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!!
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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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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