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I hate cafes like this! Germany x Reader

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I continued to walk on as I grumbled quietly to myself. 'What assholes some guys could be.' I could almost feel the frustration squiggles above my hooded head. I thought about it again. 'How could three different guys mistake me for a guy?' Yeah it was true I did dress for comfort and some of the girl clothes weren't comfortable at all. Guys clothes were perfect, not like I didn't wear any women's clothing or anything. I did, but most of the time I was just too lazy. Like today, I wore a large hoody over my spagetti strapped shirt, jeans and converse. Nothing at all out of the ordinary for me. I had my longish hair pulled up in a tight bun under my hooded head.
'I had a feminine looking body' I thought. I brushed it off before I could feel anymore self conscious about myself. 'It's your brother's hoody, don't worry about it.' My brother was a lot bigger than I, so I felt a little better. But seriously!!! Not one, not two but three different guys mistaken me for a small man. I shook my head again dismissing the irritating thought. Today was just not my day. A strange but familiar sound came from my abdomen. I chuckled at the sound that reminded me of a dying or injured whale. My hunger was pushed to the front of my mind and I was suddenly ravenous. My stomach grumbled again, but this time louder. I laughed. My irritation had been so great that I had completely forgotten my hunger.
"Don't worry," I patted my stomach. "I'll go to the first place I see that serves food." And as if it had a mind of it's own, it stopped. Content to know that food was on the way soon. I continued down the street and turned a corner to find that the second door down was a little café. I sighed in relief and grinned. I skipped down the street toward the door and stopped in front of it. My stomach began to grumble again. "Hold on just a minute or two." I giggled as I spoke to my stomach again. My hand gripped onto the cold metal handle of the door and opened it. I barely took a step inside when I heard a deep masculine voice yelling at me.
"Velcome of to ze Café Du pay. You're late and vill be treated with contempt!!!!" I was startled and taken aback.
"What?" I asked confused. 'Late? How was I late??' I looked up at the large man. I guessed he was German by the accent. He wore an olive green army uniform and matching cap. Under his unbuttoned jacket was a black wife-beater and he wore black gloves on his hands. He seemed extremely annoyed for no apparent reason.
"Sit!" He barked the order at me. I jumped in surprise. 'What the hell was this guy's problem?' I sat down at a near by table, though I was extremely annoyed. This guy just killed my good mood. Today was not my day, was it?
"Today's Menu includes canned lamb, dry crackers, bulvarian beer, cheese soup, unt jello." My eyebrows pulled together, 'Canned Lamb and Bulvarian beer?? What the hell kind of cafe was this??' "No repeating, You vill remember what I said."
"How the hell am I suppose to remember that??" I shot out of my chair. 'Seriously what was this guy's problem?'
"Don't talk back to your superior, I vill make you do ten push ups next time." I huffed and fell back into my chair. I decided not to push him, I could tell he was serious. Like no sense of humor serious. And I really really was not in the mood to be forced to do push ups.
"Fine." I grumbled and sighed.  He stood there, I assumed he was waiting for my order. I became thoughtful for a moment. "I guess I'll have jello."  
"No you must be sure! No 'I guess.'"
"Fine, I'll have jello!" I growled. He nodded then disappeared. I crossed my arms and leaned back in my chair. 'Nope not my day at all!' I shut my eyes leaning my head back and took a cleansing breath through my nose and let it out my mouth. I slowly opened my eyes and leaning my head forward again. He stomped out of the kitchen with a plate of jiggy green jello in hand. He slammed it on the table. I looked at him then at the jello. "Geez." I mumbled to myself. I picked up a spoon and scooped up a spoonful of the jello. I popped it into my mouth and smiled a tiny smile. 'Watermelon and...bannana????'. Odd, but it was good. I got another spoonful and happily shoved it in my mouth.
"You've only got fifteen minutes to eat. If you can't can finish vithin the time limit, I vill kill you." I was swallowing when he said this and choked on the jello. I luckily got it down but continued to cough. I looked up at him, he was staring down at a stopwatch. 'AW Hell No!' That was it. When you messed with my food that was it.
"Who the hell do you think you are?!" I stood up and stared him directly in the eyes. He towered over me, which was intimidating but I could really care less at the moment. This was seriously the last straw. He gawked at me. "I can take as long as I want to eat."
