Disclaimer: I do NOT own Hetalia…I just like to use the characters to appease my inner fanboy.

Summary: Gilbert works at a coffee house as a waiter. His crush, Feliciano, always comes in to have a cup of coffee before he goes off to work himself and before he goes home every night. Their small interactions may just lead to something more…Finally.
Pairing: Pru/Ita, hint of Spamano and FrUK if you wish, but can be taken as friends too.

A/N: It was bored and the idea was cute.

Francis leaned across the counter, his smug smirk shining in the early morning…too early for Gilbert's liking.

"So…are you finally going to ask the cuties name today, or are you going to chicken out? Like you do every day." Gilbert growled at the Frenchman as he threw on his apron after clocking in.

"I already know his name!"

"Getting his name off a receipt is low even for you Gilbert." The albino spun around only to be assaulted by two smirks from his best friends. Both Francis and Iggy were already dressed in their uniforms, and both annoying him greatly.

"Fine! I bet you both drinks tonight I can get his name and phone number before the end of the day. Pathetic my ass! I'm the gre-"

"-at upbringing of Prussian training. Ya, ya. We've heard it before Gilbert, so why don't you use that great Prussian military training and get those chairs down before we open, hmm?" Francis chuckled as Arthur shoved Gilbert into the front of the store. There was grumbling, but the chairs were being handled so no one paid mind. Bantering quickly turned into laughter and the three men opened the coffee house with no issues.

Francis, with his hair tied back was gracefully making fresh coffee and hoping in the back of the store to check on the few pastries they served. Only he was allowed back where the stove was. Apparently before Gilbert was hired Arthur had blown up one of the stoves, so no one but Francis was allowed to use the equipment. Gilbert and Francis both still poked fun at the Englishmen for his lack of cooking abilities.

Gilbert hopped over the counter just as Arthur flipped the 'Open' sign and the morning began. The first hour and a half was always the busiest. While the shop wasn't the grandest, Francis' homemade pastries on top of the fresh brewed coffee always brought in a flow of traffic. Gilbert was the best at handling a high traffic load of customers at the counter, so he always began the mornings there, easily calculating totals of multiple orders and handling the workload of three registers at only one while he called out orders for Francis to gather.

Arthur always took care of the people that wanted to sit down for coffee, taking orders for those who sat outside and inside for the first shift. His pleasant smile and witty phrases always pleased the customers. The Englishmen had a knack for making people feel at home and taken care of, but never feeling ignored despite the heavy flow of people.

Just when things seemed to always turn too busy their last employee for the mornings would rush inside with a flurry of apologies. Antonio, a Spaniard who seemed to never show up on time, would come in to balance the work load.

"Well here he is now! I was just telling Franny we might be overrun for sure this time!" Gilbert laughed as he handed out three orders and change. Everyone in the vicinity giggled as the cheerful but bashful Spaniard rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment.

"Ah, I thought I wouldn't make it in time this morning. Lovi almost wouldn't let me catch my train." Francis snorted but handed the brown haired man a tray of cream puffs.

"Doesn't your boy know that you have to work? Table 3 mon cher"

"Si, he does, but that never stops him." Antonio just grinned wide and hurried off to assist Arthur with the tables. Francis and Gilbert shared a grin before the flow of work took over.

2 hours passed before the crowds dispersed and the coffee house was dead. With the majority of people now at work this was the time to recoup. Francis and Arthur both leaned against the counter as Gilbert began counting the drawer he had.

"Today seemed busier don't you think?" Antonio asked as he saddled up next to his albino friend to switch drawers.

"Oui mon cher. If it keeps up like this I may have to hire one more…" Arthur stretched; ignoring the way the Frenchmen eyed him, and turned to Gilbert who just finished counting.

"How'd we do ole chap?"

"Well I'd like to see this written down, but I think we might have made our goal this week already." The foursome cheered and quickly cleaned up the morning rush and switched off.

Gilbert hopped the counter once more, after safely putting the drawer in the back, and began wiping tables down. Antonio, now on the register, started humming while Francis and Arthur took their lunch break.

"So are you going to ask your little crushes name today mi amigo?"

"Christ, not you too!" Antonio laughed as Gilbert threw a towel at him.

"Ve~ This shop is always so lively!" Antonio beamed and waved at the customer, Gilbert turning around sharply to welcome him in. He finally arrived. Feliciano Vargas.

"H-hello!""Welcome!"

The customer laughed merrily and sat down in the far corner and beamed up at Gilbert who had hurried over with an already pre-made cup of coffee and biscotti.

"Wow! You always know just what I want~ Thank you so much!"

"No problem, you know you can just ask me for anything." It's not like I memorize your order every time you come in or anything…

"You could probably ask him for something else too."
"Shut up Tonio!" The small Italian laughed as the two employees bickered, one a scarlet red and the other with a wet towel being shoved in his face. A few people wandered in and Antonio happily served them while Gilbert wandered close by the only patron sitting down.

"Is there anything else I can get for you this morning?" The small Italian beamed up, the Prussian immediately grinning back.

"I think one more cup of coffee before I leave if that is okay…"

"No problem!" Gilbert hurriedly brought back another cup, ignoring the smirk Antonio gave him, and sat the cup down but instead of leaving he waited till the Italian took a sip and once again smiled wide.

"Thank you so much Gilbert! You always bring the best coffee!" Gilbert blushed again as the Italian jumped up from his seat reaching for his wallet, but paused worriedly. "Oh no…no no no!" Panicky the Italian padded himself down. Gilbert smirked, he had forgotten his wallet huh?

"My wallet! I must have left it at home!" Feliciano started to sniff and look pleadingly up at Gilbert, hoping the waiter would magically produce it.

"Oh don't worry about it. You come in here every morning; I'll cover you this morning."

"Really!?"

Gilbert nodded, "Absolutely, but on one condition though…"

"Oh anything! I feel so bad!" The small auburn haired man sniffled again with his hands clasped in front of him. Gilbert tilted his head and hid his mouth behind his hand as if thinking, but really to cover up his large smirk.

"Why don't when you come back this evening we get a cup of coffee together? I get off early tonight and-oof" The Italian had tackled the albino mid-sentence, his small arms squeezing Gilbert tightly.

"Fantastico! Oh Grazie, I'd love to!" Lips gently pressed against both of Gilbert's cheeks as the Italian now started to gather his things for work. "I'll make sure to get off work early tonight~ Ve! I can finally talk to Gilbert again, oh! Here take this in case you get off extra early and we can meet up! I gotta run now. Grazie Gilbert! I'll see you tonight!" In a flurry the Italian dashed out of the coffee house leaving four employees in a daze, one in particular bright red and with a simple card in his hand with a name and phone number on it.

"Does that still count as him winning the bet?"
"By technicality maybe…"
"Oi! Shut up Bastards!"