold drink could be acceptable under the right circumstances.

However, the modern era has seen fit to bless man with the ability to make the inside air a temperature heretobefore not seen outsde of the furthest reaches of Siberia (perhaps a slight exaggeration), and Prussia, even for a more northern nation, does get cold easily. Thus, this is not the right time or place for a cold drink with his churros.

[si_espana]

"But then it's like he's not in a cafe at all, yes?" Spain is of course, going to point out the obvious. And Spain doesn't mind, really. He hasn't seen his cute little henchman in forever! He'll cook him anything he wants~ "And you know how he is. He's very picky. He says he doesn't want to cook anything Sweden or Lithuania cooks..."

He gets distracted when Prussia mentions hot chocolate. "Of course!" What cafe wouldn't have the hot chocolate option for non-coffee or tea lovers? And what is churros without hot chocolate anyway? Well... Exactly just churros, but that's just so plain. Prussia has the right idea! If you want to enjoy churros, you have to have them with hot chocolate!

"What else do you want? I'm your Butler for today, you know~"

[gewehrundblut]

"Oh, but I'm sure Schweden is a fine cook!" Actually, he's never really had Sweden's cooking, the truth is merely that he finds the man to be utterly terrifying and has no desire to get on his bad side. Besides, they kind of share a North German culture... sort of... maybe... a little... so his food can't be all kinds of weird and strange. Also, Prussia will eat England's cooking and find it only mildly disagreeable, so really, he'll eat almost anything.

"Hey, if you're my Butler, then you can't go around cooking for other people..." Is that an evil grin? Why yes, yes it is. It appears that so long as Romano shows up while Prussia is here, Prussia will protest the idea of this Spain going to cook for the brat. While flirting with the Italian, of course. He's an expert multitasker. "....Or maybe you can; I don't get this sort of café at all." He leans on the table, pouting slightly at Antonio.

[si_espana]

Yes, Sweden's cooking is normally very simple, but hearty. Kind of similar to German cooking, actually. Prussia will probably need no prompting or intimidation to actually like it.

Spain nods in agreement, his smile not at all fazed or lessening. "I think so too! I like his pea soup and those pancakes!" Spain and Sweden have pretty good relations and of course Spain, being the oblivious derp that he is, is hardly scared of the intimidating Nordic.

The Spaniard blinks at Prussia's reasoning. He tilts his head as he thinks. "Well, I think I'll have to be your Butler only until you leave..." Oh, Romano would probably not like that. Can he have two Masters? Can he do that? He's not sure either.

[gewehrundblut]

The mere fact that Sweden is the one who cooked the food is intimidation enough for Prussia, because he wouldn't dream of sending it back even if it were somehow the worst, most inedible food in the world. Simply because he would likely then have to face Sweden. Which he does not want to do. Ever.

"Oh, pancakes could be good! But churros first~ Need to see if I'll have room for more." Lies. He always has room for food in his stomach. He's practically a bottomless pit given proper food conditions.

Do you see this? Do you see this wide grin that spreads across his face that can only mean bad things? If not, then quite possibly Spain needs to learn to be a little less oblivious to the atmosphere around him. "Oh, so if I were to not leave until after Romano left....." Somewhere, the sky is darkening ominously, and thunderclaps rend the air while there is mad laughter echoing within the chamber as a mastermind finishes his dastardly plot.

Somewhere else to be precise. Here we merely have a Prussia, looking overly pleased with himself and more smug than any one person has a right to be, even if they are the physical manifestation of the Zeitgeist of over ten million people.

[si_espana]

Less oblivious? Spain? Is that even possible? Right now, he's proving that it's not as Spain just slowly blinks at Prussia. He waits for him to continue. He really doesn't know what Prussia is thinking now or that it could mean very, very bad things are bound to happen.

"What?" The oblivious Iberian nation asks, curious, tilting his head.

Oh Spain. What have you gotten yourself into now?