Tsundere Cafe
anonymous
February 7 2010, 07:21:12 UTC
Just saw this on TVTropes:
Recently, Tsundere Cafes have been opening in the Otakuland of Akihabara. Similar to Meido Cafes, the waitresses there are young attractive women, each acting tsundere-ish towards their patrons: very rude and impatient at the beginning ("Here, sit." "Am I supposed to wait for you, or what?" "Have you decided on your order yet?!") but getting increasingly more apologetic and dere when they are about to leave ("I'm sorry I said all those things to you... you will come again, won't you?.."). Witness reports say that this change is irresistible. the japanese are crazy
A World Meeting is scheduled in Japan, and Japan takes everyone to one of this after…fully knowing that the many tsundere nations will be compared to the waitressesXD.
Bonus 1. Anon thinks America would totally dig this behavior, and is short of drooling Bonus 2. of course, none of our tsunderes acknowledge any similarity. Bonus 3. France is delighted to tease England about this. America joins in on the teasing. Bonus 4. Somebody finally calls America out on his own tsundereness toward England. Even better if it’s Lithuania -as primary witness to it- and France joins in because of course France would join inXD.
[Mini-fill] That Cafe...
anonymous
February 12 2010, 16:18:25 UTC
This is the anon that said she will fill the prompt. I hope this is what the OP wanted... Warning; This was not beta-read. Was written at midnight.
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"So, are you coming in or not?! Goodness, do I need to wait up for you or something?"
The girl standing in front of the door was a pretty little girl, with shoulder-length black hair that was pulled back into a low ponytail, brown eyes and a pretty little nose with a pair of pink, pouty lips. With the frilly dress and apron, she looked beautiful. Too bad she was scowling.
The waitress humphed, putting one hand on her hip and looking generally annoyed. The men standing in front of the cafe, excluding Japan, were shocked, to put it simply. Never had they been treated so harshly by a waitress. When Japan told them that he wanted to show them an 'interesting new cafe', they thought it would be a quaint little shop with a sweet waitress who smiles at you and treat you as nicely as a mother would treat her child.
Naturally, they were not expecting such a rude girl to be there, frowning and being all rude towards them.
Looking at each other worriedly, they entered the cafe, noticing that most of the waitresses were very pretty- but very unfriendly. The waitress that greeted them pointed nonchalantly to an empty table, scowling. She then walked away, in a very unladylike manner, as one would say. With a smile, Japan ushered them all towards the table, reassuring some of the nations who voiced their concerns about the treatment they were getting.
"Why are they so rude?" France shook his head, "That girl that greeted us at the front door...What a waste of such a pretty face to be scowling all the time."
"Ve... they're very scary, Japan..." the Italian whimpered, scooting closer to Germany. "Your girls used to be soo nice, ve..."
Japan only smiled.
"They're supposed to act like that. This is a Tsundere Cafe, after all."
"Wait a bloody minute-" nobody knew what England wanted to say as he was cut short by a menu that was unceremoniously thrown in his face.
"Decide on your orders quickly, okay? I have other customers to entertain. Not just you!" again, the girl huffed, though this time she stood by the table, not-so-patiently waiting for the men to give their order. It took them quite a while, but when they finally did decide on something to order, the waitress was looking so annoyed that none of them actually cared about what they wanted. In the end, they all opted for tea and a slice of cake.
"That's all?! And it took you such a long time too!"
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The men finished their food quickly, and by the time they were leaving, the waitress was looking meek- almost sorry. She fidgeted around a lot, mumbling apologies, scratching her cheek a little in a manner that one would think that she was a teenage girl confessing to her crush- It was a surprising -not to mention abrupt- change.
"You're not mad... are you?" she said to the group, rubbing her forearm softly with her eyes fixated on the floor, "I didn't mean to make you angry... Please promise me you'll come again?"
And so, they made a promise to patron the small safe again.
All because the abrupt change in character of the pretty little waitress.
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Note: Ah! Writer!Anon killed it. ;A; I'm so sorry, OP. It's just that I haven't written anything in such a long time... /commits suicide
Re: [Mini-fill] That Cafe...
anonymous
March 9 2010, 02:01:21 UTC
LOL!! Great job anon! I can so see how those cafes got so popular. I'm just glad there's no cafes like that where I live - I think I'd probably die if I had to work at that job. XDD
Soondeh Cafes? [1/2]
anonymous
March 21 2010, 20:19:04 UTC
“I like our server.” America wolf whistled at a blonde waitress, who only scowled at him and turned her head.
