Je T'aime, Vögelchen

Chapter 6

The pub was usually loud, especially at night. Alfred was new, so he still had yet to get used to it. His job was simple: take orders, and make them. Sometimes, he was told to clean the glasses or plates. Fights would happen at the pub all the time. Some about loosing in a game of pool, someone making fun of another, or simply because they were drunk.

Alfred stood behind the bar, cleaning one of the glasses that had been filled with liquor. After, he set the glass where the others lied, then walked out. A man with blonde hair, emerald green eyes, and massive eyebrows came to him, crossing his arms.

"Leaving so soon, Jones?" He asked. Alfred turned around, recognizing the voice.

"Ah-..Arthur. Hey. So, yeah. I'm leaving for the night, dude."

"Did you clean the dishes? Dry them, take orders without no screw ups? Remember, I'm here to help you."

Arthur was sometimes nice to him, that is if Alfred doesn't say anything to piss him off.

"Yes. I did it. You gentlemen are so strict.." Arthur let out a snort.

"Because some Americans are total wankers and we must keep an eye out."

Alfred crossed his arms. "What the hell are you talking about? Are you calling me an idiot?"

"No. Just saying you could be one." He smirked.

"Listen, Kirkland. Maybe I should pick on one of you Brits! Those sandwiches you brought, tasted like shit." Arthur took offense.

"Excuse you, I believe that there's nothing wrong with my cooking. It's quite decent. It's not like you could do any better."

"How would you know? You never tasted my food. Quit being so critical."

"Me? Critical? You have to be joking. I only speak-"

"Sacré bleu! What the hell is going on!"

Arthur and Alfred then turned around, seeing their French boss, Francis Bonnefoy.

"Ah- Mr.Bonnefoy! We were just-" Arthur looked around, a bit startled.

"I started it, Dude." Alfred stepped in. Arthur looked at him, wondering why Alfred was doing what he was doing. Francis looked a Alfred, a bit confused.

"I started talking bad about his cooking and we started fighting. My apology."

Francis sighed. "Listen, I understand that this is your first day, monsieur Alfred. But you cannot pick on the others. If I see that again, you're fired."

Alfred stopped talking, looking away. Francis then left, walking into a room and closed the door behind him. Arthur looked over, giving Alfred a look.

"Why the bloody hell did you do that?" He asked. Alfred looked at him, his face no longer nice.

"Because. I'm showing you I'm not an idiot.." He walked out, slamming the door behind him. Arthur stood there, staring after him.