Heart Themed Canvas [UsUk]

The Worst Coffee Ever

And for the sake of this story, let's pretend that the barista gives someone their order at their table, okay?

If Alfred knew that he was going to spend about forty minutes every day sitting in a coffee shop and drinking the worst coffee ever created then he probably wouldn't have answered his phone. Maybe.

It had all started one bad morning months ago. Alfred had woken up with a hangover- it was all Francis's fault for dragging him to a party the night before which he strangely had no recollection of whatsoever- and he had accidentally knocked his last tin of coffee to the ground when he made a grab for it. He didn't even have time to mourn for the loss of his hangover salvation when the shrill sound of his ringtone- ugh, why did he have to set up the volume so fucking high- rang throughout his apartment. After stumbling his way over to his desk (he refused to acknowledge that he tripped on a pair of boxers he was pretty sure magically appeared just to mess with him) and fumbling with the touch screen, Feliciano's cheerful voice resounded loudly in Alfred's ears, making him wince when the throbbing of his headache spiked up.

"Whoa there Feli, slow down!" Alfred groaned at the speed his friend was talking, rubbing his temple with his free hand. His head felt like it was going to explode. "Not everyone's a morning person, 'specially after last night."

He could hear Feliciano chuckle sheepishly before talking again, this time, much to Alfred's relief, clearly and slowly. "Scusi mi, I always forget that you're not good with hangovers. Anyways, fratello and me were planning on watching a movie with everyone tonight and we wanted to know if you could come!"

"Which movie?" He asked, a bit of a slur in his voice. He really needed some painkillers right now. Or coffee. Yeah, he needed coffee.

"It's a surprise!" Feliciano sang. "If you come, you'll know!"

"I don't know Feli..." Alfred mumbled," My head's killing me right now and I'm outta coffee-"

"But you're never out of coffee!"

"'s a long story..."

"Hmmm," Feliciano hummed for a few seconds before responding," There's a coffee shop that opened up a few weeks ago where you live. Why not go there?"

"There is? Dude, why didn't you tell me this sooner?" He whined, already making his way to his bedroom to grab a fresh set of clothes and his keys. "I could've been there already!"

Feliciano chuckled nervously, though that might have been Alfred imagining things. "I must have forgotten! It's right in front of that really tall building, the one Ludwig's brother works in!" Alfred had a vague recollection of where the building was. Feliciano had casually pointed it out one day when the two had passed it, saying that Ludwig's older brother- what was his name again? It was either Gib or Gil, something like that- worked there as VP for whatever it was they did there. It was only three blocks away from him then. Good.

"You're a lifesaver Feli." By this time Alfred had put his phone on speaker to strip himself of last night's clothes- he didn't question the unknown stains- and dressed in his favorite Captain America T-shirt and loose pair of jeans. He slid into the bomber jacket his grandfather had given to him for his eighteenth birthday- secretly, Alfred enjoyed the jacket far more than the money his parents had given him- as he slipped his shoes on.

"You're welcome! Oh, and I'll go ahead and tell Lovi that you'll be coming. Just drop by our flat around eight. And bring buttered popcorn!"

"Wait, I never agreed I would-"

"Ciao Alfred! See you later!" With that, Feliciano hung up. Alfred shrugged it off and stuffed his phone and wallet into his jeans before making his way to the door. His head was still throbbing but it was much more manageable now that Alfred knew he would be drinking some coffee soon.