Putting things back together

Café planing

(A/N here, I'm gonna try updating once a week. Keyword "Try", thanks for reading!)
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~France's POV~
As me and Arthur were walking down the sidewalk we were talking about our jobs, Arthur's is an apprentice politic, he came to America because his "boss" wanted him to learn how to properly run a country or work along side the queen with out embarrassing himself. Yet they sent him to America. I on the other hand only came here cause my "boss" didn't like the idea of me taking cooking as my career, they wanted me to be the exact same as Arthur. Sense my "family" was rich I had a big allowance, but apparently wasn't big enough to perches a small café, a plane flight and my own house. Seeing how I'm sharing a house with three other people, but I don't mind as long I can stay by Arthur~!

"Anyway I stop here, it was a nice conversation, but I'll see you back at the house later tonight." Arthur stoped infront of a fancy looking building.

"Okay mon Cheri! I'll zee you later~!" I wink at him and keep walking.

I hear a loud sigh as I turn the corner.

Maybe around 15 more minuets of walking I come to a more relaxing part of town with tiny stores instead of huge skyscrapers and glass buildings. I look down the sidewalk to find my soon to be café. I see my store and walk to the front door. I unlock it to find a vary dusty looking place. "Looks like I will need to clean thiz place before anything." I sigh I grabbed my cleaning supplies from my bag.
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           Time skip
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I finished cleaning up all the dust and most of the mold. " Ah! Parfait!! I can now start my table planing!" Sense the café was so small cleaning was no problem but placing tables/booths was a problem, not to mention a place to place the display of the baked goods, menu and a cash register. But that's the point of planning, to figure out where and how everything is gonna fit.

Maybe a good hour of planing out every thing and anything I finely decide to look at the time,
"17:26" (5:26pm) "I should probably call it a day." I sighed as I started cleaning up my cleaning supplies and art supplies. I locked up the door and started walking back home, surprisingly I met up with Arthur on the way.

"Zo, 'ow was your day?" I asked

He yawned " exhausting."

I smirked "do you want me to carry your stuff?" I look over to him.

He looked back over to me yawned again and nodded. I grabbed his briefcase and we continued walking.

When we got back Arthur just stood infront of the door. "Are... you? Are you gonna open zhe door?" I asked

He just mumbled something and took one step back. I sighed and opened the door for him.
He just walked straight for the stairs after he took his shoes off and gave him back his briefcase. After walking haft ways up the he turns around. "I'm gonna go shower. Can you make me some supper please, mom?" He yawns again. "Oui." I chuckled. "Thank you mumsie" he turns and walks back upstairs.

I walk to the living room. "Alfred? Matthieu?" I didn't see them in the living room. I walk upstairs to Matthieu's room first. "Matthieu?" I knocked three times. "Matthieu?" I open the door and no one was in there. I close his door and walked over to Alfred's door and knocked three times "Alfred?" I open his room door too. Same results with Matthieu's room. I sighed and walked downstairs to the kitchen to start cooking supper.

Once I finished supper I set the table and just on time Arthur walks in. He yawns again and sits down. "Thanks you." He said, his accent was vary thick.

Arthur finished his supper and cleaned his dishes. "Need any help?" He looked over to me, he looked to exhausted to even talk. "Non, just go to bed, I can 'andle things." I smiled at him.

"K." He looked away and started to walk up the stairs, I couldn't help but stare as he walked away~.

I put the leftovers in two different plates and put some plastic rap over top of them and places a sticky note on both of the plates that said "for Alfred, heat up for 2:30 in the microwave." And the other "Pour Matthieu, chauffer 2h30 au micro-ondes"

I walked upstairs and took a shower. I got my PJs on, aka just some fluffy pants. I checked my emails for tables and booths and those things for displaying my baked goods. I chatted with my seller and we came up with an arrangement for the tables and stuff to come to my tiny café, we agreed on Wednesday was perfect for both of us. We said our good byes and I shut my phone off and plugged it in and went to bed.

As I was slowly falling into a slumber I hear an obnoxious voice yell throughout the house. "YO! WE'RE BACK!!" I sighed I replied with something I thought I would never say. "PLEASE JUST SHUT UP AMERICA!" I yelled back, not even processing what I just said. I suddenly hear footsteps to my room and the door slamming open.

"Ummm. Yo! Like, sorry for busting in like this, but like Thanks for the food! Mattie's warming it up for me and stuff, but like, what did you say?" Alfred bursted in to my room and started yelling random crap that I really didn't care about.

"Please just shut up America?" I look at him still haft asleep.

He's eyes open wide and just smile. "Just go'ta bed dude, ya need sleep." He said as he closed the door.

Before I knew it I was already falling back asleep. Then more knocking on my door. I sighed "come in..." Arthur walks into my room

He sighed "what was all of that about?" He asked triedly.

I just strugged my shoulders and looked at him dumbfounded. "I donnu?" I said as I cuddled back up in my blankets. "Night."

"Bonne nuit"

I heard my door shut then I fell asleep immediately.

Then I started falling.