[Fanfic] Queen Victoria Cafe [2/?]
Title: Queen Victoria Cafe
Author: Rissa_Ichigo
Pairing: Canada/Fem!America
Rating: PG for now
Summary: Classic story of a rich Georgetown, Washington DC girl named Amelia, who falls head over heels with the waiter at a middle-class restauraunt. Too bad he doesn't even know her name, and the fact that her father forbids her to even step one foot near the cafe!
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Really dad, you didn’t have to cut your trip short just to visit me.”
Amelia was currently walking down Georgetown road with her father, Francis Bonnefoy, who had cut his business trip in Germany short to come home for the holidays. It had been two weeks since her first fateful encounter with the adorable waiter, Matthew, at Queen Victoria Café., and she hadn’t gone back since.
Francis smiled down at his daughter and ruffled her hair, “But sweetie, with my pastry shops opening around Europe, I hardly get to spend time with you anymore! You miss your papa, don’t you?”
Amelia sighed and rolled her eyes. Her father was such a drama queen.
“Of course, papa, but it’s a week until Thanksgiving! Why come home so early?”
Francis dutifully ignored the question, and instead steered her over to a store, “Look honey, it’s Betsey Johnson! Want some new outfits for the Holidays?”
Amelia gave her father an irritated look. Her only reply back was a grin.
“Oh fine papa, I suppose one new outfit couldn’t hur-“
Amelia broke off from staring into the store windows, when she caught the reflection of a certain waiter in the window.
“Oh my god!” Amelia whipped around to see Matthew enter the Café.
Francis was oblivious to where she was staring, and grabbed hold of her shoulders and turned her quickly around towards him. “What sweetie? What’s wrong!”
Amelia tried to scramble her thoughts together, away from the cutie that she just saw. Her father searched her eyes for signs of distress, and Amelia felt herself blushing in embarrassment. She couldn’t believe she was losing it over a boy…and in front of her father no less!
“Uhh….I was just saying ‘oh my god’ because I’m so hungry, papa! It’s about lunch time, so why not go get some food?” Amelia beamed up at her father. Quick thinking!
Francis looked at his Rolex watch and raised an eyebrow, “Amelia, it’s ten in the morning.”
Amelia chuckled nervously. “But I’m starving, papa!” Amelia grabbed her father’s hand and pulled him across the street to the restaurant. “How about we eat here?”
Francis eyed the restaurant in curious interest that quickly turned to skeptic. “This is a middle class restaurant sweetie. Why would you want to eat here?”
“Not all are bad, papa! I even like a fast food place, you know the one.”
Francis curled his lip in disgust. “Yes, I do. I have your mother to thank for that one.”
Amelia smiled to herself. Her mother, Jean Bonnefoy, grew up in a French middle class family that happened to be able to attend a rich friends Christmas party every year. That was where she met her father. Needless to say, she liked to introduce her husband and daughter to the joys of middle class shops and eating diners. Amelia’s smile fell and she stared without seeing at the café in front of her. Her mother sadly was shot in a drive by shooting on her way home from the local grocery store. She always insisted on walking to the store, since it was only 2 blocks away from their penthouse apartment in Washington DC. Now since she was gone, Francis called Amelia four times a day, every day, and only liked her to stay around Georgetown. The rich areas, basically. He doesn’t trust people as much anymore.
“Amelia?”
Amelia shook her head to rid such unpleasant thoughts, and smiled up to her father. “Please papa? Just try it?” Amelia then pouted and widened her eyes.
Hook…
Line…..
Sinker!
Francis sighed and held a hand up to his face. “You win, Amelia.”
Amelia laughed and punched a hand into the air. “Yes! I love you papa!”
Francis grabbed his daughters hand gently and brought it down. “But just this once, honey. I don’t want to catch you here again.”
Amelia bit her lip, but gave a nod. She hated lying to her father.
The little bell gave ring as the door, for a second time for Amelia, closed behind them. Their eyes took a few seconds to adjust to the light change, and Amelia was prepared this time for the hostess.
“Hello. Welcome to Queen Victoria Café, my name is Arthur Kirkland and am the owner of this restaurant. How many?” Arthur smiled pleasantly at both Amelia and her father.
Amelia smiled back and looked up to her dad, but was alarmed to see his eyes had widened considerably and he had froze all movement.
“Arthur?” Francis whispered hoarsely out.
Amelia noticed her father’s hands starting to tremble, and looked over at Arthur. The caterpillar-mans eyebrows had scrunched together to make a uni-brow, as he stared back in puzzlement. He didn’t seem to know her father, but the next few words uttered changed that.
“Mon lapin blanc!”
Amelia watched a now similar reaction on Arthur’s face occur. His eyes went wide and his jaw dropped open.
“Fr-Francis?”
Her father’s eyes narrowed to cold slits and he roughly grabbed Amelia by her wrist, tugging her towards the doors. “Come on Amelia, we are leaving this disgusting English establishment.”
“Papa, no! What’s wrong?” Amelia pulled back, trying to stop her father from leaving.
“Don’t question my decision, let’s go Amelia! Now!” Her father dug his nails sharply into her wrist and pulled, causing Amelia to stumble.
“Ahh!”
Amelia tripped over one of the small steps leading down into the restaurant, and almost fell, but a pair of arms shot out and gripped her shoulders, keeping her from falling flat on her face.
“Leave the miss alone, please sir.”
Amelia gasped and looked up to see none other than her waiter crush, Matthew, glaring at her father.
Her father pursed his lips and tightened his hold on her wrist.
“Papa!” Amelia grimaced, yanking feebly at her wrist. Her father looked over in surprise, then down at her wrist which was now turning a lovely shade of purple. His eyes went wide and he let go quickly as if her wrist was on fire.
“I’m so sorry, honey!”
Matthew looked between them in confusion. “Papa? You are her father?”
Amelia gave a meek nod and stepped back from Matthew before she was tempted to hug him or something worse.
“Oh, I didn’t realize.” Matthew looked down at Amelia’s wrist, and his eyes narrowed slightly before looking back to her father, “But you should be careful not to harm her, her bruise looks nasty right now.”
Her father had the decency to look ashamed. He glanced beyond Amelia, to Arthur most likely, and became stiff all over again. “Come on sweetie, we need to be going.”
Amelia flicked her gaze between the three of them in anxiously before giving in and following her father. She paused just before walking out, and turned to the two men.
“I’m sorry for the trouble, Mr. Kirkland, I don’t know what came over my dad.”
Arthur gulped and gave a shaky nod, apology accepted. Matthew looked back at Amelia with a critical eye, most likely still pondering if the man was her father. She gave a bow and left, for a second time, the café in a distressed state. Wasn’t her luck just wonderful?