England only noticed with utter distaste the way America drooled, positively salivating at the waitresses and their completely change of attitude at other customers as they were leaving. “Dere, is it? Damned cute, I‘m so glad you took us here, Japan.”
“What a damned masochist.” England growled, “What‘s so good about a bunch of haughty, crass little girls that grow meek as you‘re about to leave? Sounds like a bunch of brats to me.”
France looked at him incredulously, then barked with laughter. “Listen to this man, making fun of others who share the same traits as you!”
England glared at him, “Don’t kid me! I’m nothing like those… soondehs or whatever the hell you call them!”
“You so are! In fact, that waitress over there has got your personality down pat!” America interrupted, pointing towards the one he was staring so longingly at.
“You bloody wanker I don’t-” England stopped, interrupted by Lithuania who happened to tag along and was really just amused by the whole thing.
“Is that why you’re so into that waitress, Alfred?”
France was giggling at the turn of events and both western countries stared at Lithuania. England with confusion and Alfred with panic. America didn’t reply and stayed still with his mouth hanging open.
“You like that waitress over there because she reminds you of England, doesn’t she?”
“Of course not! I just… She was… I… She doesn‘t… It‘s not like…” He muttered a few more incoherent sentences before finally exclaiming, “I don’t like England that way!”
Lithuania smirked. “Come to think of it, you remind me of those waitresses.”
“I do not!” America replied indignantly, “I’m more mature than that.” He said, his tone ironically similar to that of a kid pouting. An awkward silence followed soon after, England fidgeted in his seat and kept passing glances at America while blushing, and America blushing but desperately trying to play it off as anger. Ludwig coughed to try to cut the tension but it didn't work and France stayed giggling in the background, keeping himself from laughing maniacally.
It was then a waitress finally came to their table and slapped the menus onto the tables.
Soondeh Cafes? [2/2]
anonymous
March 21 2010, 20:20:49 UTC
“Gracias!” Spain called, obviously not noticing the tense atmosphere and continued to gaze at the waitress who left.
Romano noticed that Spain was being a complete fool. He was just staring longingly at each and every waitress, not even taking into account that he was so old he couldn’t even pass off for their great-great-great-great grandpa, despite how young he looked.
“It wouldn’t work out,” Romano hissed under his breath, an indescribable anger filling him. “You know you wouldn’t be able to go out with these girls.”
Spain looked at him shocked, but then grinned happily while completely oblivious to Romano‘s statement. “Don’t you think these girls are cute, Romano?”
Romano spat onto the floor. “I don’t!”
“Are you going to clean that up?” A waitress interrupted him.
“No.” Romano replied curtly, keeping his gaze fixed onto Spain who was ogling the waitress. He only grew more irritated and the waitress stayed hovering over him.
“Clean it.” The waitress stated, and Romano couldn’t take it anymore. Spain was only looking at her and it was pissing him off more and more, and who did this girl think she was, anyway?
“I said no! Fuck, do you have cotton in your head? Who the hell are you to tell me to clean up shit?” Romano yelled.
“Who the hell are you to spit on our floor?” The waitress screamed back.
Romano could distinctly hear the other nations whispering among themselves, saying things like, “This is what happens when two people of the same personality clash.” “Bad idea bringing the tsunderes here too, Japan.” “They don‘t see their resemblances.”
“I’m a customer is what I am! It’s your damned job to clean up my mess! Tsundere or fuck and kink or whatever, you’re still a waitress and you’ve got to clean up shit around here!” Romano yelled back, and the waitress looked truly pissed, not just faking, before stalking off.
“Aww, Romano, you should’ve have done that. Bad Romano.” Spain tapped him lightly on the head in what was supposed to be a disciplinary (attack).
“And there you go again! Treating me like a child when really…!” Romano yelled, and he felt tears pooling in his eyes. Oh sure, these bitchy waitresses were cute and he was ‘bad.’ And why the hell did that matter so much?
He tread out, leaving both a confused Spain and several other exhausted nations. Spain ran after him after apologizing to everyone. On cue, America busted out the door in an attempt to go unnoticed in the commotion. England yelled something derogatory and soon followed suit in chasing after him.
The café went silent, everyone’s eyes fixed on the nations who were still sitting there.
“Let’s just leave.” Germany said, embarrassed. “We‘ve caused enough of a scene already, I don’t…” Mutely, Japan agreed by nodding his head.
“Let’s pretend this didn’t happen.”
Russia stood and smiled, getting up and patting Japan on the shoulder. “It’s okay, it‘s my turn to host the world meeting.”
Japan involuntarily flinched, looking up at Russia who stood stayed smiling pleasantly.
