AMERICAN DREAMーCountryhumans 【U. S. A X Reader】

As Hot As Coffee【1】☑

~REWRITTEN~

I was shifting nervously on my seat, currently,I'm getting interviewed for a job at a local cafe. It wasn't just any cafe tho.

It's a cafe in pangea city! With countryhumans! I've been DYING to meet one!

I was sweating buckets, I am now at the brink of interacting with a countryhuman! It's so exciting and scary....

This café is known to be visited mostly my European country humans, its a dream come true to simply talk to one!

Speaking of talk to one.

The manager of the cafe, who was a Countryhuman himself.. Is waiting behind that door!!

I'm so excited! But real-

I was snapped out of my thoughts as I heard the door creak, there I met eyes with countryhuman Slovakia!

He was wearing a simple polo with a-*ahem* poorly made tie around the collar, his hair was straight and long and was piled up in a lazy ponytail.

He made his way to his seat as I rubbed my hands together trying not to stare too much.

"you're y/n yes?"

" yes! Yes."

"what exactly made you lay eyes on this job?"

"Well one of my... friends work here and uhm.. My parents said I really needed a job and then.. I.. Chose this job?"

I rubbed my hands on my thighs hastily as he stared at me for a bit, he doesn't look so aggressive but him just being a countryhuman is already a red flag.

"... Of.. Course. "

I only gulp and smile awkwardly as a some kind of response.

" well then, what type of skills do you posses? Cooking, Brewing, serving or cleaning?"

I opened my mouth slightly, right.. I just kind of accepted the offer. I don't know much about cooking, or brewing, I hate cleaning.. So serving is pretty much my only 'skill'. and I run pretty fast too, if that's even needed.

" well I can walk and uhh.. Do a little cleaning?"

'walk'.. Seriously... Everyone can walk dumbass!
I mentally slapped myself as I only saw mister Slovakia nod. I hope that's a nod of agreement or a nod to get out of a dumb situation.

"well its best that you take the serving quarters for now. Your friend can help you with the the brewing and accompany you in the process."

"o-of course! They're pretty good at it!"

I nodded my head repeatedly, remembering how Amy, the said friend of mine, made delecious lattes from the cafés menu in her apartment for me. She was too generous, I was basically a practice costumer. And I mean by costumer, I tried to offer money but she'd always decline! So much for such great skills in art AND brewing.

"and.. One last question "

I perked my head up from daydreaming about creamy drinks.