Alfred walked through the doors of the brightly lit smoothie parlor, his hands tucked into his jacket. Breathing in deeply, he smiled at the fresh and fruity taste that wafted through his nose. Awesome. Was the word that passed through his mind at this moment, as he took a few steps to find a table. It was one of those fun wifi smoothie places
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He'd just placed an order for an extra-thick passion fruit to-go when a familiar bomber jacket caught his eye. America was sitting near the back of the shop, apparently absorbed in the table top.
France smirked, quickly changed his 'to-go' to a 'for-here', then glided over to the other nation's table.
"Alfred, mon cher! 'Ow unexpectedly lovely to see you 'ere! Surely you do not mind if I join you, non?"
France slid into the seat across from him.
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Now.. what did he feel like ordering? Usually, Alfred liked sticking with his sodas, but he liked variety too. Mango? Strawberry? Passionfruit? ..Green tea? ...Blech. Tea.
Alfred reached over into the straw dispenser on the side of the table, and slipped it out of it's paper covering. He slipped it in his mouth. He proceeded to chew on the end, rolling his tongue over the plastic tube, lost in thought, only to be interrupted by voice with a french accent. Somehow, Alfred knew who it was before he looked up.
"Hey, pervert," he waved lightly, still chewing on the straw.
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"Now, Alfred, is zat any way to greet your Nii-san? Surely you must be mistaking me for the 'ideous Eenglish pervert who raised you."
He paused, long enough for Alfred to place his order with the waitress who had come by their table with his drink, then continued.
"But you must tell me 'ow you have been, mon cher! It feels like I 'aven't seen you in an age-we must catch up."
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He looked back down at the menu, and in the moment, he decided that the straw would decide. Moving his lips in such a way that forced the straw to point down, he let the tip fall on one of the many items on the table.
Mango strawberry smoothie it was, then. The waitress walked by his table, and he smiled widely at her, "I'd like a mango strawberry smoothie."
She blushed, a faint pink coming to her cheeks. Alfred wondered why. "L-large or small?"
"Large please!"
She walked away, leaving him alone with the french man. He looked at Francis and tilted his head.
"I've been good, but why do you ask? Don't you have a date or something to go on?"
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He noticed this smoothie shop on his way back home and thought it would be nice to relax a bit at the shop before going back home too early, which might wake his sister up.
So he stepped in and found himself a quiet corner to sit.
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(Ooc: Join France and I in our corner booth!)
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Vash had just noticed that Francis was also there when he followed Alfred back to the table. He did not feel like getting involved too much after a long night so he switched to the table which was right next to Alfred and Francis' and eavesdropped.
(OOC: i'd love to but I gtg in a minute so I'll just watch :3)
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