Office Relations

by Lily Icerem

China didn't want to be on an island in the middle of nowhere with the rest of the countries. Their bosses were furious with what they had done... The meetings were already enough, and now he had to spend everyday working in the same place as them? Yao was NOT happy... except a certain Russian was going to be there... maybe this wasn't going to be as bad as he thought it would be.

1. Employer Conspiracy

Office Relations

Lily Icerem

Chapter 1: Employer Conspiracy

(Posted: 26/11/12)

(Edited: 17/04/13)

A/N:Hello, this is my second fic and is my first Hetalia fic! So please go easy, yeah? Okay, so this might seem a little like a crack fic at first, but it really isn't once I get into the whole thing, it'll make more sense. I'm trying to keep these chapters short this time 'round. (I take my other fic WAY too seriously).

Genre:Romance/Humour

Pairings:RoChu (my OTP), USUK, GerIta, GiriPan, SuFin, Spamano, France/Joan of Arc, PruCan, Australia/New Zealand, Austria/Hungary and echoes of The Flying Pangle (Hungary/Prussia, Austria/Prussia, Austria/Hungary)… I think that's it for now… there might be more…

Warnings!There are no warnings for this chapter… the rating willgo up in the future, but for now, there's nothing to worry about. I do tend to swear a bit in my author's note, so sorry if I offend anyone.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or any of its characters. (Please note that these get weirder every time).

Enjoy!

Yao walked through the bustling street towards to the airport, tying his hair up as he went. He knew it had been a bad idea to travel to England at the last minute to the World Conference, but he was so busy the day before and there was no getting away from what he had to do. Paperwork had alarmingly risen from the floor to the roof of his house. There was hardly any place to walk in his study, papers piled on the ground, while folders were stacked high and hazardously everywhere. Even thinking about the appalling mess made him shiver. Yao had always liked his house to be neat and tidy. Lecturing his siblings about it had become a common pastime. If they were to find out about the state of his home, then he would have had to live his life in a hole. The enormous amount of paperwork was why China had to stay behind. If he left that much work behind, he would found a house filled to the brim with paper when he returned. He had wondered at some point whether or not he would have been able to open the door. Thus, Yao remained at home finishing his work, reducing the load he would have come back to. It was a good idea, well, at first that is. Unfortunately, Yao had stayed up incredibly late - or early if you look at it the other way - signing papers, as a result he fell asleep hunched over the table. That meant he never heard his alarm, making him late. That morning Yao had woken up with a cramp in his sensitive back and a very large headache which was still happily pounding away in his brain because he did not have time to take anything for his aching body.

Bumping into a couple of people while wheeling his suitcase around, the polite nation sent out a string of apologies as he sped toward his destination. Yao sighed, tucking a stray bit of hair behind his face. In his rush, China had to do his hair during his travel. Unfortunately, that wasn't possible due to the crazy taxi driver who had speed through at least fifteen red lights throughout the trip. In his daze, Yao paid the man and raced away from the manic who in turn pulled out dangerously from the parking, nearly running over a poor old lady in the process. Normally Yao would have gone out of his way to help her, but he was going to be late. All in all, his morning hadn't been exactly pleasant.

Distracted by the sound a loud crash, Yao looked over his shoulder to find that there had been a small collision of travel trollies. Luggage and personal littered the ground. The owners were busy picking things up, while angrily cursing one other for not looking where they were going. He shook his head only to crash face first into a tall western looking man.

"I'm very sorry," apologised Yao before continuing to walk, but he was stopped by a hand gripping his arm.

"Yao-Yao, where are you going?"

There was only one person who would say his name like that, "Ivan?" Yao was shocked, why was Russia going there? "What do you mean, aru? I'm going to the World Conference. It is this evening, aru. If we don't get a move on, you and I will be late."

Ivan smiled fondly at his neighbour's flustered face, 'Yao-Yao is so cute, da?'he thought. "No need to worry, the meeting was moved tomorrow. So slow down, da?"

"What?" Yao started, but shook his head. "No, I need to go anyway. The jet's pilot gets very grumpy when I'm late." He pulled his arm away from Ivan, walking away.

"Ah, but I think you've forgotten something, da?" Russian grinned. "You don't have a jet."

The reminder made China stop in his tracks. The truth dawned on him heavily. Of course he didn't have a jet. Well, Yao didbefore some complete idiot -cough-America-cough- decided that he would try a dangerous stunt he had seen on the internet evolving a privet jet, a flamethrower yielding manic (Prussia) and five and a half tones of un-popped popcorn. Let's just say it ended with an angry China, a pissed off flaming dragon-boss (no pun intended, those imbeciles lit Yao's boss' hair mane on fire in the process) and one very unusable jet.

"Aiyaa," exclaimed China desperately. "How am I supposed to get to the conference now?" He turned slowly around to face Russia, "Is this why you're here, aru?"

"I am a good neighbour, da?" smiled Ivan innocently.

"I-," Yao shook his head, "How did you know I would forget, aru?"

A dark aura started to appear around the tall intimidating man, "Yao-Yao, you did not answer my question. I am not a good neighbour?"

'Aiyaa, someone's touchy today,'thought Yao. "Yes, you are a good neighbour, aru." He sighed as Ivan's face lit up, he could be so easily pleased sometimes. "Now will you answer my question, aru? How did you know I would forget?"

"Apparently your boss called my boss to tell me to pick you up," the smiling Russia shrugged.

"Our bosses don't really get along, aru. What's with the sudden change in relation?"

"I don't know, but I think we should get a move on, da?" Ivan asked. He picked up Yao's suitcase and gestured the Asian country to follow him.

"Aiyaa, Ivan, I can carry that myself, aru," Yao complained, but he only got a slight shrug from the Russian. "Wait for me!"

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"Are you really sure that you don't know why our bosses are acting strange lately, aru?" Yao asked, sitting down on the couch.

Russia mindlessly threw Yao's luggage to an unsuspecting flight attendant (who, in his distraught, managed to catch it) and sat down across from his Asian neighbour. "I don't know, but it could be what Arthur wants to talk about. I think it was something to do with our bosses being a little angry with us. England thinks that they may be conspiring against us."

"Come on, aru. What are the chances that our bosses are conspiring against their own workers? Shouldn't it be the other way around?" asked Yao in a doubting tone. "What can they do? Commit mutiny?"

Ivan only shrugged, relaxing into his seat. There were a lot of things that their bosses were capable of. It wasn't all that long ago when their bosses had forced them to do things that the nations did not want to do. Just because they hadn't done it for a while, didn't mean that they had given up on the action. "Go to sleep, Yao-Yao, there is no point thinking about it too much. We will know when we get there."

China sighed deeply, Ivan was right, there really wasn't any point in dwelling into the subject. Thinking too much in his state, would just give him a bigger headache. Although he had questioned Russia's reasoning, Yao couldn't help but think that maybe there wassomething that their bosses weren't telling them. It wouldn't have been the first time they had done something to them, but what were the chances?

Just like his neighbour, China laid his head back against the plush, leather-lined seat. Letting his heavy eyelids close, Yao fell into an uneasy sleep. He thought that it was impossible for their bosses to be planning something, but it the back his mind, he knew there was something sinister going on.

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A/N:Okay, so tell me what you think. Reviews will ALWAYS be appreciated.

A 'thanks' to my beta, Baylee Shadow and I bid you all a good night (or day)…

This is me, being me (bored, tired and NOT cold, it's nearly summer).

~Lily Icerem~