"Vhat did I tell you about talking back?!? Ten push ups and Five Laps around ze café now!!" He barked.
"NO!" I wasn't usually this rebellious and angry, but I was hungry and I had just had it today. His eyebrows rose in anger.
"Now you listen to me! You vill do vhat I say now!" He pushed my chest. My mouth fell open and my face turned bright red. 'What the hell!? What a perv!' "It looks like you might need the exercise as vell." He touched my boobs again. "Your chest is too soft. A man shouldn't have a soft chest." My face was red with chagrin.
"Get Your Hands Off Me!!!" I slapped his hand as hard as I could. "You Pervert!!" I screamed at him. He was suddenly perplexed. I ripped off my hoodie and threw it across the cafe.
"Do I look like a Man to you!?!?!?!" I screamed. I tugged at the hair tie in my hair and pulled it out. My hair fell around my face. His face turned red and he looked at me then away at the floor. "Do I look like a man to you?!?!" I asked him again.
"Uhhh..." Was all I heard from him.
"Uggh!" I sat down in the chair again and slammed my face on the table. I ignored the headache coming on and wrapped my arms around my face. Today was one of the worst days of my life and to top it off... I started to cry. Four different guys called me a guy, I was starving, I woke up late today, missed the bus, then late for class, left my homework at home, left my house keys in the car, left my car keys in the car and my cellphone... and oh yeah I just started the most wonderful time of the month. So extra emotion, just for me. 'Yay!' I shouted sarcastically in my mind.
"Hey... I'm very sorry. I didn't know." I threw my head up to look at him.
"Exactly you didn't know, You don't know who I am or what kind of day I've had." I growled at him. I quickly wiped the tears from my face with the back of my hand. He looked a little guilty and upset. "I'll tell you what kind of day I've had. I got up late this morning and missed the public bus. So I had to drive to school and I have like no money for gas right now. I was late for class again and this is my second warning, one more and I get kicked out of class. I forgot my homework for class at home. After class I go to my car and can't open it, because I left the car keys in the car. I can't go home because my house keys are inside the car right next to the car keys. And I can't call anyone because my cell phone is in the passenger
seat of my car next to my car and house keys. Other then you, three different guys have mistaken me for a guy today. But you're the only one whose tried to grabbed my boob. I come in here because I'm starving and I haven't eaten anything since yesterday at..." I thought for a moment. " at six." I remembered. "And you started yelling at me for no reason and scare the shit out of me. Then threaten to kill me and then sexually harass me. And to top that off I'm on my period, I'm extra emotional and everything just sucks!" I slammed my head on the table again. "And now I have a monster headache and cramps!! And I'm still hungry!" I sobbed into the table. I heard the wooden floor creak as feet moved across the floor.
I felt a hand on my back, hesitantly patting it.
"I'm r-really am sorry frau." His deep voice held nothing but regret and sympathy. I looked up at him. His expression matched his tone exactly. I sighed and wiped my tears away again.
"It's alright." I mumbled embarrassed. I had just cried in front of a complete stranger, I didn't like to cry in front of my family. I felt my cheeks heat up and I hid my face again. Suddenly the presence behind me was gone, I peered out and saw that he had disappeared. I shivered, it was getting cold. I got up and walked over to the other side of the café and grabbed my sweatshirt. I slipped back into it and sat back down at the table. The large German man returned, from wherever he had gone, with a slice of ... what seemed to be some sort of cake. I couldn't tell, it had kind of fallen apart. But whatever it was, it looked delicious. I gazed at him curiously as he set the small plate in front of me.
"I know zat zis is not much of an apology but please take it." I blinked in surprise, then looked back down at the cake. It smelled amazing, it was warm and sweet. He handed me a small fork and I hesitantly took it. As I stuck my fork into the cake, he disappeared again. I popped the cake into my mouth and swallowed. My eyes widened as I looked down at the cake. It was... I didn't even know how to describe it. It was the best cake I had ever eaten. It wasn't too sweet, it wasn't too dry or wet. It was perfect.
"Wow." I shoved another piece into my mouth. A clear glass full of a white liquid was placed in front of me. "Thanks." I managed to get out between mouthfuls. I took the glass and drank nearly half the milk. The tall man stood awkwardly off to the side of the table. I looked up at him curiously. "Why don't you sit down? Take a little break."
