A strange Cafe. - Polar-bear

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Waitor!Hetalia x reader

By the dyslexic Author

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There was two bear icons right next to each other, one of them was in a dark almost black shade, and the other was white, "whats the deal with the bears?" I ask quietly as the Japanese man I am to know as Kiku giggle. "the polar-bear or the brown-bear" he explains as I let out a sigh "The polar-bear is cuter!" I point to the icon of the white bear earning a cry from one of the male costumers in the café.

"POLAR-BEAR MATHEW WILLIAMS OF GAKUEN CAFÉ" Kiku screams into the mic, from the mahogany doors everyone can hear faint complains and maybe three other voices all telling "you got to! Its your job!" and before Kiku even get to go to the door, they are flying open, a long haired blond male with a fox tail along with matching ears, a male with cat ears and fuzzy eyebrows are dragging a third male out of the little room they were in before. "Mathue you are making a fool out of yourself" the thick coated French accent coming from the fox says trying to get the third male onto his legs again. "b-but last time" the third tries quietly to protest "they aren’t allowed to touch you, and look it’s a beautiful young lady waiting for you" the second guy says pointing towards me.

And finally I can see the third guy, big round white ears decorates his long wavy blonde hair, a curl sticks out from his head and down his face bobbing just a little, he holds a tray infront of his chest, but I am more focused on those violet orbs hidden behind a pair of round glasses, not that his body wasn't georges I just never seen purple eyes before.


Instead of waiting for him to come to me I get up and walk over to him. As I approached the two other men walks away leaving the poor bright blushing shivering polar-bear all alone against petit me.

"Hei I am______." I start gently as he nods "I a-am Mathew" he smiles sweetly at me, making me blush by his cuteness, I can hear a mumble from behind the door "just because that costumer last night jumped him his been like this…" that poor guy no wonder his all around right now.

"wanna come sit down with me at my table?" I offer flashing him a gentle smile, he lights up and nods "I would love to… I am the polarbear after all… I am your host… a-ah I better get your treath first…w-want something to drink" he seems already more confident as I look towards him "whatever compliments the treath…" he smiles and walks towards the counter, as I return to my seat Kiku comes over to me.

"please excuse him, I was not informed of an expisode that happened, he shouldn’t work if his upset" he starts to remble about how this was typical action from the male costumers from time to time as I interrupt him "as long as he get to breath alittle… I really want to talk with him… I worked as a councilor for rape victims… he wasn’t raped right?" Kiku gasp shaking his head "no no! his brother is far to quick to let anyone touch his brother" and on que I see the lion walk past us dragging a male costumer out of the café "and stay out!" he closes the door and goes back to the girls he was talking with before.

"that is his brother" Kiku then adds as I nod, Mathew comes back with a tray of the most delicious smelling pancakes, they were so freaking huge and thick. Maybe just like him I slap myself as I notice Mathews confused look. "ah sorry! They just made me all mesmerized" your eyes "the pancakes!"  he flash me a sweet smile as he place the plate of pancakes in front of me, and then a cup of coffee next to me.  

In front of the huge stack off  pancakes are two bottles of pure maple syrup placed.
He settle down in front of me flashing yet another smile, he seems to have warmed up just fine now.
"So Mathew where you from?"  I try to open the bottle of syrup but fails as he reach over and takes the bottle "I am from Canada eh" and in a quick pull he opens the bottle offering it back to me.

"oh your accent gave it away" I giggle softly pouring a huge amount of syrup onto the fluffy goddesses.
In matter of seconds has most of the syrup been drained into the dough.
"Oh yeah it gives it quiet quickly eh?" he blushes rubbing the back of his head.
"Yeah but you know what, I always though Canadians had cute accents" now it was my turn to blush as he looked wide eyed at me mouth a gabbed "t-thank you" he mumbles softly, in an attempt to lift the heavy atmosphere I start digging into the pancakes "mhm! So good!" I state loudly making a few girls and waiters turn their head this way.

"a-a-hahaha I am glad you like them… I made the batter myself" he tells before digging into his own batch.
He start telling me about his life how he used to play ice hockey but broke his foot and had to keep his foot at rest, and now he was missing the season with his team course of the healing, he and the lion who was named Alfred was brothers with not more than two years between each other, different father same mother. Divorce children must have it hard.

