I have had this idea in my head for a while and a lot of other people of Tumblr seemed to like it so; here it is.

Obviously AU, and maybe OCC. Yao is a cross-dressing flight attendant, if you don't dig that kind of stuff then why are you still here? Ivan is the socially-awkward Co-pilot of the plane he and Yao work on together and Alfred, yes Alfred, is the Main-pilot of the plane. Somethings gonna stir up between the three but I'm not telling what it is. -CACKLES INTO THE NIGHT- OHOOOOONNNN!

OK, anyways I hope you guys like this as much as I do. I know my writing is still a little bumpy but bear with me, alright!

Yao is 27, Ivan is 25, and Alfred is 22.

I DO NOT OWN HETALIA!

On with the story!

'Flight number 21 ready for take off to Osaka, Japan in T-minus 14 minutes. All passengers for flight number 21 please report to the correct terminal for your flight as soon as possible.'

Yao's left honey colored eye twitched at the word 'Japan' as it bounced off the speaker and sounded throughout the entire crowded air port. 'Kiku..' Yao growled. Ever since the gruesome fight that broke out four years ago, Kiku moved back to Japan out of guilt; He and Yao haven't seen or talked to each other since.

Click. Clack. Click. Clack. Yao's Mary-Jane heels made a continuous clicking noise as they hit the hard, cold, perfectly polished linoleum floor as they made their way to Office that occupied the boss, head of the entire airport and employes. Yao kept having to push the skirt down as it kept riding up Yao's backside; it was quiet a pain in the ass.

Literally.

Yao has never worn a skirt before, or a pair of heels at that. In fact; Yao was wearing an entire woman's outfit that his younger, yet 'fashionable' sister picked out.

Yao was wearing a plain black, pressed suit jacket on top of a nice crisp white collared, button-up shirt. A slim pencil skirt to show off Yao's 'curves' and a pair of brown panty hoes to keep it modest and professional. Now...you may be wondering why it's so weird for Yao to be wearing woman's clothing, yes? Well it is a little odd for a MAN to be walking around out in public wearings woman's clothing, isn't it?

Yao was definitely NOT into this kind of stuff, honestly! It's not like he had the choice of wanting to wear this! Yao had just been fired from his previous job; apparently he was late too many times and his strict, but polite Swedish boss had to let him go. Bullshit. That man knew Yao didn't have any kind of transportation so it was impossible to make it to the establishment on time by foot, you know! Without a job Yao was outback, he still had bills to pay, three other mouths to feed, and a brand spanking new hospital bill to payoff! Dammit Yong Soo! The idiot just had to break his arm while trying to wrestle with Mei Mei; they all knew she was a black belt in karate!

Yao let a rather loud, dragged out sigh escape from his lips; today was going to be a long day. He was already getting suspicious and rude stares from every living soul in the building. The women would glare holes into his very existence, a little jealous of his petit stature and the silky brown hair that draped pass his neck and slightly down his tiny shoulders. Whilst the men would stare him up and down, nodding at their friends and snorting like obnoxious pigs, whistling as Yao made his way through the tight crowd. Yao suppressed a violent shiver that had threatened to break out his entire body, he couldn't make it look like he was uncomfortable by these desperate creeps because that would make him more even more suspicious that he already looked; after all Yao was extremely flat-chested for a 'woman'.

'I knew I should of worn a padded bra or at least stuffed my shirt with tissue like I see on the movies all the time, everyone always falls for that!' Yao unconsciously groped at his non-existing breast and frowned, realizing that stuffing a bra really would have improved his 'womanly' figure. He shrugged the thought off as he turned a right corner into a narrow hallway with low hanging signs, some labeled 'Lounge' and 'Security, nothing Yao was looking for. His feet began to ache as he continued cautiously down the dimly lit hall, looking for some sort of sign labeled 'The guy that has you under my control, sorta like a slave'. OK, maybe Yao was over-exaggerating about the whole 'slave' part but it might as well be called that instead of 'employee' because that's basically how jobs worked you; like a slave. Countless back-breaking hours of excruciating headaches and rude customers, oh joy.

Yao stopped complaining in his head as he saw the correct room he was looking for. Above the door hung a golden sign marked 'Boss' in big bold letters. Yao snarled, disgusting choice of colors, he could already tell his boss was more of a dick-head than he was than on the phone. The problem was that; this man was a sexist asshole. Yao called in about the job opening but was denied of the position once he stated his gender to the receptionist that he was talking to. Apparently the 'big man' didn't want men on board his planes unless they were a pilot or a repair man; Yao was neither of those and far from it. The receptionist sent him over to the other line to talk with the boss of the company. Yao had to think quick, was in desperate need of a job and didn't plan on going into prostitution any time soon, so he made his voice a tad bit higher than it really was; attempting to sound like a woman.

And what do you know? It actually worked!