"Nein(No), I'm fine." He politely declined, his cheeks were a light pink.
"Come on, you must be a little tired. Yelling at people all day that's got to be exhausting." I teased, he blushed. "Come on." I pulled out a chair and patted the seat. "Sit." I smiled. Mood swings, you gotta love them. It's also amazing how fast good food can change a woman's mood, a complete 180.
"Vell alright." He finally agreed then awkwardly sat down. We, well I, started talking. It was really nice, he actually listened. I found out his name was Germany, odd name but I didn't say anything. He didn't say much, but we he did, it was heartfelt and honest. I smiled at him.
"Thanks for listening to me." I blushed and looked down at my plate, only tiny crumbs remained.
"My p-pleasure." He stuttered, his cheeks became flushed. He was actually a really nice guy, I was starting to like... maybe a little more than like him. I looked at the clock, it was getting late. I had homework I needed to do for tomorrow's class.
"I have to go." I mumbled. I stood up and reached into my pocket. I pulled out a ten and handed it to him. He shook his head and pushed my hand away.
"Don't vorry about it." I offered it to him again.
"Please take it." But again he refused the money. He stood up and pushed my hand away.
"Nein, don't vorry. Please keep it." A smile formed on my face.
"The woman who has you is a lucky one." This guy had to have a girlfriend and, whoever she was, was pretty damn lucky. He looked at me curiously.
"Vhy vould you think I have a frau(woman)??" I pushed a loose strand of hair behind my ear and looked at the ground. I remembered he had told me that meant woman. My face was hot.
"Well umm I guess because you're a really nice guy even though you're intimidating."
"Oh." There was a pause, an awkward one at that. "Vell I don't have a frau."
"Oh." I smiled on the inside. "Well I should go and thanks again for everything." I walked to the door and opened it. It took a minute to realize it was raining. "Oh shit!" I remembered that Germany had called a locksmith to open my car. I took off running when I slipped and fell in a puddle. I was soaked. "Oh great."
"Hey _______ are you okay??" I heard Germany's deep voice call out. He was jogging out to me and pulling off his jacket. "Here." He wrapped his jacket around me. I blushed.
"Thanks." Then he walked with me to my car, where a locksmith truck was waiting for us. The guy had been waiting there like two hours for me. I was about to pay him, when Germany went ahead and paid him. I got inside my toasty warm car, a little Volkswagen, when Germany started to leave. "Hey, where you going? Get in." Did he seriously think I was going to let him walk back in the rain after he paid for the locksmith? He looked at me confused. "Get in. I'm not letting you walk back in the rain without a jacket." It looked like he sighed then walked over to the passenger side of the car. We drove in silence back to the little café. With a flick of the wrist the engine shut off, I began to play with the keys in my hand. "Thank you for paying the locksmith."
"It was my pleasure, don't vorry about it."
"Is there anyway I can repay you?"
"Ja." I looked at him, his cheeks were red.
"How?"
"I'd like to see you again sometime." I smiled. I grabbed a pen and his hand.
"Here's my cellphone number and my house number." I quickly scribbled the numbers down in his large palm. "And here's your jac-"
"Keep it for now. I have a spare in ze café." He gave me a tiny smile. The passenger door opened, my heart was beating faster. I didn't want him to leave.
"Wait..." I whispered. He stopped and looked at me curiously. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I felt my lips hit his warm skin on his cheek. "Thank you for everything. You really made my day." I smiled shyly at him. He turned bright red and was sort of smiling.
"I-I'm glad you f-feel better n-now." He stuttered. Then he climbed out of the car. Right before he entered the café, he turned and smiled at me one last time before I forced myself to leave. I hesitantly drove away.
"Well that was a weird way to get a date." I thought aloud to myself. Maybe these kind of cafés aren't so bad after all.
I was thinking of doing a series of this, but am not sure. Oh and I hope I got the name of the cafe right, if not sorry. I spent like half an hour trying to figure out what the heck he was saying, without much success. :boing: Anyways hope you enjoyed the story.

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LOL! I found Germany's reaction of realizing his mistake just hilarious! LOL! Also, I dress for comfort, too.