A strange Café. - Fox

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Waiter!Hetalia x reader

By the dyslexic Author

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A melody played in the background. As I noticed the red fox statue at the counter not far from here, there was a soft humming in the kitchen.  I point at the statue, not really sure what I just did, as the Japanese man smiled and looked surprised "My… you found the fox, Francis Bonnefoy!" he called as some girls let out a squeal as the kitchen doors open, showing a  slender man.

His beautiful cobalt blue eyes were the first I noticed; how they sparkled with a passion. The wavy butter yellow locks that he proudly shown with lots of care was tied back in a lose ponytail shimmers, by the locks of it, when untied it would go down to the shoulders. A faint sign of stubbles and a little more remarkable goatee shaped his jaw line, giving him a more slim look then what he really was.  He wore around his slim yet masculine form of a chef jacket, but as he got closer to me he slide the jacket off his body, flashing his unshaved body.

Sexy doesn’t even start to describe him. As he pulled at his apron, he flashed the big long fuzzy red fox tail on his back that instantly lined up against his back, "Bonjour belle, mon nom est Francis, mais vous pouvez m'appeler comme vous voulez[Hello beautiful, my name is Francis, but you can call me anything you like]"  I began blushing as he took my hand and gave it a delicate kiss.

"B-Bonjour Monsieur Francis" I mumbled rubbing my cheek with my free hand. He looked up at me, flashing a soft smile at me; clearly he could read how startled and shy I gotten by this as he let go of my hand.
He winked at me as he stood up, folding the chef jacket over his hairy left arm.  "Que puis-je vous offrir pour manger aujourd'hui ma chère?[ what can I offer you for eating today my dear?]" starting to feel slightly embarrassed, I cleared my throat and stuttered out "I a-ain't t-that good to f-french" he smiled understandingly as he made a soft click with his tongue.

"My apologies my dear, you just seem so dazzling that I could not remember any of the English words" my cheeks flared up again, not only because of the way he stood with his feet, perfectly against each other giving him visible abs, but also by his thick coated French accent.

"A-ahaha" was the only response I could give him right now as he smiled; seeming to know the state I am in.
"So ma chére? What can I offer you today?" your body splattered in whip cream I shake my head a little confused Francis as he tilted his head, making the long red ears with black tip to slide a little on his head. "Nothing?" he questioned as I let out a gasped "No no! I… ah… w-what do you recommend?" in that moment that line passed my lips, Francis smile grew wide and excited "Ah! I got just the thing!" he then dashed off to the kitchen, making his apron flip up just enough for me to see his well shaped butt cheeks. damn Frenchmen.

"FRANCIS YOU BLOODY FROG! REMEMBER TO WEAR THAT THING SECURELY!" The cat from another table hissed as Francis danced by, making the girls giggle at the table. At the table behind me I hear the soft spoken polar-bear say something under his breath "No one wants to see that.." is all he said, and I can only imaged that what -that- is would be a naked Francis. Which would be really yum.


Francis returned after good ten minutes with a tray lifted high over his head, looking like the perfect waiter now; he even placed a collar around his neck.  One of those that should be on a suit but was cut off just to make a point in the whole naked waiter theme. His wrists were tied with a bracelet in red fur. As he approached me, I soon became captivated by his cobalt eyes once again.

He placed a little plate with a cup of coffee to my left. On the plate was placed a beautiful pink, white and almond colored cake "Dacquoise~ made it myself"  he then placed a bread bowl with the most delicious onion soup in front of me "for the harsh weather~ Onion soup. As before, I made myself~" he cooed, settling down in front of me as the fuzzy fox tail slicks up against his back.

He brushed some rogue hairs out of his face as he smiled softly at me. He let out a soft chuckle as I looked up to meet his cobalt orbs "You look like you never seen a cake before ma chére" the blood rushed to my cheeks again as I cleared my throat. "Nothing as delicious and beautiful as this.. I am afraid of breaking it… and this.. the soup… looks and smells heavenly! And you made that yourself?" Francis smiled proudly, lifting his spoon and dips it into the soup.

