Breakfast time~

[rey_de_siestas]

Participants: Antonio and whoever wants a churro
Can people just hop in? That's kind of the point XD
Where: Break room
When: Morning, after work starts but still technically breakfast time
What: Antonio brings Churros for breakfast. Deliciousness ensues.
Summary: After getting too little sleep thanks to his churro-cooking binge the night before,

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Annnnnnd GO. 8D

[lovino_vargas]

Lovino, having found the coffee pot as a sort of sanctuary from the crowd, began pouring himself wonderous coffee in one of the company's cheap paper coffee cups.

Looking out at the large group of people, he noticed Feliciano and gave a short wave.

"I wonder if he even sees me in this mess..."

XD

[pastaitalia]

Feliciano looked around, he'd lost Lovino in this mess... it was starting to get a little scary, being alone in this group. Sure, he knew a couple of people but there were more he didn't know, and... he just wanted to see his brother. It was enough to bring out the five-year-old in him and he bit down on his bottom lip nervously.

You came in here for coffee... go get your coffee. Maybe one of those wondrous churros... and get back to work. With that internal chiding, he walked over to the coffee machine only to be met with the one person he really wanted to see in this mess. "Lovino!" he cried happily and bounded over, refraining from hugging the man- he knew hot coffee on skin hurt, and he didn't want to mess up his brother's suit. He'd hug him after he set the coffee down.

-stares-

[ispeakfine]

Elbow kept off the counter, Berwald changed his stance as he saw someone head in his general direction. Moving to the side, he watched the one he knew as Lovino pouring coffee into a cup. Mug kept over his mouth, his expression kept deadpan as he heard the twin mutter something while waving.

Then he almost tensed, seeing Feliciano poke his head out of the mob of people around the smell of cinnamon. Inwardly he grew wary and moved back a few more steps, taking another sip of the caffeinated beverage- the other twin looked like he was about to jump onto his brother in addition to greeting him.

He didn't and Berwald's shoulders slumped a few inches- thank goodness that hadn't happened. Leaning back so his lower half was supported by the counter, he resumed back to finishing his drink, intent on getting out before anyone tried conversation with him.

-stares back-

[french_for_fame]

Francis found it more difficult to breathe in an increasingly congested room. He sifted off to the side cradling his second, most precious, churro. Away from the mass of bodies, he felt the cold fresh air clear his lungs of the sweat moistened, office smelling air that surrounded Antonio's snacks.

He expelled that heavy air from his chest and rest against the counter with his still half-filled cup of coffee and churro. Ah, shit. He hadn't filled up his cup...and now the coffee was all cold.

He looked to his right and there, around the coffee table were three people that he recognized: Berwald, Lovino, and Feliciano.

A slightly wicked grin crossed his face when he got a glimpse of Romano's nice ass. Ahh, those days in college were so enjoyable. And, without a thought more, he approached feeling welcomed to the slightly crowded coffee corner.

"'Allo, mes chers!" he chuckled.

-eats you all- :D

[win_dude]

[xD; Sorry for poofing - University application deadline. o__o All sent now. *hides and catches up

[furchterregend]

Without waiting for a reply, Gilbert grabbed three churros, promptly stuffing one in his mouth and nearly moaning at how freakin’ delicious it was. “Duuuthhe zthith ith aweshome!” Gilbert grinned approvingly at Antonio, and idly wondered how often he could coerce the Spaniard into cooking for him.

Waving the sugary dough of awesome around, he laughed with a mixture of teasing mockery and affection at how astonished the Frenchman seemed. “French food isn’t the only good stuff in the world!” He eyed Francis’ expression and actions with amused unease. “You act like it’s a pet or something. Weirdo.”

Once Gilbert realized that Feliciano and Lovino (the guy just couldn’t resist Antonio’s…cooking, could he?) were also drawn in by the sweet smell, he tailed Francis to…wait…Feliciano?

“Feliciano!” Gilbert grinned widely as he bounded up to the Italian, while simultaneously offering one of the churros he had. “It’s awesome that you’re here too! Let’s go do something after work!”

[pastaitalia]

Feliciano was about three steps from just setting his coffee cup down and pouncing on Lovino, but the stare from that really tall blond guy was... well, it was kinda scary. It seemed like the coffee maker was the new water cooler, though- quite a crowd had gathered there.

Wait... there was cinnamon-y goodness. Off to his right! He turned to see someone he hadn't seen in ages... "Gilbert? No way! I didn't know you worked here too, where have you been hiding?" he laughed in excitement, unable to control himself and hugging the pale man. "Ooh, churro! Thanks!"

He munched, he thought, and finally he spoke up, smiling happily. "Sure, we should!"

/leaves the union. AGAIN.

[ispeakfine]

Somehow bits and parts of the mob had started to migrate over in the direction of the coffee maker. Francis had walked over and struck conversation up with the three of them with a greeting, while Gilbert had made his way over like nothing.

He'd grabbed Feliciano who Berwald had just noticed was staring in his direction before his attention was grabbed by the churro, moving onto a hug and another greeting.

