Request from Jen Jen. Hope it's not crappy XD
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It was a beautiful snowy day in Germany- the country, not the person. Berlin was leaning on the balcony outside of her villa. Staring at the snow in peace, she thought, was the perfect way to spend Christmas. Of course, not everyone shared her sentiments. Below her balcony, a cook by the name of Bardroy- we shall call him Bard- was hauling in a load of Christmas delights; beer, ingredients for cake, some decorations and fine wine. Berlin wasn't planning a party; her friend Jen was probably the one who was planning a Christmas party, so the party favors didn't phase her much.
Wait.
Fine wine?
Berlin narrowed her eyes. She didn't really care for fine wine; Germans only liked the essentials in alcohol, and that was beer. Fine wine was someone else's idea of a "good drink". "That idiot better not be here..." She growled, walking down the stairs.
"BERLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN~!" Jen glomped her friend, who fell onto the ground, unphased once more.
"Is that idiot France here? Did you invite him?" She asked, threatening Jenny with her eyes.
Jen paled. "...um..."
"You did!" Berlin accused. "How could you? I hate him!"
"You liiiiie." Jenny grinned. "I know you guys are going out."
BLAM!
Jen's green eyes widened as her eyes shifted to the small hole in the wall beside her head. "...okay, maybe not."
Berlin lowered her gun and sighed. "I just don't vant to see him. You can still 'ave your party."
"YAY!" Upon waving her arms in happiness, Jen whacked Bardroy in the face, causing him to stagger backward and fall onto the floor, catching the boxes before they crashed to the ground. Jenny looked a little panicked as she rushed to his aid. "I'M SO SORRY!"
The cook- who happened to be a blonde with a light stubble on his chin and side burns, blue-grey eyes, and a cigarette in his mouth- looked up at the brunette, blinking. "Sorry, Miss. I almost dropped your...erm...supplies!" He frowned, thinking of how this may have been different if a certain butler were here... He rubbed the back of his head, a little embarrassed he wasn't helping more.
Jen took in the cook's appearance- a young blonde with a slight British accent- and her cheeks flushed an adorable scarlet as she looked away from him. "Nothing was broken so it's okay." Berlin took no notice of this, especially when her eyes caught the notice of something moving under one of the food carts.
"..is there someone...?"
Jen dragged Berlin out of the room, her face flushed. "Help meeeeeee."
Berlin could only sigh. This would be a long day…
Of course, Berlin had been right to suspect “someone” would be sneaking into the party- though he was not completely uninvited. France was hanging on the outside of one of the carts of fine wine. He had to resist sampling it; his fingers were preoccupied, clinging to the bottom of the steel cart.
"Alright..." He murmured, "This ez my stop!" He dropped off of the cart like a ninja and crawled across the floor on his stomach before he stood, dusted himself off and took off in search of his "girlfriend". "Mon cherie Berlin, I will find you!"
Bard could hear France running down the hall, but he figured he was just another guest so he didn't bother. "Better start cooking." And he took out his blowtorch.
Jen- after whining to Berlin about how cute she thought the cook was- started taking down different notes for the party as Hime and Chero walked in.
"JENNY~!" Hime glomped her friend, and Chero started peeking into other rooms. "It's going to be a big party with lots of bishies, right?" Hime raised her eyebrows and lowered them suggestively.
"Hopefully." Jenny blushed, thinking of the cook that she'd only seen for a few minutes.
Berlin was getting nervous on her end of the villa, so much so that she started drinking the beer that was meant for the party. "Vhy is Jenny serving this type of drink to under aged children anyvey?" She scoffed, chugging a full glass. She wouldn't say how or why, but she got a really ominous feeling...
There was a knock on her door in the next moment, one that startled her a little, but she answered it, her beer in hand. "'Vat is-" She paused, seeing a man with a light stubble on his chin, blue eyes, medium length soft, natural blonde hair, and a flirtatious smile. "Maria," He said, for that was Berlin's real name, "Mon cherie, I have fou-"
SLAM.
France, also known as Francis Bonnefoy, stared at the door in disbelief. After a few seconds he started banging on it. "Maria! Maria! Let me in mon cherie! You are my 'eart!"
Berlin covered her scarlet tinged face on the other side of the door. She wouldn't tell him she liked him back, not now, not ever. That was just how she rolled.
Meanwhile, Jen was in the kitchen, summoning up her courage to talk to the cook. "Um..."
Bard was...erm..."cooking" with his flamethrower and lifted his face mask upon Jen's entrance. "Yes?"
Two things happened at this moment. The first was Jen's gaze shifting to the flamethrower and back. The second thing was Bard noticing that Jen noticed the flamethrower.
"Why are you using a flamethrower to cook the food?" She blinked at him, her expression so adorable that his cheeks flushed a little pink.
"It would be faster that way!" He said it as if it were obvious, but he saw the expression on the young Mistress's face. "Is something wrong?"
"You're going to burn it all!" Jenny exclaimed, flailing her arms. "MOVE MOVE...let me help!"
Bard was so surprised he moved aside so that there was space for Jen to work. "Now watch. This is how you cook a turkey..."
