Sugar on Coffee ~Caelo (EnglandxOC) Hetalia Fanfiction

Chapter I

Welcome to Sugar on Coffee, SoC for short. This is my first Hetalia fanfic, please be gentle.

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Where are you?

Near.

That's not what I meant!

About three minutes.

Why do I feel like you're taking your time? -_-

Hoho, do you have ESP? =w=

Just hurry up, pls.

I sigh thru my nose, waiting for her reply. I impatiently tap on the table and look out the window. What's taking her so long? She was supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago! Is she doing this on purpose?

"Excuse me, may we share?" I look up and a blonde guy holding his cup of coffee with his other hand on the chair in front of me, hoping that I would accept. "There are no other seats." He added, scratching the back of his head sheepishly.

I blinked, and I answered without even thinking twice. "Sure." He sat down and took a sip of his drink.

Only then did I ever notice he looks really cute. I constantly looked outside to avoid myself from staring at him but I would glance at him, our eyes meeting at some point. It never lasted since we got back to our business. We sat down for a while till he cleared his throat.

"I'm Arthur. Nice to meet you, may I ask for your name?"

"Camille," I responded, smiling and he too, smiled. I mentally squealed and kicked myself.  "So, what's your story?" I ask as he takes another sip from his cup.

"Nothing much, meeting a friend is all. He's taking quite his time."

"Join the club. She said that she'd arrive in a few. But did she? Noo." He chuckled, which elevated to a laugh that we both shared.

"We agreed that if one of us is late, we'd go ahead."

"Well, my friend is often late by a minute or two. But it's past that and she should be here, somewhere." I mumbled.

"And she is." We turn our heads and arrive to see my friend, Chelsea. "You guys laugh like a friggin' couple, y'know." I felt blood and heat rushing towards my face then looked away. At the corner of my eye, Arthur's cheeks also flushed. She simply chuckled, noticing the embarrassment of Arthur and I. "I'm Chelsea, by the way."

"Arthur."

She turns to me. "So, how long have you been waiting?"

"Did you not bother to check the time?" I sighed out.

"Pfft. Whatever. Don't blame me. Blame the girls who take too long in the toilet." She defended herself and raised her hands. Bull. She pulled a chair and sat down with us.

We talked for a few minutes, discussing about this and that, until Arthur glanced at his watch and his eyes widened. "I have to go." He said, scurrying to get his jacket and stood to leave, but hesitated to do so. He faces us and wondered out loud, "Will we ever meet again?"

"Of course we will!" With that, he pulled off a smile then hurried off.

Chelsea continues to wave then exclaims, "He has the uke sense in him. I can feel it!" I immediately turned to her then slapped her arm but she just laughed. "We should go too, it's about to start."

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Three days later, 1 PM circa.

I look at my right and my left, suspecting anyone in sight. Secure that no one will find me (hopefully), and snuck in the stock room. It's my break anyway. Still, with Chelsea's senses and 'cause she knows that I always do this during break, I make sure she's not around. I look around, looking for a small snack. My eye catches a glimpse of the word that starts with a 'Ch', I immediately head to that box and snicker. Hoho, chocolate.