Five Nights at Cafe Hetaloid

Chapter 1

        A knock on the door had signified that the morning paper had arrived yet again. A platinum blond female bounded to the door, her ice blue eyes still showing how tired she was. She scooped up the paper and headed back to her living room. The young woman sipped her cup of coffee as she immediately flipped to the "Help Wanted" section. While scanning the page, she noticed an ad for a night watch at a place called Cafe Hetaloid. She reviewed the job description and decided to give the owner a call to see if she could land an interview. The phone rang once, twice, and then a third time.

        "Hello?" a male voice said from the other line.

        "Hello. Am I by any chance talking to a Mr. Drake?" the girl asked.

        "Yes, this is him. How may I help you?"

        "I was looking through the morning paper and I just so happened to notice that you had an ad in there for a night watch. I was wondering if the job was still up for grabs."

        "Yes, it is. Are you free to be interviewed today Miss..."

        "Smith. And yes, I am," she said as she practically smiled with her new found happiness.

        "Good. How about we meet at Cafe Hetaloid in about half an hour to discuss it?"

        "Sounds good to me, Mr. Drake. See you then!"

        "Good-bye Miss Smith."

        The line went dead. Miss Smith jumped off of the couch and ran up to her room screaming yes over and over again. This was definitely going to be a good day for her. She rummaged through her dresser and decided to wear a simple white t-shirt with a pair of khakis and a pair of black flats. Miss Smith didn't want to overly dress for her interview, but she didn't want to under dress either. She skipped off to her bathroom to brush her hair and teeth again. Miss Smith then rushed down the stairs, grabbed her car keys, and headed straight for the cafe.

        Whilst getting out of her car in front of the cafe, Miss Smith looked around to take in her surroundings. Not many people were walking around despite the time of day. That's when she noticed a certain brown haired, green eyed boy from her childhood.

        "Vincent?" she asked with a hint of shock in her voice.

        "Anastasia? Is that really you?" Vincent ran over to her and embraced her in a long awaited hug.

        "What are you doing here? I haven't seen you in at least five years! How was Europe?" Anastasia asked him.

        "Europe was wonderful! Although, the food in France was rather odd. I don't think that I would ever eat boudin noir again..." he said, looking down at his shoe and remembering how weird it tasted to him.

        "What exactly is "boudin noir"?" she asked curiously.

        "It's blood sausage. Anyway, to answer your first question, I am here for a business meeting. What about you?"

        "Same. I'm here for an interview with the owner of Cafe Hetaloid to see if I can be the night guard!" she said extremely happy.

        Vincent froze. He looked at her and then to his phone and then to Cafe Hetaloid. Anastasia looked at him with worry. Had she said something to upset him? No, she couldn't have. 'Unless he... No that can't be possible,' She thought. Vincent snapped out of his trance and grabbed her shoulders.

        "YOU WERE THE ONE I TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?!" they both shouted simultaneously. The both of them took a moment to calm down from their little outburst and to look around to see if they had drawn any attention to themselves. Nope. Looks like no one saw.

        "Apparently we did talk to each other this morning. So, "Miss Smith", shall we go inside and discuss your new job?" Vincent inquired.

        "Wait, you mean I have the job?!" Anastasia nearly shouted, but decided not to due to the people walking across the street.

        "Well, you are my best friend and I do fully trust you. So, why not? Are you implying that you don't want the job anymore?"

        "NO! I mean, no Vincent. I do want the job. Let's just go inside already."

        With that said and done, the two best friends headed inside Cafe Hetaloid and began their discussion. They both looked around the place after Vincent had turned on the lights. The floor was made out of oak wood and the walls were a light blue. Posters from when the place first opened littered the walls as well. Beautifully hand crafted mahogany tables with dust covered white table clothes were scattered around the main room. Booths were lined up around the outskirts of it. The bar-like area had its bar stools in plastic slip covers to keep the upholstery in good condition. Anastasia's eyes instantly wondered to the stage where three of the Hetaloids were kept. Her happy expression changed to one of confusion. 'What the...'

        "Hey Vincent. What's with the Hetaloids?" she asked out of the blue.

        "What do you mean?" Vincent quirked an eyebrow.

        "I mean they don't look like the actual Hetalia characters. Aren't they supposed to look like Canada, England, and France? If so, then why is England's hair a strawberry blond instead of just blond? And why does Canada look like he just came from the woods? Why does France look like he couldn't care less about love and what not?"

        "Whoa, Anastasia! Cool it with the questions! I'll tell you, but you have to chill first," Vincent said while leaning away slightly and putting his hands up in defense. Anastasia took a deep breath to calm down and when he thought she was calm enough he began to explain. "Okay, to start off, these Hetaloids aren't like the original Hetalia or Hetaloid characters. They are their 2p!s, or Second Players. They don't behave the same way that the originals do. For example, the 2p! England Hetaloid is much better at cooking than is 1p! Hetaloid is," he paused.

        "Alright. So let me get this straight," Anastasia said, "So the 2p! England Hetaloid is good at cooking, hates cursing, and is cheerful. The 2p! Canada Hetaloid is not as shy as his 1p! Hetaloid, will yell and what not, and is more of an outdoors man than his 1p! Hetaloid. And finally, the 2p! France Hetaloid doesn't care at all about love and is more for lust and that kind of junk, loves to smoke, and pretty much has the whole 'I don't care about anything' attitude. Am I right?" she finished.

        Vincent gave her a thumbs up. "Spot on!"

        "Okay. I have one more question before we go into depth on my job. What's behind that curtain?"

~Author's Note~

Hello, and thank you for taking the time to read the first chapter of my story! I hope you enjoyed it so far. What could possibly be behind that curtain? I'm so sorry about the cliff hanger. I should be ashamed of myself... Also, sorry about all of the dialog. I own nothing but the plot of the story, Anastasia Smith, and Vincent Drake. Anyway, I would just like to thank you again for reading! Until next time!