Monday came around before I knew it. It had been Saturday when I woke up with no memories. Oliver had taken me out shopping that evening and then we had dinner with everyone. I spent Sunday with all of them as well, just getting to know them and such. It was oddly quiet when I went out into the living room that morning. When I saw that the tv wasn't on, I thought there might not be anyone home. Surely they worked. They would have to in order to live like they did.
However, when I went into the kitchen, I saw Matt sitting at the table with a book in his hand.
"Someone is here," I spoke in surprise.
"You thought we would leave you alone?" Matt didn't look up at me.
"I wouldn't know what to think," I shook my head. "It was just so quiet when I woke up."
He stood up, moving to heat up some pancakes that he must have made earlier.
"Oliver and Francois are at work right now. Allen had some baseball thing today, so I'm staying home with you."
"I'm sorry..." I muttered. "I must be a burden..."
"It's fine," he shrugged. "Work is work. It's not like I mind getting the day off. You aren't a problem."
He set the plate of pancakes in front of me.
"Thank you," I smiled. "Do you like your work?"
"It's a job. Oliver really enjoys it. Francois may be lazy, but he takes pride in his cooking. I don't mind helping him out."
"So is it a restaurant or something like that?" I was pretty curious.
"It's a cafe. Oliver is in charge of all the baked goods while Francois makes the food. It's a nice place, considering where we live."
"Is this not a nice area? Oh...I'm probably asking a lot of questions. I'm sorry," even still, I wanted to know all kinds of things considering I couldn't remember much at all.
"Whether the area is nice or not depends on how you look at it. For us, it's normal. I can't say how you would see it, though."
"I guess you're right," I nodded. "Does Allen work with you as well? Or is he a baseball player?"
"Allen isn't a baseball player," Matt seemed amused. "We do some jobs together outside the cafe. I can't say what that is. Honestly, I doubt you want to know."
I was confused. I honestly couldn't imagine what kind of work it could be that would stop him from telling me about it. The only possibility I could come up with was that their job must be something you had to be very secretive about. It would be best not to pry.
"I see...Is it hard working two different jobs?"
There was a strange look on his face. "You really do ask a lot of questions. Why do you want to know?"
"I'm sorry, I'm just curious. I don't know much of anything, so it makes me want to know whatever I can, I guess. But you all took me in and helped me. You're taking care of me until I can remember everything. Is it strange to want to get to know you?"
There was a surprised look on his face. "No, I guess it isn't. It's just strange to me."
I couldn't help but smile. "You stay to yourself, don't you? I'm not saying you aren't friendly, but I get that feeling."
"Yes, I do stay to myself," he replied. "Is it that obvious?"
"Well, I can easily tell because I'm like that too," I admitted. "I don't make friends easily."
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Fate's Strings (2p! Hetalia x Reader)
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