"My dad.. Damian Williams… was a lumberjack, his retired now, I hope to become a Mounty when I am done with my studies" he says a lot more happy and passionate then when I first saw him.
I tilt my head amused by how much he opened up and talked happily with more confidence then before.
"You know ______. Its mostly guys requesting me… it's nice for a change to speak with such a nice girl as you" he smiles softly at me, catching me completely off guard I start to blush madly.

this Mofo is completely freaking adorable… I want to take him home and keep him there

"a-ah hehee… t-thank you Mathew" he gasp a little as I raise an eyebrow, he hides his face in his hands letting out a muffled cry "oh god! I said something embarrassing now you think im some freak!" aaww that poor guy need a backbone "N-no! you really sweet and carring Mathew! I don't think you are a freak, I think you quiet the nice guy!" I protect reaching over to  gently pat him on the head, but he moves away before I get the chance "you really do?" I nod as I can see those violet eyes sparkle up. "Merci!" oh his French?  I smile back at him as we continue our talk now about me and my life and why I moved to (country), before I even knew it we had spent almost two hours just talking, Kiku comes up to Mathew leaning down to whisper him  something.

Mathew get all flushed again nodding to Kiku as he disappears again, "a-ah the manage just told me that we have costumers waiting outside" he informs me blushing madly, its now I realize its been at least thirdy minutes since we both finished our meal, "ah! Yeah can I have the check please?" he nods as he gets up to go get it for me, turning around that tiny round polar-bear tail greets me, it makes my mouth water up as just a little bit of his butt cheek flashes me. damn it I am a pervert

As he come back he has started to tremble, I look up at him concerned as he has a piece of paper in his mouth, he leans down to me wiggling the paper in his mouth, a fat font writes on it check.
I take it as he let go of it, letting his beautiful pale lips brush over the paper before pulling back.

Getting my purse out I find the right amount,  Kiku calls Mathew as he runs towards a group of girls, I turn the check around and scribble down on it quickly.

I hope you read this Mattie.
I really enjoyed talking with you,
and I hope to come here more often.
If you ever need someone to talk with
- eventhough its against housepolicy.
You can call me 66554503
______


I scribble a tiny bear on it as I notice he comes back, I offer him the check as he leans down opening his mouth, I place the paper there as he bite gently down on it, I made sure my tekst is turning up towards him, in hope he notice it, I have seen for a while now how the costumers press the money down the waiters aprons, so instead of giving him the money I slide it down close to where his butt starts making him gasp just so adorably.

"I will try come by soon again, thank you for being my waiter" and with that I leave feeling my cheeks flame up by the thought that I just gave him my number, but also I touched his butt…


Three days has passed, I guess he didn’t get the message.
But to my delight my phone started to ring one afternoon "Hello _______ speaking" a faint little voice starts to mumble before finally speaking up "Its Mathew… you busy tonight?" "ah no I am not" "w-would you like to go out with me?" he gasp hearing his own words, I start to smile widely "Yes I would love to"


Later that day it had begun to snow just a little bid, which was odd since it was only November.
"______" I hear his delightful thick Canadian accent before seeing him, he wears such an adorable attire and his nose is slightly red. "there you are!" I call happily.

We start the date off at a restaurant a question that’s been boiling in my insides since I first saw him is about to burst "Mathew!" I gasp making him jump slightly "y-yes?" I look serious at him making him glup "are those… contacts" I point at his eyes and now he start to giggle "no… they are real…" "violet eyes?" "mutation… just like blue" he explains as the conversation goes on about all kind of random stuff.

He walks me home that night, the snowing still continue as I rub my arms for warmth "it was really nice to hang out with you Mattie" kicking the gathering snow on the street I don't notice how he takes of his jacket "it was nice to see you to…. A-a-and… I hope you would g-go on a date with me again… if you want to of course eh" he places his jacket over my shoulders, I start to blush madly as I nod not only as a thank you but to give him an answer "I would really like that" I reach for his hand as he moves it towards mine, we come to a stop as the snow shines like glitter in the lamp light.

"c-can I…. k-kiss you _____?" he whispers almost unbearable as my heart leaps in happiness, instead of answering him I take one step forward pressing myself against him, he feels my answer as I press my lips against his pale yet so deliciously warm ones, he returns the kiss not moments later wrapping his arms around my waist.


So polar-bears are really warm and cuddling I found out that morning… seems like Mathew didn’t have to go home in the snow after all… if you know what I mean.