Re: Soondeh Cafes? [2/2]
anonymous
March 21 2010, 23:52:24 UTC
OP thinks yandere cafés should definitely exist, lol. I liked this a lot, anon, specially the part with America and England (how rare for America to be the one blushing and stammering! almost as rare as seeing Lithuania teasing America so muchXD). I liked how both America and Spain liked the girls but in their infinite incapacity to read the atmosphere, missed why. And yess, got my mention about America's own tusndereness. Thank you!
Re: Soondeh Cafes? [2/2]
anonymous
March 24 2010, 05:03:31 UTC
Yandere cafe? I imagine Belarus would get a job there in a heartbeat! Great fill anon! I was smiling the whole time reading this, the idea of a Tsundere cafe is just too funny!!
Recently, Tsundere Cafes have been opening in the Otakuland of Akihabara. Similar to Meido Cafes, the waitresses there are young attractive women, each acting tsundere-ish towards their patrons: very rude and impatient at the beginning ("Here, sit." "Am I supposed to wait for you, or what?" "Have you decided on your order yet?!") but getting increasingly more apologetic and dere when they are about to leave ("I'm sorry I said all those things to you... you will come again, won't you?.."). Witness reports say that this change is irresistible.
the japanese are crazy
A World Meeting is scheduled in Japan, and Japan takes everyone to one of this after…fully knowing that the many tsundere nations will be compared to the waitressesXD.
Bonus 1. Anon thinks America would totally dig this behavior, and is short of drooling
Bonus 2. of course, none of our tsunderes acknowledge any similarity.
Bonus 3. France is delighted to tease England about this. America joins in on the teasing.
Bonus 4. Somebody finally calls America out on his own tsundereness toward England. Even better if it’s Lithuania -as primary witness to it- and France joins in because of course France would join inXD.
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"So, are you coming in or not?! Goodness, do I need to wait up for you or something?"
The girl standing in front of the door was a pretty little girl, with shoulder-length black hair that was pulled back into a low ponytail, brown eyes and a pretty little nose with a pair of pink, pouty lips. With the frilly dress and apron, she looked beautiful. Too bad she was scowling.
The waitress humphed, putting one hand on her hip and looking generally annoyed. The men standing in front of the cafe, excluding Japan, were shocked, to put it simply. Never had they been treated so harshly by a waitress. When Japan told them that he wanted to show them an 'interesting new cafe', they thought it would be a quaint little shop with a sweet waitress who smiles at you and treat you as nicely as a mother would treat her child.
Naturally, they were not expecting such a rude girl to be there, frowning and being all rude towards them.
Looking at each other worriedly, they entered the cafe, noticing that most of the waitresses were very pretty- but very unfriendly. The waitress that greeted them pointed nonchalantly to an empty table, scowling. She then walked away, in a very unladylike manner, as one would say. With a smile, Japan ushered them all towards the table, reassuring some of the nations who voiced their concerns about the treatment they were getting.
"Why are they so rude?" France shook his head, "That girl that greeted us at the front door...What a waste of such a pretty face to be scowling all the time."
"Ve... they're very scary, Japan..." the Italian whimpered, scooting closer to Germany. "Your girls used to be soo nice, ve..."
Japan only smiled.
"They're supposed to act like that. This is a Tsundere Cafe, after all."
"Wait a bloody minute-" nobody knew what England wanted to say as he was cut short by a menu that was unceremoniously thrown in his face.
"Decide on your orders quickly, okay? I have other customers to entertain. Not just you!" again, the girl huffed, though this time she stood by the table, not-so-patiently waiting for the men to give their order. It took them quite a while, but when they finally did decide on something to order, the waitress was looking so annoyed that none of them actually cared about what they wanted. In the end, they all opted for tea and a slice of cake.
"That's all?! And it took you such a long time too!"
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The men finished their food quickly, and by the time they were leaving, the waitress was looking meek- almost sorry. She fidgeted around a lot, mumbling apologies, scratching her cheek a little in a manner that one would think that she was a teenage girl confessing to her crush- It was a surprising -not to mention abrupt- change.
"You're not mad... are you?" she said to the group, rubbing her forearm softly with her eyes fixated on the floor, "I didn't mean to make you angry... Please promise me you'll come again?"
And so, they made a promise to patron the small safe again.
All because the abrupt change in character of the pretty little waitress.
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Note: Ah! Writer!Anon killed it. ;A; I'm so sorry, OP. It's just that I haven't written anything in such a long time... /commits suicide
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England only noticed with utter distaste the way America drooled, positively salivating at the waitresses and their completely change of attitude at other customers as they were leaving. “Dere, is it? Damned cute, I‘m so glad you took us here, Japan.”