"Oui~ a little perk as to my co-manager~" he licked the spoon clean, making me and a couple of girls at other tables shiver with excitement. "Tell me _________. How come a beautiful girl like you visits a café like this?" he tilted his head as I slowly began to dig into the delicious soup.


As the first creamy white soup ran down my throat, warming me up from the inside, I felt at bliss ready to speak but all that came out is a soft moan, making not only myself but Francis blush, as well as a few heads turning, confused at me. "A-Aagh…" I covered my mouth, feeling the cold sweat of embarrassment run down my spine, but Francis seemed to pick that up quickly as he laughed softly. "That good huh? A most exclusive way of judging food~" he nodded in a way of saying thank you to me.


From there on it escalated to a soft spoken partly flirting conversation about Francis and my own life. How he had meet Kiku the Japanese manager and the Austrian manager, along with the two others, and how they created the café with just a few friends in the start. The animal theme was inspired by a Belgium festival and the waiters themselves inspired to Francis disgust by a café in London.

Francis indulged me on how he didn’t like the British culture, since he, himself a full-blooded Frenchman, grew up with the British are stupid society and he couldn’t help it. He also got into a short cat fight with the cat Arthur Kirkland, heh cat fight which resolved in both men losing their aprons and then run for dear life to get themselves covered again.

As Francis returned he offered me a rose for compensation for the lost time, we got to the dessert now, and I can say I was a tiny bit scared of tasting it, I mean.. if I do that I would break it and ruin it.
Francis lifted up his mini fork and penetrated the moist surface of the cake as he lifted it to my lips "A sweet for a sweeter girl, no? It would be a pity not to have a taste" he smiled as I leaned over with flushed cheeks as I took in the sweet texture of the cake he offered.

"mmmhm! Really good!" I clapped my hands together as he offered me the fork back,
Our talk went on from there about him being a chef and his passion for art and food in general.

"Ah I think it’s time to get on" I smiled softly as he nodded, leaving to get the bill.  I looked around; many customers who had been waiting in line for Francis were giving me the death eye.
As he returned, from his apron right under his navel, where just a little hair showed, hung the bill. He winked at me and started to chuckle by the blush forming in my cheeks.


I reached up to take it in an attempt not to touch his skin, but he thrust forward making my hand land flat against his stomach "wah…Im sorry!" I shrieked, seeing how others had been asked to leave for touching the waiters. "Mon cheer don’t be afraid, this is for you~" I pulled out the bill and I gasped to see no price at all. "On the house~ for making this one of the best days for me~" he winked as he pulled out of his furry bracelets a little card "And should you ever want to meet with more clothing~ oh or less if you prefere" he said winking as he handed me the card.


vous êtes au-delà.
vous êtes une star.

si vous voulez être l'esprit.
Je voudrais rendre utile de votre nature.

Francis +342535532
Oxox

I blushed as I looked up at him "A-ah" he leaned down and gave me a gentle kiss on the hand before leading me to the door. "I hope to hear from you soon ma chérie".


The next day I called Francis, and four months later he spontaneously told me to pack my bags and run away with him to France. Could I say no to that? I was really close to do so.
But now…

"We all welcome you to France, the air is mild 13C on this beautiful spring morning, we hope you enjoy your stay" the attendant spoke, as I wokeup to a dry yet cold feeling on my cheek, I been drooling.
How embarresing, but the worst was… I had drooled on Francis who seemed to just have accepted it.
"Dreamt about something sweet mon amour?" he whispered before giving me a kiss on the forehead.

Yeah.. we been together since that day.

"A-ah!" I sat up blushing like a schoolgirl as I attempted to rub my cheek clean.
"Im so sorry!" I then cried toward him, just to be captured by his lips "aucun de ces [none of that], it was cute" he stated, kissing my nose after wards as we get out of the plane.


Turns out, Francis had plenty of money, and didn’t need to work at that café. I found that out as we drew up the southern roads of France to a beautiful mansion "Family owned" he would say, yeah right Francis…

"So I guess right now I am a princess at a castle?" I blushed as he let out a soft chuckle.
"If I get to be your foxy knight~" he kisseed my lips as I let out a squeal.


What does the fox say? I don’t care as long as he takes me to France.