Coffee // [incomplete]

[elegantvirtuoso]

Who: Kurt Hummel [kurtilicious11] and Austria [elegantvirtuoso]
Where Tea Room on the first floor
When: 10/18/09
Rating: idk, PG? God guys, they're just having coffee.
Summary: Austria is growing increasingly frustrated with the insinuations that he is not really a country. So he invites Kurt for coffee. That will fix everything. ...Right? Oh god why are we letting Austria

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[kurtilicious11]

It had taken Kurt less time to find the tea room than he had expected. It seems that his method of knocking on every door on the way there until someone gave him directions worked pretty well. When he finally got to the door of the tea room, he opened the door and poked his head in to double check it was the right room.

And when he saw Austria at the table with coffee he assumed he was in the right place and walked in -- wearing only the latest fashions of course -- and made his was immediately towards the table that Austria was already at.

Looking at him, though, there was a question that was bothering Kurt. Nagging at something in the back of his head. Persistent as both Austria and he had been in their argument. Pawing at him, until he couldn't keep himself from asking.

"Where did you get that jacket?"

It was a gorgeous jacket.

[elegantvirtuoso]

Hm? Oh, it was a gorgeous jacket, wasn't it? Austria peered down for a moment at the intricate design work, as though it had been some time since someone had reminded him of how well-dressed he was. He could be a cheapskate in some respects, but he refused to dress anything less than semi-formal at all times.

" It was commissioned by order of Franz Joseph," he said. " All of state officials of my country wear similar uniforms." His was the only blue coat though, being the nation himself. All of the others were black and red velvet.

However, the answer did show his coat was dated (to 1849, no less), but it certainly did not look nearly so old as that, and it showed no signs of being worn-out. Austria always kept it repaired nicely.

" And yours?" Kurt really did have good fashion sense, after all. It would do good to know where he had obtained his as well, especially if he was truly someone conscious of sales.

[kurtilicious11]

"Marc Jacob's new fall collection," he responded with a certain sense of pride in his obviously impressive taste in jackets. As if reminded to do so, he straightens the jacket to make sure that its excellence was being showed off as much as possible.

He doesn't sit down yet, since it's polite to wait until you're asked to sit, right?

[elegantvirtuoso]

Austria nodded, in approval. He had heard very vaguely of Marc Jacobs, but knew him mostly as an American of some cultural worth. Clearly, Kurt had some taste. Of course he did - Kurt was a name with roots in Austria's native language, after all. "It seems to suit you," he added.

He then gestured toward the other chair at his table. Being a gentleman, he said, " Won't you sit down?" How improper of him to not have asked sooner. Shame shame on the aristocrat.

[kurtilicious11]

Kurt took a seat with a small smile. It was always nice when people complimented him on his taste in clothes, instead of...throwing slushy at him or tossing him in a dumpster or well...a lot of things.

He looked curiously at the coffee drink. It was really different from American coffee.

[elegantvirtuoso]

Well, that's because it was superior, Viennese coffee. There's simply no comparison. If Austria were to walk into a Dunkin' Donuts, he would be positively horrified and elegantly outraged at what America has done to the art of coffee making and coffee drinking. Granted, the tea room would never be the same as a true Viennese cafe, but it would have to do for now.

Austria raised an eyebrow at Kurt. " It is safe to consume, you know," he said. It wasn't just for staring at, after all.

To prove his point, Austria took a small sip of his own coffee, with a grace only achieved by centuries of coffee drinking. Or, you know, by elegant snobs. Austria would prefer to just think of coffee as an art in its own right.

[kurtilicious11]

Kurt looked up from his drink to Austria. Ever since the incident with April and the Thermos-'o'-Mystery-Cocktail, he had been a little cautious with drinks that people give him. At least, people that he didn't know very well. It had taken impossible amounts of ass-kissing, begging and puppy dog eyes to keep Principal Figgins from expelling him.

"Sorry, I'm a little paranoid about drinks since someone gave me a drink and I puked on the guidance counselor's shoes."

But if Austria was willing to take a drink of his own coffee, Kurt figured it was safe enough and sipped it tentatively. It was strong for someone like Kurt who didn't drink coffee often.

[elegantvirtuoso]

" I...see."

Austria thought he remembered some vague mention of football players having put something in Kurt's drink, though he could not remember whether he was the one being talked to or not, so he did not mention it specifically. Instead, he said " It sounds as though things have not been fortunate for you recently."

Vomiting on someone's shoes, worrying for what had been put into his drink, an being pulled into a strange land? It certainly did not sound like he had been having much luck. No wonder he had been so terribly rude to the nations annexed by Wonderland. It could be certainly because things had just gotten so awful for Kurt that he momentarily forgot his manners.

[kurtilicious11]

Of course things had not been fortunate for him. Pretty much, his whole life, things weren't fortunate for him -- he was on the bottom of the social ladder. But, yeah, the whole...kidnapping into a strange land with magic closets and talking countries thing kinda takes the cake.

"I guess, but it happens."