Authors Note: I mean no offense to any British people, I don't live in England and have never been there so if I get some of my facts, and locations wrong don't hate me. Enjoy.

Warning: None.

Chapter 1

Albert W. looked at his aging father who had called him on urgent business. Personally Albert had come hoping his father was dyeing and wanted to give him a few last words, but no, the stubborn a** wanted him to do something for him.

"Son, I need to request a favor from you, as you know I am merging our business with the Redfield Health Corp. the CEO is sending his son over to establish the UK offices, he will be staying with us, I expect you to be polite with him and show him around, got it?"

"Of course father, I would be happy to assist you in any way." Wesker gritted his teeth inwardly. How dare his father ask him to babysit some ignorant American? "What is his name?"

"Christopher, Christopher Redfield."

What kind of person will you be, Christopher?

…

Wesker leaned against the wall at the airport, taking a moment to look over the documents he requested from his assistant, detailing Redfield's past and present.

Christopher Redfield, he's 20 years old, wants to join the Air Force however his father forbids him. High school grades are average at best, and he was constantly being sent to the office. He got in numerous fights over almost nothing.

Looks like his father doesn't know what to do with him…

Wesker flipped the page; staring back at him was a handsome young man with a stupid smile on his face. Why would his father ask him to watch a child? Hadn't he proved himself capable of doing more?

"Excuse me; you wouldn't happen to be Albert Wesker would you?"

Wesker glanced up from the documents and met the gaze of none other than Christopher Redfield. Wesker could already tell this boy would be a nuisance to him, he was wearing baggy jeans and a black Metallica shirt, his hair was a mess and he was holding a duffle bag that had seen better days.

Wesker gave him a polite smile "Yes, I assume you must be Mr. Redfield-"

"Please, call me Chris." The burnet insisted.

"Christopher, would you like to change?"

"Why? What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" The burnet looked down at his clothes seeing no issue with them. Wesker frowned, he could find many issues with the burnets attire.

"Well, were heading to a board meeting immediately, I thought you knew."

"Oh, I do know, I was going to wear this." The young man stared at the blond not realizing anything was wrong. "Where's the car? Can we take a double Decker bus?"

Wesker looked at the young man shocked. "I must insist you change, I don't know how they do things in America, but I can not let you attend this meeting looking like that. All of the higher up will be meeting you for the first time, you don't want them thinking your unprofessional. Don't forget your representing your fathers company."

Chris shrugged. "I couldn't care less of what they think of my appearance, as long as I'm polite."

Wesker rolled his eyes, if this boy wanted to look like a slob so be it. Turning he began walking to the exit doors of the Airport, Chris was right behind him. After leaving the building the blond lead the burnet to a waiting car, sliding into the back seat Wesker waited for Chris to put his stuff in the trunk and join him.

"Where to sir?" The Chuffer inquired.

"My fathers work place." Wesker turned his attention to the passing crowd; he enjoyed watching people go about their daily lives, he was always curious about wear they were going and why.

"See anything interesting, Al?"

Wesker slowly turned to the burnet, "What did you just call me?"

Chris grinned, "I called you Al, and you know its short for Albert. Like how I told you to call me Chris. I figured if were going to be friends we should be more relaxed with the names."

"I apologize if I offend you, but were business associates not friends." Wesker turned back to the window.

"Oh, well I think of you as a friend, I hope one day you think of me the same way." Chris smiled at the man who was clearly ignoring him. He wasn't lying when he said he hoped Wesker would be his friend. There was something about the older gentleman that Chris liked, he made him feel relaxed. He also liked Wesker's 'I don't give a s*** if you get offended' attitude. Chris gazed at him a few seconds longer before turning his attention out the window as well. England was cloudy but so was New York on occasion, Chris wondered if Claire would like England, she had certainly wanted to come after watching Mary Poppins.

"Were here."

Chris jumped at the suddenness of Wesker's voice.

Well, here we go…

…

Chris flopped down on the soft king size bed. Nothing went right, at the meeting he looked like a complete idiot, apparently asking people their names is not ok. Chris was glad to be heading to Wesker's house, of course that was before he walked through the door and discovered that the house was the size of a hotel. Wesker proved to be no help leaving Chris at the door and vanishing down one of the many hallways branching off the entry way. Lucky for him, one of the staff was there and gave him a short tour on the way to his room.

