Requested By: kuzomochi_kun
Tag/s: Foreign!Fem!Reader, Platonic
Guide:
(Y/N): Your First Name
2nd Person's POV
"(Y/N)?" you heard a groggy voice call out and saw Albert by the kitchen door.
"Good morning," you greeted, keeping your eyes on what you were cooking.
"It's three in the morning," he yawned with a frown, making his way to you.
He furrowed his brows as he looked over your shoulder, trying to figure out what you were making.
"Homesick?"
"You can say that," you halfheartedly answered, adding some finishing touches to it.
"My mother used to make it for me every day back when I was a kid," you explained, giving him some as you took a bite of yours.
You let out a satisfied sigh as you savored your food while Albert looked at his curiously.
"It's not poisoned," you rolled your eyes, shaking yours.
He shrugged as he took a bite, trying to figure out what flavor it was.
You saw his eyes light up as he looked back at you, making you smile smugly.
"Pretty good, right?" he nodded as he took another bite.
"Your mother's an excellent cook," he complimented, making you lightly laugh.
"Trust me, hers are way better than what I can make," you proudly stated, taking another bite.
"You should make these more often,"
"And feed about ten mouths?" you raised a brow,
"Then ask Louis for help these instead of sneaking into the kitchen in the dead of night,"
"Where's the fun in that?" you chuckled, taking another bite.
"Funny question," another voice chipped in, making you both turn to the door.
The person lit a candle, and you saw Louis, a deep frown etched on his face.
You and Albert quickly his your meals as you wiped your mouth while Albert covered his, still chewing.
"And I suppose you are cleaning up the mess you made, Miss (Y/N)? Unlike other nights," he asked, making you nervously laugh.
"I was starting to think we had rodents in the manor,"
"Of course, of course... Sorry about those," you reassured, making him sigh.
"Clean up before you two go back to bed. You both have a party to attend tomorrow," Louis reminded, making you both greet him goodnight as he went back.
You and Albert sighed in relief, making you lightly laugh.
"We better finish up before Louis comes back," you reminded as you finished your food, dusting off your hands as you put the kitchenware you used in the sink.
"Right, right," he finished his food and took a rag, wiping off the counter you two ate.
"And don't think that food was free. You owe me,"
"Then should I cook something for you?" you could hear the smirk in his voice as you remembered what he cooked the last time he was in the kitchen.
"On second thought, you can just knit me a sweater,"
"Come on...!" you pulled Albert along the boutique as he tried to walk away.
"Why do you even need me here?"
"Because you know more about what dresses are appropriate here than me," he explained with a huff, "And I need someone to pay. My money doesn't really work here, remember?"
"Glad to hear I'm your walking bank," he joked, making you roll your eyes.
"Then how about when we go to my country, I'll treat you to any souvenirs you want?" you suggested, making Albert consider your offer.
"...Throw in you teaching Louis new recipes and helping in the kitchen," he bargained, making you furrow your brows.
"Do you prefer eating stargazy pie every night?" he asked, making you see his point.
"Hm..." you hummed, holding on to your chin.
"Help me with cleaning duties?"
"Deal," he smiled as you both shook your hands on it.
"But did you have to go to the most expensive shops?"
"Yes,"
"What do you think?" you asked, holding out two dresses to Albert.
"I like this one the most," you held up the dress in your favorite color, "But they said this is better for balls," you held the dress recommended by the clerks.
His eyes looked over at both as he checked the fabric.
"This one should be good," he answered, pointing at the one in your favorite color, "I don't think the host of the party is too strict with dress codes,"
You smiled as you went to the dressing room, excited to see how it would look on you.
"Tada!" you grinned as you drew the curtains, showing Albert your dress.
He smiled as you twirled around, admiring yourself in the mirror.
"It looks good on you,"
"Thanks!" you beamed, looking at how the dress moved with you.
"You look stunning, miss!" the clerk beamed, making you smile at her.
"You have such a beautiful wife, Lord Albert," she added, making you stop as you both turned to her.
"Wife?" you asked, making the clerk look at you innocently.
Your face turned pale and twisted in disgust as Albert let out a hearty laugh, walking away with his hand on his stomach.
"OH-GOD- NO, THAT'S DISGUSTING!" you clarified, shaking your hand in protest, "He's practically my brother!"
The clerk gasped as her face became red.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" she apologized profusely, bowing her head.
Albert started to calm down, sniffling as he wiped the tears out of his eyes and sat back down.
"She's just a close friend of mine," Albert smiled as the clerk covered her mouth.
"As she said, she's like the spoiled little sister I never had,"
"Thank you," you exaggerated, making Albert chuckle.
"I-I see... I'm sorry for the confusion," she apologized as Albert reassured her.
"So, we're buying that dress?" Albert asked as you nodded, looking back into the mirror.
"Yep, definitely!" you smiled, swaying your hips as you watched the dress swish along.
"Then I guess we're done,"
"Now, hold on," you grabbed his arm, making him look back at you.
"I still have to pick matching jewelry," you reminded, making Albert scoff.
"You have a jewelry box as big as a crate,"
You groaned as you looked back in the mirror.
"You're no fun, sometimes,"
"Mhm, just wait until we go to your homeland."
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