Hetalia One-Shots

UsUk : Grocery Shopping

[Reader's P.O.V.]

Some man bumps into me making the cornflakes I was holding fall out of my hands. I sigh bending down to retrieve it. I glance back angrily at the rude man who didn't even apologize. Even though I hate it, I must leave my house from time to time to at least buy some food for myself. Though I would totally be able to starve myself to death without even noticing it, as long as my WiFi still works...

I push my shopping cart and browse through the aisles. I pick up some vital necessities such as potato chips, chocolate, cookies, frozen pizza and most importantly, cupped noodles. As I stroll down the pasta aisle, I notice a little stand at the end of it. Two charming men are behind it, each with big smiles. One is rather tall with broad shoulders as the other is pretty short with a slender figure.

They hand out small samples to passing customers, trying to promote what they're selling. On the counter they're standing behind is written "New! Tea Flavors From Around The World!" I assume they're promoting tea. I push my cart forward to see better. As I was approaching, a girl passes next to them and they hold out a small cup.

"Would you like to try our tea? The flavors would make you believe you are journeying around the world!" exclaims the short salesman with a lovely smile. The tall blond leans forward and flashes the brightest grin I had ever seen. "Our tea may be from around the world, but you, you are totally out of this world!"

The girl giggles taking a plastic cup and pursues her shopping. The small man scowls and stomps his foot. The other jumps up and takes one foot in his hands, balancing on the other.

"OW!"

"You are not permitted to flirt with the customers!" reminds his messy haired coworker. "Now stand up straight, you're making a scene..." The tall man does as he was told and looks away from his friend. "And whose fault is that," murmurs the man. "Pardon me?" He flinches and nervously chuckles. "Nothing! Just...talking to myself!"

I warily approach the two strange men and scan the tea cups laid on the counter.

"Good day! Would you like to try one of our teas?" asks the shorter man. His voice startles me and I look up nervously. I read on his shirt his name, Arthur Kirkland. I glance back to his coworker. Alfred Jones. Nodding my head, I point to one of the cups. "This one please."

"Of course! Here you are! Straight from Mumbai!" beams Alfred, handing me the small cup. I taste the beverage and pleasantly nod. It was actually really good.

"Whaddaya think?"

"Does it please you?" questions Arthur, sticking his elbow in the other's ribs. I ignore their quarreling and smile. "Yes! It's really good, thank you!" Both smile sweetly with content on their faces. "Thank you. Please make sure to take a box if you are satisfied," voices the green-eyed salesman. I nod and take the box Alfred was handing out to me.

I put it in my cart and smile back as I leave. Alfred's face shone like a child's and he beams joyfully, "Tea you later!" Arthur stares, bewildered. He then smacks Alfred on the back of his head. "You git! That was awful! Please refrain from ever talking again unless it is absolutely necessary," scolds Arthur, annoyed.

I stand still for a couple seconds, observing the scenes. I then hurriedly push my cart away biting my lip. I had to stop myself from bursting into laughter where they could see me. That was possibly the cutest, silliest, stupidest thing I had ever seen. What a strange duo.