Third person POV:

It's been a week since the school closed. The countries had been taking turns 'checking in' with (Y/n) at her jobs. Not really noticing beyond the usual. Besides the fact that (Y/n) still had bandage wrapped around her right thigh and her hands always seemed to be shaking.

"Aye wee brother! The school board has aloud me to open the school up a week early!" Alistor said. Arthur rolled his eyes.

"And you're informing me because...?" Arthur asked.

"That talent show is coming up soon. Best get yer act together." Alistor said before hanging up. Arthur groaned.

"What are you complaining about now Arthur?" Oliver asked, wiping his icing covered hands on his apron. "That's the fifth time you've groaned today. It's only nine in the morning."

"Bloody hell... You and Alistor are going to be the death of me..." Arthur grumbled. Oliver giggled, sitting next to Arthur, back to back.

"You know you love it Artie~" Oliver teased, leaning his head back on Arthur's shoulder to look at him. The blonde Brit's face turned red as he looked away.

"Shut you you bloody git!"

"One dollar~"

"Tch..." Arthur grumbled, tossing a coin over his head so it landed on Oliver's lap. Oliver grinned and grabbed the coin, shoving it in his pocket.

"What did your brother want?" Oliver asked.

"School starts up again in two days. He also said something about the talent show coming up soon." Oliver's eyes lit up happily.

"Oh goodie! I need to go tell the others!" Oliver cheered, jumping off the couch, tossing his apron into the kitchen and dashing out of the house.

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(Y/n) sighed and tied an apron around her waist, ignoring the looks the other employees. Her eyes were dull and she had a fake smile plastered on her face. Table thirteen had just requested (Y/n) to serve them. Again. It's been almost two weeks and the same people sit at table thirteen and ask for (Y/n). They're always there from opening until the end of (Y/n)'s shift, completely vanishing once she leaves the building. Not to mention, they all go to her school. How humiliating. First they see her brake down after the school shooting, and now they're 'stalking' her at her jobs.

"Hurry up b**ch. You're keeping table thirteen waiting!" One of the female employees stated, looking at her nails. (Y/n) rolled her eyes internally before nodding. She grabbed her note pad and pen before walking out of the employees only area and into the cafe. (Y/n) made her way towards table thirteen, twirling her pen around impatiently. Sitting at table thirteen was the regular eight people. Alfred, Allen, Oliver, Arthur, Francis, Francois, Mathew and Matt.

"Hello and welcome to the 'Angel's Retreat'! What can I get for all you of?" (Y/n) asked cheerfully.

"The usuals please poppet!" Oliver said, closing the menu and placing it onto the table.

"I'm assuming the same thing to drink as always too, eh?"

"Oui." Francois muttered, looking out the cafe window and onto the street. (Y/n) pretended to jot something down before sticking the pen behind her ear.

"Alrighty! Your drinks will be here shortly!" (Y/n) said before walking off. Once she was gone from view, (Y/n) let out a long sigh in relief. Her hands noticeably shaking. (Y/n) clenched her hands together and shoved them in her pockets before walking towards the chef.

"One coke, one chocolate milk, one earl grey, two coffees, one with milk and two sugars, one vinilla milkshake, one root beer and one water." (Y/n) said. The chef chuckled and brought a tray full of drinks into view.

"All ready to go. The usual for food too?" He asked, handing the tray to (Y/n). (Y/n) nodded, balancing  the tray of one hand before walking towards table thirteen. One of the employees tried to trip her on her way, but (Y/n) stepped over her leg and continued walking, making the girl pout.

(Y/n) arrived at the table and dealt out the drinks gracefully. Alfred got the coke, Mathew got the chocolate milk, Arthur got the tea, Francis got the coffe with milk and sugar, Francois got the black coffee, Oliver got the milkshake, Matt got the root beer and Allen got the water.

"Anything else I can get you?" (Y/n) asked. Allen opened his mouth, only for Matt to slap his hand over it.

"No." Matt grumbled. (Y/n) nodded and walked off again.

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(Y/n) stretched, her back cracking loudly as a male employer walked towards her, wincing slightly at the sound.

"Uh... You're (Y/n) (L/n) right?" The man asked. (Y/n) looked over at him and narrowed his eyes.

"Who's f**king asking?" (Y/n) asked. The teen gulped and shakily held out a small piece of paper.

"T-The boss said to g-give this to you..." (Y/n) took the paper and the teen ran off. (Y/n) scoffed and rolled her eyes, opening the folded piece of paper.

"I can't f**king read this s**t..." (Y/n) grumbled, shoving the paper into her pocket before walking towards table thirteen. She plastered a smile on her face and collected all the dirty dishes.

"Is there any thing else I can get for you guys? Dessert? Refills? A check?" (Y/n) asked.

"I would like some more tea please love." Arthur said. (Y/n) nodded.

"Yo dudette! What's that paper in your pocket?" Alfred asked, quickly grabbing at the paper. (Y/n) grabbed at the paper, only to miss.

"Don't f**king touch my stuff!" (Y/n) yelled, drawing the attention of everyone in the cafe. Alfred opened the paper and scanned it before tossing it into the air. (Y/n) snatched the paper in the air before punching Alfred's face.

"BA***RD!" She yelled. The cafe went silent. Matt was covering Allen's mouth and everyone else at table thirteen looked uncomfortable. The manager walked out of his office, steam seemed to burst from his ears.

"(L/n)! Office! Now!" The manager ordered. (Y/n) groaned and shoved the paper back into her pocket, walking towards the office. A girl dressed in uniform skipped towards table thirteen.

"While (Y/n) is busy I'll continue to serve you!" She cheered, giggling. The two F.A.C.E families glanced between each other.

"What's going to happen to (Y/n)?" Francois asked, mentally rolling his eyes at the girl. The girl giggled, twirling a piece of her hair around her finger.

"Probably get fired~ This was her last chance not to mess up! I'm kinda glad in my opinion. No one here really liked her and she swore a lot. I've heard so many stories about her, she just seems like such a terrible per-" The girl began before Francis stood up, his bangs covering his eyes.

"How dare you judge her without getting to know her. Listening to those petty rumours. Pathetic." He stated. The girl's face filled with shock.

"I bet you just followed everyone else. Calling her names. Did you actually hold a full conversation with her?" Francois asked. The girl began stuttering, trying to form an answer.

"See. You f**king didn't. So don't go f**king spreading rumours you don't f**king know is true." Allen added before placing a 50 on the table. Everyone stood up and walked out of the cafe. Leaving the speechless girl and a silent cafe.