AN: Hey guys! So regardless of the pairings mentioned above, this story is a Franada/FrUK/UKUS/ AmeCan story. Yeah that's how much drama there is. So hope you enjoy it!

Matthew was having a very excellent day. Matthew always had great days since his nature permitted him to be completely oblivious to anything that would cause one to have a bad mood, but this day was particularly different. Because today, he had finally acquired the job he had always wanted. Well, not exactly what he always wanted, but a job nonetheless. No more living off of Alfred in his dusty old apartment in Brooklyn. He could officially live in downtown Manhattan.

Granted, his new job wasn't exactly ideal but Matthew was quite adjustable to most circumstances. So when he received news that his resume was most adequate and that he was the perfect candidate to be the secretary for a very big business man, Matthew was delighted.

And today was also the day when he would finally meet his new boss. As a child, Matthew had always pictured working under a very good natured boss who he could rely on completely and could invite him over to dinner from time to time. At least, that's what happened in the soap operas. So you could imagine his nervousness and excitement as he stepped into the grand glass elevator and pressed the button to go to the 82nd floor- the highest in the building.

Unfortunately, 82 floors was a long distance to cover and no amount of impatient foot tapping was making the smooth elevator go any faster so Matthew took to the scenery below. The smoky Manhattan landscape was captivating with the many peaks of skyscrapers that all seemed to tickle the marmalade sun. The teeming traffic below only became smaller and smaller, much to Matthew's amusement. He'd never been up so high before since most of his life had been spent on second floor apartments with nasty neighbors.

A startling Ding! pulled him out of his daydreams as the doors of the elevator opened, revealing a wonderfully lit hallway with caramel walls and a lush velvet red carpet, which was so soft, Matthew could feel his foot sink into it. Clearly someone had expensive taste.

Straightening his tie and pulling back his shoulders, Matthew drew in a deep breath and made his way to the giant mahogany reception desk which seemed to be guarding the hallway that led to two exquisite crystalline doors-behinds which, Matthew knew, sat his new-and first- boss.

"E-excuse me," he stuttered slightly to the admittedly attractive lady sitting in front of the computer. Her nametag read Elizabeta Hedervary. It was pretty.

She looked up from the stack of paperwork in front of her and peered at him with kind eyes.

"Yes?"

"Um, I was hired as a new secretary?" Matthew replied, silently cursing himself at how he had already lost some of his confidence. "I was told to start today."

Ms. Hedervary's eyes glowed with recognition as she quickly wheeled around in her chair and started grabbing papers and a clipboard. She then stood up and held out her hand.

"Yes! You must be Matthew Williams! Welcome to Bonnefoy Industries," she exclaimed as she handed what was in her hands to Matthew. She then pointed behind her desk and towards the crystal doors. "You'll find Mr. Bonnefoy in there. But you may have to wait for a minute. I believe he currently has a visitor."

Matthew nodded and smiled, glad for the very warm welcome. "Thank you so much miss."

Ms. Hedervary chuckled and winked. "No problem. And if you ever need any help, just come ask me."

"I'll be sure to remember that. Thanks!"

Matthew turned towards the crystal doors and started to walk towards them.

"Oh and Mr. Williams!" he heard Ms. Hedervary call from behind them.

"Yes?" he asked, pushing his glasses up his nose and looking over his shoulder.

Ms. Hedervary smiled the kindest smile Matthew had ever seen. "I hope you stay for a long while. It's been a while since Mr. Bonnefoy had a long term secretary. And you seem very sweet."

Matthew couldn't help but blush a little at her last comment and he uttered a final thank you before pondering the rest of her statement. A while since a long term secretary huh? Matthew peered at the beautiful doors through his glasses as he approached them nervously. What kind of man sat behind those doors?

He stopped when he was about an inch from the doors and held his hand up to knock when his action was interrupted by two faint yet clearly upset voices. Matthew was aware that eavesdropping was extremely rude, but it was his guilty pleasure and he couldn't stop himself from pressing his ear to the doors.

"I can't believe you Francis! We were supposed to be in it together! Do you know how much money I've lost in this deal! You friggin sold me out you wanker!"

The voice was slightly garbled and had a distinct British accent. His voice held such discontent and disgust that Matthew knew if he was the one receiving those insults, he would have curled into a corner.

"I did not sell you out Arthur. The loss is unfortunate but it has nothing to do with me. I swear."

This voice was solemn, sober and definitely French. This voice also, Matthew deduced, was the voice of his boss Francis Bonnefoy.

"Like I'm going to believe that!" spat the English one, Arthur. "Your words are always empty promises and they never mean anything. I can't believe I trusted you with this! I can't believe I trusted you at all!"

"Arthur, you are bringing other matters into this and being irrational. Lay off the wine and go home."

Matthew heard a few more extremely hurtful insults before he realized that angry footsteps were heading towards the doors. However, it was a bit too late and before he knew it, the doors had opened inwards and he was facing a very angry and equally handsome Englishman. For a second, in all the confusion, Arthur blinked back his anger and looked curiously at the slightly shaking Matthew. Then he sneered and glanced back over his shoulder.

"Looks like you've got another prey, Francis."

Matthew heard the other man slam his hand on his desk.

"Arthur!"

Arthur plastered a look of disgust on his face and finally stomped down the hallway and past the mahogany desk towards the elevators. A startled Matthew watched him walk away and then turned to face the man left in the room.

Francis Bonnefoy was leaning on his desk, a mixture of sadness and anger painted on his fair face. He then sighed and pulled his silky, blonde hair behind his ears, revealing ocean blue eyes that were filled with regret. For a moment, he didn't seem to notice Matthew for faint traces of Arthur's departure still played in his eyes. And then his blue met Matthew's gray. Drawing in a large sigh, he sat back down in his chair and replaced his remorse with a cheerful and eloquent smile.

"Bienvenue!" he greeted Matthew, motioning for him to take a seat in the leather chair across his desk. "You must be Mattieu."

Matthew nodded slowly as he hastily sat in plush chair- he quite liked how his name sounded in a French accent- trying to act as if he hadn't seen anything. Trying to act as if he couldn't see behind that false smile.

"Yes. It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Bonnefoy."

Really hope you liked the first chapter. I know a lot didn't happen but it's an introduction. But Umm yeah just review. I kinda need to know whether the story should end up with FrUK or Franada because I'm honestly torn in two. Thanks!