Yao could tell the guy was a total creeper over the phone, he kept steering toward questions that had nothing to do with the job like 'What is your cup size?' and 'What is the color of the underwear you're wearing right now?' Yao would have told him to shove it where the sun don't shine but he was in need of a job and this was the only thing he could get at the moment. Yao lifted his hand to the door knob and gripped it slowly, but before he could twist it to let it open a large hand had found it's way onto his right shoulder. He jumped at the contact and turned around quickly to glare at the person who dare lay their filthy fingers on his body, he was gonna let them have a piece of his mind. Once he manged to shrug the hand off of his shoulder and turn fully toward the stranger he noticed he wasn't staring at a face or even a set of shoulders, but at some man's chest obviously because all he could see was the front of a pale white suit and a crisp black tie.

Yao's breath caught in his throat as he craned his neck to glance up at this persons face and the first thing he noticed was his nose.

Christ this man had quite a large nose.

It was kind of cute.

Yao noticed the man was quivering slightly and stood in a nervous stance eyes darting from side to side, never looking Yao straight in the eye. Well the man was obviously a complete giant compared to Yao, Yao just barely met his shoulders. He had a round face and chubby cheeks that were coated in a light tint of pink and around his ears. Yao just wanted to pinch them both in between his fingers and squeeze tightly, they were so chubby he was literally gushing! His hair was blonde, but more on the dirty blonde side and it stopped right at the middle of his neck. The color of his eyes were a mesmerizing shade or purple, or perhaps violet. Also he had on a long pale scarf; wasn't it too hot for that?

Before Yao could ask the mysterious stranger what he needed, he interrupted him before he could speak. "U-um y-you might want to knock before you open the door and all...n-not trying to be a know-it-all but I know that boss doesn't like it when people don't knock... I'm sorry for interrupting you please don't hate me ma'am I was just trying to help because I did see you wondering around here earlier because you looked a little confused, and sorry that sounded kind of weird oh gosh I'm sorry!" The words that left his mouth flew out faster than a speeding bullet from a hand-gun and Yao barely processed what he said.

"H-hey! Slow down big guy I can barely hear what you're saying with you talking that fast! Also, it's alright I don't hate you, why would you assume that?"

He began to fidget with his scarf awkwardly between his fingers "A-ah...well you see..I am not very good with new people...or p-pretty ladies at that...you are quiet lovely, da?" A bright red began to spread from his cheeks and to his ears yet again.

Yao couldn't take it anymore, he had to have those chubby cheeks in his hand; NOW! He literally squealed, a manly squeal mind you and latched on to both sides of his face and squeezed tightly gushing at how they seemed to melt between his fingers. "Aiyah, soooo cute!"

"Ow! Hey that h-hurts!" The man whined, a pout now clear and his eyebrows furrowed. Realizing he let his liking for cute things get the best of him, Yao quickly withdrew his hands back and apologized quietly, looking down at his feet in shame and embarrassment.

"It's alright but..promise not to do it again, OK? My cheeks are a little sor-"

"Hey there, what's a pretty lady like you doing around a commie like that?" A loud and obnoxious American accent burst throughout the hall, interrupting him before he could finish his sentence.

"Oh no.." He sighed before face palming and letting his shoulders slump more than they already were. Yao looked up and saw a figure advancing toward them in a quick stepped pace. All of a sudden and in a flash, Yao saw the other man he was previously chatting with get shoved over roughly and collided with the hard floor with an 'Oomph!' and a thud. Yao shoved past the other weirdo and bended over the help him stand up again, not realizing that he was indeed wearing a skirt, and also that he was a indeed; a man.

"Woah there little lady, don't you think it's a little to early in the relationship to be showing me all your goodies? Not that I don't min-!"

SMACK!

A loud ear-splitting smack echoed off the walls of the building and a "Ouch, hey that really hurt what was that for? I'm Alfred F. Jones, you can't hurt the hero, you bit-!" "Oomph, ahh shit my spleeeeennn..." Then this so called 'Alfred' fell to the floor with a thump, face first and surprisingly unconscious with his butt in the air. Yao's breath got caught in his throat once more and he jumped, obviously startled by Alfred hitting the floor face first. He turned around to see who had hit him and it was oddly, but not surprisingly was the man he was having a conversation with before standing up with a creepy lop-sided smile plastered across his face.

He held out a large hand "My apologies I forgot to introduce myself, how silly of me to forget! My name is Ivan Bragisky and I really hate Alfred F. Jones. It is a pleasure to meet you, pretty lady!"

TBC...

AW YIS I'M DONE WITH THE FIRST CHAPTER! Now all I gotta do is go update the other story...Christ...Oh well, I hope you guys enjoyed this, if it gets good feedback then I will gladly continue this story! Please point out spelling errors and what nots! Thank you for reading my story!

Reviews would be lovely...please.. ;W;

EDIT: Spelling and grammar fixed!