"The whole house is one big maze, Mr. Wesker's 7 times great grandfather built it back when you were allowed to own slaves, however, because there was always the risk of being murdered in your sleep by the slaves, he decided to conceal all the bed rooms in an intricate puzzle. Some stairwells lead to walls, doors will open up to walls and windows would lead to green houses that had no exit. Tell me Mr. Redfield, have you ever seen the movie Rose Red?"

Chris looked at the attractive young maid and gave her one of his killer smiles, "I saw it when I was younger, and it scared the crap out of me."

The women giggled and looked away shyly, "Well this house is built almost like that except it doesn't change daily."

The women stopped at a door "Here we are, this is where you will be sleeping. If there's anything wrong with it let me know."

"Thanks, would you mind showing me to the food in this place? I'm starving."

"Of course Mr. Redfield right this wa-"

"It's ok Heather, I'll take him."

Chris turned to look at Wesker; he was walking out of a hole in the wall.

"Where did you come from?"

"My room."

"In the wall!"

"It's a hidden room."

Chris shook his head was he ever going to get use to these odd English people, the burnet rushed after the blond who never seemed to announce when he was leaving or coming. After a few twist and turns going down some stairs and up a ramp, they arrived at what appeared to be an empty room.

"So, where's the food?" Chris inquired.

Wesker barely glanced over at the young man before walking over to a section of the wall and placing his hand on the wall, without warning a clear touch screen keyboard popped out of the wall.

"What do you want to eat?"

"What?" Chris looked at Wesker confused.

"What are you craving?" The blond asked.

"Uhh, how about a cheeseburger?"

"You're in England and you want a cheeseburger?"

"Yeah, why?"

Wesker mumbled something.

"What?" Chris demanded.

"I said 'you fat a** American'."

It started as a low rumble and grew to a loud roar of laughter, Chris was laughing so hard he was holding his stomach. He finally managed to get out, "I- I guess it, haha, does, ha, seem that way, HAHAHA."

Wesker raised a blond eyebrow, turned back to the keyboard and began typing, after a few seconds a hole opened up and a cheeseburger, steaming hot came out on a dish. Chris stopped laughing and gazed in amazement, at the cheeseburger which had appeared from no where.

"How did you do that?"

"Oh, it was just a little thing I invented when I was your age." Wesker leaned against the wall, and watched the younger man pick up the cheeseburger in awe.

"You invented that when you were 21!" Chris was shocked that something like this existed 10 years ago.

"More or less, didn't you know Christopher, I'm a prodigy." Something flashed in Wesker's eyes.

Is that anger? Or something else?

"Well, if that's all you need, I will be heading to bed. Goodnight, Christopher." The blond shrugged off the wall and disappeared around a corner, moving silent as a cat. The confused young man looked down at the cheeseburger growing cold in his hand.

How the f*** am I suppose to get back to my room...

…

Wesker leaned back against the wall of his bedroom as he watched the fine blood red wine swirl around in the glass he was holding. This Christopher Redfield had made a bad impression on the board with his sloppy clothes, and poorly thought out questions. He had no one to blame but himself, yet, Wesker felt badly for him. He didn't like watching the young man struggle to correct himself and squirm awkwardly among all the business people in suits. A knock at the door shook the blond man out of his thoughts; he walked over to the door and opened it to discover one of the maids there.

"Mr. Wesker, this message just arrived for you from Mr. Salisbury."

Wesker took the envelop covered in elegant gold letters. "Thank you."

The blond closed the door; Mr. Salisbury was one of the most important people his family knew. They had personal dealings with each other when Wesker opened an office in a city of the same name located in Wiltshire, southwestern England. The blond man opened the envelope and looked at the card inside. It was an invite to a masked ball, on the 17th of April, dress formal. Wesker sighed; the ball was three days away, that wasn't nearly enough time to find something for the burnet slob to wear.

Maybe he can wear something of mine…

Authors Note: Done with the first chapter in two days. Obviously I'm bored on spring break, to bad school starts on Tuesday. I hoped you enjoyed the chapter I apologize for all the spelling mistakes and run-on sentences.