Lowering the mug, he swirled the contents of his drink around for a moment, examining what was left of the caffeinated beverage. A second cup wouldn't hurt, would it? Deep in thought, Berwald's eyebrow furrowed and he rose the mug to his lips, finishing what was left of the coffee. Turning to make his way back to the sink, he felt something was off- someone was looking over to him?

Raising his head just slightly, he walked a few steps before catching whose gaze was following his own. Einar. Looking his way for a few moments, the Swede turned back and exhaled, rinsing his mug under the faucet.

Not now.

>D Norwayyy~~ -latches on to- Where do you think you're going?

[french_for_fame]

Francis had taken his second bite of his second churro. The eyes, that were once filled with delight, dimmed immediately when a familiar voice interrupted his musings at a most unnecessary time. He turned, facing Gilbert, mouth half filled with cinnamony good. He swallowed dry, wincing as the unchewed substance graze his throat as it prematurely made its way to his stomach. Damn, now he'd have to get another one. He'd lost the enjoyment.

"Ah, Gilbert! Why is it that you always insert yourself in my dreams at the worst times?" he sighed and laughed, taking another bite of his churro.

"And, yes I know there are other foods that taste good, Gilbert! It's just that French food tastes the best~!" he quickly flashed a peace sign and waltzed by Lovino, patting the young Italian's ass quickly.

My, my. It was still firm after all these years. Had Lovino been working out? It seemed so. Maybe to impress Antonio. Who knew~

-pulls France away- NORWAY IS OFF-LIMITS, PAL.

[ice_creamland]

Adam twitched when he heard Einar's voice in full volume. He gave the Dane a little frown. A little runt, huh? He would have appreciated another synonym, but knowing Einar, it cannot be helped. He exhaled, "Yes, it has been a while." Nevertheless, the Icelandic man is still very little---in size, actually.

Yuck yuck. Gilbert's and Einar's voices are too loud. He would rather leave this place to restore his sanity. Just then, he notice Berwald, but only gave him a vacant glance. He stood near Bjorn but noted that he is at work---arm hugging is prohibited...

For now, he just gave off this vibe that he did not wish to be talked to. Or rather, he would like to leave. Alas, Bjorn is still here, so he supposed that he should stick around a little bit longer. Those churros were good..

I am the perfect image of neutrality. Watch. : |

[ispeakfine]

Too good to be true- only ten minutes he'd been in the break room and no one had approached him.

"Berwald?" Lowering the mug and towel onto the counter he turned around fully to face whoever was calling him. Bjorn... His expression almost softened- he hadn't seen the Norwegian for so long that it became a change of pace to catch him there. Adam's figure seemed to come after and the Swede found it odd that they all seemed to work at the same company.

Einar included. Grimacing inwardly at the thought he shook it off and nodded to Bjorn and Adam, looking back to his mug. "Hn."

[ooc; s'cool Lovino he'd rather not mingle at the moment anyway. XD; ]

Aw, you don't have to leave~ ^_^

[pastaitalia]

Feliciano looked away from the churro of amazingness and hug times with Gilbert to see Bjorn, looking rather... well, upset was a good word, he'd go with that.

"Hi, Bjorn! Have you had one of these churros? They're amazing!" Lesson one- Feliciano was hyper enough without the addition of sugar. This churro would probably bump him up to the level of severe annoyance for a couple of hours... well, at least if he felt like working he could really get some stuff done. He had a good idea though, why the Norwegian wasn't looking so happy. With a conspiratorial smile, he stopped munching on the churro for a bit. "I'm very sorry to seem rude, but I haven't seen Gilbert here in ages and I've still got to talk to my brother and... well, I'm probably going to be here a while. Please don't tell Kiku?" he laughed, almost like a giddy child.

Oh my goodness, this is so wacked out. XD

[lovino_vargas]

Lovino 's eye twitched as he saw people migrate to the coffee corner. He hadn't realized how much he was clinging to the countertop behind him, getting nervous of the crowd. What if... no. No, that's not possible, right? It's a big company, surely... surely they wouldn't find him here, right?

...wait. It was a Big Company. More places to hide and sneak...

He shook his head. He shouldn't be worrying about it so much. He was safe here. Surely, someone in this room would stop .... that if it happened.

Yeah.

With a sort-of-smile, he began chattering with Feliciano until...Gilbert.

"Gilbert..." Lovino's expression soured, like it always did around the German or his German brother.

A few moments after, he felt something slide his bum, automatically squeaking and spinning around to see who had done it. "F-F-F-F-Francis!!! You bastard!! Keep your hands to yourself!" He--he had to get away from this mess of people. It just wasn't safe.

And he was probably the only one in the room who hadn't had a churro yet...

(ooc: lol, sorry he's

Wow I'm late to the party.

[shaking_violet]

Raivis yawned and rubbed his eyes as he walked into the break room. He didn't eat breakfast that morning and really needed coffee to drink to keep himself going.

He stopped short when he smelled something delicious and when he saw many of his coworkers there.

"W-What's going on here?"