My first ever attempt at writing a story for a yaoi couple! Please forgive me if it sucks! DX
I do not own Hetalia, but if I did, USUK would have been together already! : D
Enjoy!
The Moe of All Moe
"Seriously dude! Those meetings are way too long!" The American boy complained to the much more petite man walking next to him.
A sigh sounded from said petite man. "Really, Alfred. Those meetings don't last more than two hours. That's hardly something to get worked up over." He reprimanded. The American still whined in disagreement though.
"But that's because your old and have nothing to do with your life! I still have my whole life ahead of me!"
"OLD? I'm only 5 years older then you, you overgrown whelp!" The petite man protested, large eyebrows narrowing with anger.
"Practically ancient, Artie." The American teased, brushing off the seething glare of his British friend.
The Britain huffed and folded his arms over his chest, pouting slightly. The American turned away slightly to hide the slight blush that was forming on his cheeks from the Brit's expression.
'Too damn cute for his own good!' Alfred groaned inwardly.
Whether Arthur would admit to it or not, everyone knew he probably the cutest face in the entire department (smiling, scowling, pouting, etc.).
"Why Angleterre~! l'Amérique~! What luck it was to run into you two!"
The two turned to see their flamboyant Frenchman of a colleague, Francis, coming their way.
"Well isn't it quite unfortunate for us than, isn't it?" Arthur replied snootily. The Frenchman didn't seemed to be fazed by the Englishman's insult, much to the his disappointment.
"I was just passing by some of the departments downstairs and overheard the plans for the company party! It's supposedly going to be quite the bash!" Francis gleefully gossiped.
Arthur rolled his eyes.
"Why should we care? Those parties always end with everyone drunk and passed out in some place or another of this building." he stated hotly.
"Coming from the master of doing just that." Alfred added jokingly.
"Belt up!" Arthur snapped, only getting a bout of laughter as his reply.
Francis didn't seemed at all surprised to see the two squabble and only waited for enough silence to continue.
"I also hear a bunch of big shots are coming too. Thinking of strike some business deals with the bosses upstairs." Francis continued, obviously trying to catch the Brit's interest in the party in someway.
"We're a insurance company that specializes in covering businesses and families. What's big to us?" Arthur bluntly inquired. Francis's eyes seemed to take on a rather creepy looking gleam and the Brit did well to step back.
"Only one of the best modeling companies in this city! I hear the company owner of Garçons Mignons is going to be there! Ah ~ Capturer la forme du corps humain est un art!" Francis went into a string of French Arthur didn't bother to learn after his long acquaintanceship with the Frenchman.
"Well that's all jolly good for you, but as for me, I plan to do something constructive." Arthur replied, putting the files he was holding into his suitcase.
"Still having trouble paying your rent this month, I heard?" Francis quipped, grin forming as the Britain sent him a sharp look.
"I could help you out with that~ for a price of course~!" Francis leered a bit. Arthur didn't hesitate to slap the Frenchman's wandering hand away from any part of his body.
"It's not that I'm having trouble, I would just prefer not to live the rest of my life living from paycheck to paycheck." Arthur responded heatedly, obviously attending to end the conversation as quickly as possible.
Alfred through his arm over Arthur's shoulder and laughed.
"Guess that constant burning down of your kitchen is finally taking its toll on ya, huh?" Alfred joked, pulling the now flushed Britain even closer to his side.
"Y-you git! Release me now!" Arthur squeaked embarrassedly. Alfred only laughed a little more until the Brit's face was in his neck, breathing his hot breath onto it. Quickly realizing just how stimulating the breath was becoming, Alfred pulled back as casually as he could without it seeming too sudden.
Francis, who had been watching the scene, could have wept at the lack of amor in his presence. Just as he was about to call the two out on the UST, a sudden idea struck his mind. Careful to escape the two men's presence without being noticed, Francis made his way back to his office.
He inwardly smirked as he picked up a magazine from the stack on top of his desk.
'I think I have a way to make us all happy~ and no way for me to get blamed if it goes wrong!'
Arthur sighed as he left the umpteenth building that day with no luck of finding a practicable job that wouldn't interfere with his daily schedules.
"At this rate, there won't be any places left but those stupid fast food places Alfred enjoys far too much…" Arthur muttered to himself as he crossed off another job on the newspaper in his hand.
Just when he was ready to hail for a taxi and call it a night, he was suddenly tapped on the shoulder. Arthur turned to see a man with slicked back blonde hair and wearing a rather lavish looking suit. He examined Arthur's face for a moment before grinned and took Arthur's hand and shook it eagerly.
"Hello! My name is Emmanuel Bernard. I'm an agent over at Garçons Mignons and you seem like someone who would look great in front of the camera!" The man greeted cheerfully, taking a business card out of his pocket and all but shoving it in Arthur's face.
Arthur looked from the business card to the man and slightly flushed.
"I'm very sorry, but I doubt I could be of much of a model." Arthur insisted, bowing his head slightly to further the point.
The man's grin didn't waver. "We don't ask for you to have experience." Emmanuel pressed, obviously not quite ready to give up yet.
"I appreciate the offer, but I really have no time to fit in something else into my already tight schedule." Arthur pressed back, hoping the guy would take the hint.
He didn't. If anything, he doubled his efforts.
"We can work things around your schedule. Our top priority is to make sure our clients are very much comfortable with our services." Emmanuel continued, grinning at the surprised look that took over Arthur's features.
"The job also pays pretty well." Emmanuel added, last ditch effort to grab the Brit's interest.
It did, Arthur's eyes lit up with a hint of curiosity.
"Really… And you're saying I can schedule this as I suit fitting?" Arthur questioned turning the business card around in his palm.
Emmanuel grinned and nodded his head vigorously.
"Of course! Just call our number and schedule your appointment to any date you please. With in reason of course. We do have the next magazine coming out pretty soon." Emmanuel replied, excitement already evident in his tone.
Arthur nodded his consent and quickly gave Emmanuel a handshake before a taxi finally pulled over next to him.
"See you!" Emmanuel called out as Arthur's taxi drove off.
Inside the taxi, Arthur still was flipping the business card over in his palm.
"Garçons Mignons, huh? Why does that ring a bell?" Arthur muttered to himself.
That's the first chapter! Review! And please don't flame (I don't think my poor yaoi fan girl heart could take it!) DX