“What a damned masochist.” England growled, “What‘s so good about a bunch of haughty, crass little girls that grow meek as you‘re about to leave? Sounds like a bunch of brats to me.”
France looked at him incredulously, then barked with laughter. “Listen to this man, making fun of others who share the same traits as you!”
England glared at him, “Don’t kid me! I’m nothing like those… soondehs or whatever the hell you call them!”
“You so are! In fact, that waitress over there has got your personality down pat!” America interrupted, pointing towards the one he was staring so longingly at.
“You bloody wanker I don’t-” England stopped, interrupted by Lithuania who happened to tag along and was really just amused by the whole thing.
“Is that why you’re so into that waitress, Alfred?”
France was giggling at the turn of events and both western countries stared at Lithuania. England with confusion and Alfred with panic. America didn’t reply and stayed still with his mouth hanging open.
“You like that waitress over there because she reminds you of England, doesn’t she?”
“Of course not! I just… She was… I… She doesn‘t… It‘s not like…” He muttered a few more incoherent sentences before finally exclaiming, “I don’t like England that way!”
Lithuania smirked. “Come to think of it, you remind me of those waitresses.”
“I do not!” America replied indignantly, “I’m more mature than that.” He said, his tone ironically similar to that of a kid pouting. An awkward silence followed soon after, England fidgeted in his seat and kept passing glances at America while blushing, and America blushing but desperately trying to play it off as anger. Ludwig coughed to try to cut the tension but it didn't work and France stayed giggling in the background, keeping himself from laughing maniacally.
It was then a waitress finally came to their table and slapped the menus onto the tables.
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Romano noticed that Spain was being a complete fool. He was just staring longingly at each and every waitress, not even taking into account that he was so old he couldn’t even pass off for their great-great-great-great grandpa, despite how young he looked.
“It wouldn’t work out,” Romano hissed under his breath, an indescribable anger filling him. “You know you wouldn’t be able to go out with these girls.”
Spain looked at him shocked, but then grinned happily while completely oblivious to Romano‘s statement. “Don’t you think these girls are cute, Romano?”
Romano spat onto the floor. “I don’t!”
“Are you going to clean that up?” A waitress interrupted him.
“No.” Romano replied curtly, keeping his gaze fixed onto Spain who was ogling the waitress. He only grew more irritated and the waitress stayed hovering over him.
“Clean it.” The waitress stated, and Romano couldn’t take it anymore. Spain was only looking at her and it was pissing him off more and more, and who did this girl think she was, anyway?
“I said no! Fuck, do you have cotton in your head? Who the hell are you to tell me to clean up shit?” Romano yelled.
“Who the hell are you to spit on our floor?” The waitress screamed back.
Romano could distinctly hear the other nations whispering among themselves, saying things like, “This is what happens when two people of the same personality clash.” “Bad idea bringing the tsunderes here too, Japan.” “They don‘t see their resemblances.”
“I’m a customer is what I am! It’s your damned job to clean up my mess! Tsundere or fuck and kink or whatever, you’re still a waitress and you’ve got to clean up shit around here!” Romano yelled back, and the waitress looked truly pissed, not just faking, before stalking off.
“Aww, Romano, you should’ve have done that. Bad Romano.” Spain tapped him lightly on the head in what was supposed to be a disciplinary (attack).
“And there you go again! Treating me like a child when really…!” Romano yelled, and he felt tears pooling in his eyes. Oh sure, these bitchy waitresses were cute and he was ‘bad.’ And why the hell did that matter so much?
He tread out, leaving both a confused Spain and several other exhausted nations. Spain ran after him after apologizing to everyone. On cue, America busted out the door in an attempt to go unnoticed in the commotion. England yelled something derogatory and soon followed suit in chasing after him.
The café went silent, everyone’s eyes fixed on the nations who were still sitting there.
“Let’s just leave.” Germany said, embarrassed. “We‘ve caused enough of a scene already, I don’t…” Mutely, Japan agreed by nodding his head.
“Let’s pretend this didn’t happen.”
Russia stood and smiled, getting up and patting Japan on the shoulder. “It’s okay, it‘s my turn to host the world meeting.”
Japan involuntarily flinched, looking up at Russia who stood stayed smiling pleasantly.
“Let’s go to my Yandere café, da?”
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[end?] xD
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But ... Russia D:
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...As for the yandere cafe, Belarus already works at there. orz She's the best seller though. :)
Yandere cafes sound like masochistic dungeons X)
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