Hi! I see your post about prompt and pairing for drabbles. Can I interest you in France/prussia in coffee shop or 24 hr diner? (only if you feel like it ofc!) P.s I like your blog v much
Anon I am SO sorry i took so long to reply, i didn’t even realize this was in my inbox! But, thank you for sending this in! I’ve never written with this pairing before and it was fun to do :) also this turned into a ficlet not a drabble (sorry, i have no self control) but i hope you like it!!
Gilbert approached the counter with a huff. The bloke before him had spent an annoying amount of time there while the line behind him grew. And he’d noticed that the girl behind the register just looked confused the whole time. Now he wanted nothing more than to be out of this line and at a table so he rattled off his order with as few words as possible “and throw in a damn cake pop,” while fishing for his wallet.
“Actually,” the barista paused awkwardly with his cup in her hand, “that nice man in front of you paid for your order so…” Gilbert blinked blankly at her.
“Why did he do that?” The girl shrugged, passing the cup off, and went for his cake pop.
“I couldn’t tell you for sure,” she handed the bagged treat over to him and winked, “but he did leave you a little note.” Gilbert bit his lip and stepped away from the counter to allow the next customer forward. His eyes scanned the coffee shop, landing on the back of the same head that had held up the line- apparently for him. Hesitantly, he checked the bag in his hand and read,
I’m sorry for holding up the line, but we must agree that I’m worth the wait, no?
And there was the blond man’s number, written clearly for Gilbert to see. There was a brief- very brief- moment where he considered just tossing the bag out and not thinking anything else of it. But he never was good at leaving things alone. So, with determined steps he walked to the man’s table and slammed the bag down in front of him. “Complimenting yourself isn’t the best way to ask a guy out, you know.” The man responded with a grin and gestured for Gilbert to sit. He obliged, yanking out his cake pop. “I appreciate a man who’s confident and asks outright-” he continued, jabbing the treat in the blond man’s direction before proceeding to take a big bite, “but thanks for buying.” There was silence for a long moment. The man’s grin never wavered as he wrote something in the notebook sitting in front of him.
Then he passed it gently forward for Gilbert to read.
My name is Francis and I’m deaf. You’re speaking very fast and I’m not sure what you’ve said, sorry. I don’t suppose you sign? Again, Gilbert just blinked blankly before looking back up.
“Shit, I don’t- sorry, um,” he scratched the back of his head before clumsily signing “little.” “I took it in high school, but I didn’t really…” he trailed off awkwardly, then noticed the pen Francis was holding out to him. He scrawled his response quickly.
I only learned a little bit in high school
Francis’ smile grew and he slowly signed back, though Gilbert only understood the last one. “That’s name I think. Oh! My name? Gilbert, er-” Bless his teacher, really. She’d always said, ‘If you can introduce yourself, then you can make a friend,’ and made them learn to sign their names on the very first day. So carefully, he signed back G-I-L-B-E-R-T.
Francis laughed loudly and responded with a thumbs up. Then, hesitantly, Gilbert held up his hand, thinking of one more sign that he remembered from class. With his thumb, middle, ring, and pinkie fingers, he tapped his own lips and then smiled sheepishly.
Francis winked back and wrote once more in his notebook, then passed it over.
I would LOVE to get dinner with you
