Yurio x Reader A Week in November

Part IX

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When we sat down we were greeted by the manager of the restaurant who gave us an english version of the menu after apologizing for not meeting us at the door to translate for us himself. Now, after he left us to decide our appetizer, dinner, and beverages, it was silent at our table.

"You're such a show off," Yurio shoots at me, breaking the awkward silence.

"Come on don't start that-," Victor was rudely interrupted by Yurio again.

"You are an idiot, I could have translated back there," Yurio growls.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Maintenant dis-moi. Pensez-tu vraiment que vous pouvez parler français?," I sneer as Yurio goes silent, "See you really did need my help."

In translation: Now tell me. Do you really think you can Speak French?

I don't see why he needed to start a fight though... He was 10x better behaved last time I saw him.

I look at the small green menu in my hands as I scan through the menu. The waiter decided that I didn't need a english menu, so I am spending my time translating everything for myself instead of really looking for something to eat.

"The Brie Fondue sounds good?" Yuuri's statement sounded a lot more like a question and I guess he thought that too when he quickly added, "So does the Cheese Plate!"

"Cheese Plate," Yurio says blankly.

"Cheese Plate sounds good to me," I agree with Yurio hoping to lighten the mood, but my comment was shot down with a stern look from Yurio.

"Are you on yo-," I was going to be a huge jerk to Yurio and insult him with the best comeback ever, but I saw Victor's face and I stopped myself," Sorry Victor."

I could tell Yurio wanted to continue the fight as much as I did, but, to my surprise, he held back.

The waitress came back in a few minutes with the manager after the tension settled and we were back to our old happy selves.

"Your waitress, Lucia by the way, told me that this young lady-," The manager took my hand, a growl could be heard from somewhere at the table. Probably Yurio. "-spoke French and that she didn't need my help when she had such a beautiful young woman to translate for her."

When he said "Beautiful" I yanked my hand away from his grasp, hitting my elbow painfully on the chair. He gave me a sympathetic look and I looked away.

"Yeah," I say, "We don't need a translator. I will do just fine, maybe even more."

"Oui," The manager says as he gives me a creepy smile, "I am positive that you'll do great. Anyway, If you need any help I will be up front or in the kitchen, just send Lucia for me."

"Will do," Victor says.

The manager finally left and everyone let out a sigh even Lucia.

"S'il vous plaît pardonnez son comportement, madame," Lucia sighs," Qu'aimeriez-vous boire ce soir?"

Translation: Please pardon his behavior. What would you like to drink tonight?

"She said 'what would you like to drink?'"

"Red wine," Victor says.

"Vin rouge," I echo in french.

"Sa-," Yuuri was interrupted by Victor.

"Not tonight," Victor says," We still have the surprise and we don't want you getting arrested for indecent exposure like all the other times."

"Water with lemon," Yuuri says blushing faintly

"Eau au citron."

"Coca cola," Yurio says

Lucia nods and writes down everyones orders and then she points to me with the back of her pen.

"Limonade," I say crossing my fingers, hoping that they had lemonade.

"Pardon. Nous ne servons pas de limonade," Lucia gave me a sorry look as she told me that they didn't serve lemonade.

"Sprite," I say looking at the small notepad in her hand that she was frantically writing in.

"Oui!," She scribbled down my order and then she looked up at me," Et pour votre apéritif?"

Translation: Yes! And for your appetizer?

"Assiette à fromage s'il vous plaît," I order our cheese plate as she writes it down, thanks us for coming here tonight, then leaves for the kitchen.

"You have no idea, but that was probably the most boring thing I have ever done in my life,"

"Sorry (Y/N)," Yuuri says, "There are no formal, English-speaking restaurants in Paris"

"It's okay, but we'll be on our own in Italy," I say as I tug a piece of hair behind my ear, "But I think they speak English anyways."

Yuuri nods and says, "By the way how did your drive to the hotel after the tournament go?"

"Really good," I admit, "There were barely any people on the streets and the view was gorgeous."

Yurio gave me a curious glance.

"My driver was also kind enough to pay for dinner even after I told him I would pay," I add looking at Yurio.

Yurio didn't seem to have heard me. I grabbed my menu again to decide what to eat.

After dinner we all met at the parking lot. By that time, Pitchit and Christophe had joined our little party and we were all anxious to see what the surprise was.

"It can't be anything toooo big because we already know that you guys are engaged!" Pitchit exclaimed as he clapped his hands together, "ARE YOU GETTING A NEW PET?!"

"No! No! No!" Yuuri yelled, "We already have Makkachin!"

"Then what else could it be?" I asked, "Are you announcing the wedding dates?"

"We already did that," Victor says as he hugs onto Yuuri," Sometime after Yuuri wins the grand Prix Finals. Anyways~ The surprise will be revealed when you get there."

Yuuri then passed out a piece of paper to Yurio and Pitchit.

"Yurio and (Y/n) will be team #1 and Pichit and Christophe will be team #2," Yuuri explains, "While Victor and I will be waiting at the final destination at the end of the game"

"Cool," Pitchit whispered

"Wait!" Yurio yelled, "I got stuck with architect barbie, when you guys get to relax at the end of the game! And when did I sign up to be in your little game show?"

"Oh relax Yurio," I say coolly," You're acting like a big baby. What? Are you too afraid to get lost~? By the way, if anyone here looks like barbie, it would be you, blondie."

"Oh," Yurio growled, "You're asking for it barbie!"

"I'll be riding with Yurio," I say to Victor," Don't worry we'll be fine and we'll most definitely win."

"Whatever," Yurio says as he grabs my hand and yanks me in the direction of his motorcycle.