USUK- I love you more than Nutella

Smothering people with yaoi and then

     It was Tuesday. Again. Arthur was working (tapping at your phone is not working Arthur) when a certain American and his friends came in. The American was laughing  gently.  And wow, what a beautiful laugh. Arthur blinked a little and went back to scrolling through Tumblr. 

    "Please buy it Alfred! It's my last one!" Elizaveta begged. Alfred laughed softly and gave in, "Okay Eliza, don't know what I'll do with it though."

     The Hungarian snorted, "You're gay and it's yaoi, you'll figure out something."

     Alfred smiled a little, "Yeah-"

      "And you've been buying them  since freshman year."

      A gasp spread throughout the friends. Gilbert was the first to speak, "You buy that stuff from Eliza?!"

      Alfred shrugged. "If it keeps her happy and keeps her frying pan away from me, then I don't care."

      "Do you actually read it?"

      "Well yeah."

     "Ew."

     "How dare you speak that way about my yaoi?!" Eliza yelled, beginning to beat Gilbert with her portable frying pan (now only $4.99)

     "LOVE YAOI! YAOI IS LIFE!"

     "Ow! I hate yaoi! I am the straightest man alive!" (Somewhere in the distance, Matthew rolled his eyes)

     "That's a lie! You're so gay! You fell out of the gay tree and hit every gay branch on the way down and fell into a gay pond!"

     "I am not gay!"

     "Then read it!"

    Eliza was currently trying to smother him with the magazine. Alfred seemed to ignore the situation and wandered up to the counter, "No freebie this time. I'm paying. I'll get a venti java chip frappuccino."

     Ivan announced his order with a look in his eye that said, 'If you don't make me this, I'll kill you' "Small pumpkin spice latte."

     Gilbert stated his order, still being smothered, "MMMFGMFFMFM!"

     "Two cake pops," Alfred clarified. Arthur nodded a little, still figuring out how he would make a pumpkin spice latte in March.

      "A peppermint hot chocolate," Eliza said, grinning at Arthur. He nodded a bit, tapping orders into the machine. He turned around, met with the other small worker. She stormed over to the counter, stomping her heel down. Ivan froze, ready to be met with yelling about arranged marriage and whatnot. Alfred, although a bad boy, loved his friends and had a serious hero complex. 

     "Natalia," he said softly, getting his face closer to hers. "You're a bit of mess today darling, have you been getting enough sleep?"

     Hell... Hell was about to break loose. Like seriously, you don't stop Natalia from talking to her brother about arranged marriage. It's just one of those things you don't do. To Ivan's surprise, and relief, Natalia blushed. She actually blushed.

     "N-No..." she let out a breath. "Two or so hours a night."

     Alfred chuckled, kissing her cheek. "You should go home and get some rest darling."

       The girl nodded and scurried away, throwing her apron at Arthur. He sighed and began getting the order together, finally having it on the counter. Ivan turned to Alfred and said, "I can't thank you enough."

     Alfred nodded a bit and took their drinks, paying for it. "Keep the change Iggy."

     Eliza stopped hitting Gilbert with the frying pan momentarily. "Did you just call him Iggy?"

     Gilbert's eyes were wide. "I haven't heard you call anyone that since... since then." Nobody talks about then. Ivan shook his head, "You haven't called anyone Iggy since... then."

       Alfred laughed a little. "It just slipped." He shrugged it off like it was nothing. Arthur would find out later. He would. He plans to. He might... he doesn't even know.

 BUT HE WILL... PROBABLY