This is what I get for listening to music, well here is the starting of what will hopefully be something good. I hope you enjoy it.

Chance meeting

A petite looking blond glanced over at a small calendar that hung carelessly on a cream colored wall. "It is July, 6th sir," his soft voice said to a customer. The sun burnt balding man gave a curt nod and then sent the waiter away with a wave. It was a quiet day at the small cafe that Matthew Williams worked in. It was a bit surprising but the Canadian assumed that the normal customers were off on some adventure due to the fourth of July.

Heaving a soft sigh the blond ducked back into the kitchen, the air was filled with smoke. "D-Did Arthur try to cook again?" he coughed, his hands waved in front of his own face trying to disperse the choking black smoke. He heard a halfhearted answer of yes. Giggling softly he began to open the few windows that were in the back. "Francis should learn the keep Arthur back in his office, he may burn down the whole place someday!" His comments were met with a few laughs and one growl. Oh no! Is Arthur still here in this smoke? "U-Um, Sorry sir!" he said quickly before running back out to the front.

Brushing off his black uniform pants he quickly forced a smile over his pink lips. Apparently it was pleasing to the customer to smile at them when you work. Matthew never fully understood it but there were quit a few things that confused him. What was one more on the list? Accompanying his black pants was a white t-shirt, also standard issue of this certain cafe. A white apron topped off the outfit. It made the Canadian feel like a girl at the best of times, especially when people did mistake him for one. His blond hair was a little curly and reached his thin shoulders with one fly away curl in front of his face, he kind of understood how people would think it was a girlish style. But still, it was hard not to growl and roll his violet eyes whenever someone referred to him as a she.

A soft bell drew him out of his thoughts, the front door swung open and the dry heat of the outdoors invaded the air-conditioned room. They had been in a heatwave for a few weeks now there was still no sign of rain. "You can pick where you sit," Matthew called to whoever walked through the door. The sound of boots scuffing across the floor filled the almost empty room, then a thud replaced the soft sounds. Matthew sighed a little and peeked into the back his eyes seeking a certain brunette. Sadly Elizaveta was hiding somewhere...again. Which stuck Matthew with waiting on all the tables for now. Holding back a sigh he picked up a menu and turned to look for whoever walked in.

Matthew's eyes rested on a boy that looked to be about a year or two older then himself. The stranger was sitting in a booth that was facing him so he could easily study his fair features. His elbow was on the table, so clearly he had little manners, and his chin was resting on his open palm. Wheat blond hair graced his head a silly cowlick stuck straight up from his bangs. Behind a pair of square framed glasses were two dazzling sky blue eyes. His skin had been kissed by the sun but was not the red one would expect to see in the summer. The Canadian's eyes trailed lower but stopped at the green Army uniform that adorned his skin. The poor boy... he thought. He must have been chosen for the draft. The Vietnam War had claimed a few of Matthew's older friends already, the 17 year old did not understand why they would use the draft. Or why they were even in this war! But he kept his questions and opinions to himself, kept his head down, and worked as hard as he could.

Taking a breath he walked over to the boy. He noticed the others blue eyes dart nervously towards him. He must be waiting for the bus, does he not know that it is not due here for a few more hours at least? Pushing all of his thoughts aside he focused on the American and gave him the sweetest smile he could to try and reassure him. "Here is your menu sir," he said before placing the flimsy thing in front of him. "My name is Matthew, if you need anything just let me know and I will help you."

Those blue eyes seemed to look through him as he spoke, which he was use to. He had been told more then a few times that he blended in with the furniture. The Canadian was about the back away before he was embarrassed when the other spoke. "Would...would you sit with me Matthew?" a strong southern accent caressed the words as they left the others mouth. Matthew was faced with a pair of now shining blue eyes he did not know what to say at first. "I am feeling a little down right now and would really like someone to talk to," he continued quickly.

Matthew hesitated before looking towards the back door for a moment but no one else was there. The Canadian could not help but feel sorry for the other, he was here all alone waiting to go off to join the army. "I have to work right now," he whispered, looking back into his beautiful eyes. "But my shift ends in an hour and I know a place we can go and talk," he said reassuringly.

The American's face lit up with happiness and he nodded at Matthew. "Okay! Oh my name is Alfred by the way. Alfred F. Jones!" His free hand reached out so they could shake.

Chuckling a little Matthew took his hand, "It is nice to meet you Alfred, as I said my name is Matthew, Matthew Williams and I still need to take your order."

Alfred paused and seemed to flail in his mind for a moment, "I just want a Coke for now," he finally managed after giving him the 'deer in the headlights' look. A soft smile brightened Matthew's features, with a small nod he went to fill the order.

Time is a very funny thing. When you have plans it does one of two things, it either seems to pass by very slowly or it zooms by in the blink of an eye. Right now, time should have a speed limit. The last hour of Matthew's work just seemed to fly past unnoticed. The cafe had grown quit busy after Alfred had arrived. Elizaveta had to come out of hiding and actually work with Matthew. The Canadian had refilled Alfred's glass a time or two as the hour went on, he smiled widely at him each time and they shared a few words before the younger was swept away by work.

Matthew slipped into the back when his shift finally ended. He slipped off his apron and placed it gently into the small backpack he had with him. Grasping the pack tightly he prepared himself for the war zone he was about to go through. When he was ready he slipped into the kitchen, weaving between people he soon reached Francis, their head cook. "I am going home Papa," his quiet voice informed the French man.

"I will be there soon Matthieu," Francis smiled over at him his own light blond hair was pulled back into a ponytail at the moment. But a few strands had escaped the evil hairband and framed his sharp cut face. There was some stubble on his chin, Arthur probably yelled at him about that already today. Yet Francis never got rid of it sometimes Matthew wondered if he just wanted to get yelled at by the angry Brit that ran this place. Francis had blue eyes as well, but they were seemed to be a watered down blue. Not like the bright blue that Alfred's were.

Matthew pressed chaste kisses to both of his Papa's cheeks, "I will cook dinner tonight," he promised before he hurried out of the back. Francis Bonnefoy was not really Matthew's father. In fact Matthew did not even know who his biological parents were. The Frenchman who raised him had found him in a thin cardboard box, covered in nothing more then a cloth diaper and a small blue blanket. There had been a note on the side of the box but Francis never told Matthew about it. The only other thing that was in the cramped space was a stuffed polar bear toy. Matthew still had that toy to this day, for some reason he could never give up Kumajiro.

Matthew stood by the door leading out to the main floor for a moment or two, gathering all of the courage and pushing out all of the memories that were assaulting him. When he was ready he strode over to where Alfred still sat. "Ready?" he whispered, surprising the daydreaming boy.

Alfred's eyes looked up at him surprise shining in them before he visibly relaxed a light smile spreading the corners of his lips, "Yep! I just need to pay..." Matthew shook his head when he started to say that. He did not want to tell him, but he had payed for his drinks before he had slipped into the back.

"It's on the house," he assured him before holding his hand out to him. "Just come with me."

Alfred's smile grew, he grabbed the duffel bag from his seat before he slipped his hand into the others soft hand. "I am all yours Matthew," he chuckled.

Well there we go, Chapter one is down! Review and I will try to put up another chapter quickly, motivation helps a lot though. And please, do not spare me in your reviews. Rip my heart out with your criticism if you must!

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