Hello me again :3 I know I should finish a story before starting a new one. But this was all Ewonsama and Macstooge's faults! I was joking around with the idea of writing a German fic to help improve my skills and they told me to start it xD This was meant to be a oneshot but it would have been way too long and I didn't want to have it sitting around too long and I'd end up forgetting about it lol.
Disclaimer! I tried to not use an online translator and mostly used my German books for referance so the German in here might not be exact :3
And a big big thanks to Madame Marmelade for correcting some German errors in this and the next chapter!
Axel took a big breath as he stepped into Hotel Palace Berlin. The place was huge! The lobby itself was a grand thing to see. There were red and tan couches everywhere with sweet smelling flowers on every end table. The natural light made a nice touch, along with the plush beige carpet that was so soft; Axel could practically feel it's softness through his shiny dress shoes.
"Entschuldingung, willkommen im Hotel Palace Berlin. Womit kann ich Ihnen behilflich sein?" A pretty brunette sitting behind the front desk called to Axel to grab his attention. The distracted redhead took one more look of aw around the room before grabbing his suitcase and making his way up to the front counter, "Name, bitte?" She asked once Axel was close enough.
The lanky man looked down at the German speaking woman in confusion, "I'm sorry, I don't know German. Do you or a co-worker speak English?" He politely asked in a slow voice hoping she understood him.
"Welcome to the Hotel Palace Berlin. Name please?" The woman spoke with a thick accent that Axel still had a bit of trouble understanding her, but it was better than her using her native tongue he supposed.
"Axel Cabral. My boss, Xemnas Price made the reservation." The man said as he dug through his wallet to extract his I.D. to show the woman so she could check him in.
She took the license with one hand while continued to type into her computer at the same time, her small, dark eyes on the monitor the whole time. She didn't talk to Axel for a few minutes making the redhead feel uncomfortable. He let his acid green eyes travel around the lobby as his fingers drummed on the counter top.
After a good ten minutes of an eerie silence the worker finally spoke, "You'll be staying in room 813. Herr Price has paid for everything so you can do and use anything you'll like. Have a nice stay Herr Cabral." The woman said with a smile as she handed Axel his room keys and a small brochure that advertised everything the hotel offered.
Axel took the keys with a polite thanks before grabbing his suitcase and walking towards the nearest set of elevators. The redhead had been sent on this little trip from his boss with the promises of a promotion if he did things right and didn't fuck up too bad. All he had to do was meet up with a business partner and escort his son back to America where he would be starting his freshman year of college. Sounds easy enough right? Well it wouldn't be. The partner in question, Luxord Kress, wasn't on good terms with Mr. Price, so if Axel did anything to mess this up there was a pretty good chance he'd lose his job. And he only had five days to collect the boy and leave.
The elevator dinged as it landed on the ground floor. An elderly couple slowly shuffled off the lift mumbling apologies in some language Axel didn't know; probably French or Italian but he couldn't put his finger on it. Once they were out of his way, Axel climbed abroad and pressed the button for his floor and leaned against the wall while the elevator slowly climbed the eight floors.
It didn't take that much longer for the man to make it to his room. His jaw dropped as he looked at his room. It was just as beautiful as the rest of the hotel. One wall was just a giant window that looked out to the streets and it was such nice view for people watching, even though the redhead knew he wouldn't have time for that. The bed was large enough to fit a least five fully grown people in it. Right across from the bed was a desk and a large flat screen mounted above it. The chair and small love seat in the corner were a nice touch too. There was plenty drawers and desk room for Axel to unpack, but that was too much work for the lazy business man and he decided to live out of his suit case.
With an overdramatic yawn, Axel kicked off his shoes and belly flopped onto the bed like a tired five year old. After the long trip he had, the man did feel like a sleepy five year old who was denied his nap. He pulled his phone out of his pants pocket to check the time, 'Okay I have time for an hour nap before I have to shower and dress to meet Mr. Kress.' Axel mentally told himself as he set an alarm to wake him up at the time. Couldn't be showing up late now could he? That'd make a bad first impression and reflect badly on his boss.
After setting his alarm the tired man crawled under the sheets to his large bed and fell asleep on almost as soon as his head hit the pillow
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'Crap! Crap! Crap!' Axel mentally yelled at himself as he ran down the street towards the café he was meeting Mr. Kress and his son at. He kept hitting the snooze button on his phone and by the time he did wake up, Axel was slowly running out of time. He jumped out of the bed and pulled out a nice suite out of his suitcase. It was a bit wrinkled and Axel hoped that small detail wouldn't set the important man off. He needed to make a good impression or kiss his well-paying job goodbye. He also had to skip his shower and hope to God he didn't smell like an armpit.
Axel made it to the small café without getting killed or running into anyone. The place was called Café de Paris. It was only a ten minute walk from the hotel but Axel only had five to get there without being late. He managed to stumble into the café with a minute to spare. He walked up towards a waitress and asked if Mr. Kress and his son were already there. The small woman nodded her head and led the American towards a table near the back where two blonds were sitting.
Once green eyes landed on the smaller blond, Axel's breath caught in his throat. He was beautiful. His hair was the prefect shade of gold and went up in cute spikes that leaned a bit towards the right. His bright blue eyes light up as he laughed at something his father said to him. And that smile. Axel had to stop himself from swooning from how bright and gorgeous it was.
Two pairs of blue eyes looked up as he approached the table, "Hello. I'm Axel Cabral, I work for Heart Inc." The redhead introduced himself with his hand stuck out towards the older blond to shake.
"Luxord Kress," The man said grabbing the offered hand, "This is my son Roxas." He gestured towards the young boy. Luxord's accent took Axel by surprised. He was fluent and the redhead could make out what he was saying perfectly, but he had a British accent. It kind of threw Axel through a loop. He opened his mouth to ask but the man beat him to it, "I went to school in London. That's where I learned to speak English."
"Oh. That makes sense." Axel laughed a bit to clear the awkward air he felt was surrounding him. He took the vacant seat at the table and scanned the menu with a confused face, "Umm…I'm sorry for the incontinence, but I don't know German and this whole menu is written in it. Would you mind ordering for me?"
Roxas snorted and mumbled, "Er riecht nach Müll." Under his breath earning a dirty look from his father. The smaller blond just gave the man a cheeky look before saying, "Aber es ist wahr!" He crossed his arms and leaned back in his seat like he was silently challenging the older man.
Luxord sighed before turning his attention away from his son and towards their guest, "I'm sorry he's being so rude. I thought he had enough manners to be let out in public." He sent a glare towards his son before saying, "Mieser Sohn."
Axel quietly sat in his seat trying to take in what just happened. It may have just been culture shock but what had just taken place went right over his head, "Ah, its okay." Axel said with a bit of uncertainty since he didn't know if what Roxas said would be okay with him or not.
"No it's not." The business man insisted. He waved down a waitress and ordered some food before talking to Axel again, "I'll cover all the expenses for your meal because of Roxas's rudeness, and it will come out of his allowance of course."
Axel and Luxord made a bit of small talk while they waited for Axel's lunch to come. They mostly stayed on the topic of Axel's job and what he does for the company; it kind of made the redhead feel like he was in more relaxed job interview. Roxas just sat there looking cute while eating his meal. Axel attempted to talk to the boy once to get to know him better but the blond didn't seem to know English. This tugged at Axel's heart a bit at the thought of not being able to talk with his traveling buddy. It was going to be a long trip back home.
Finally a plate was slid in front of Axel. It seemed Luxord had ordered him a hamburger with fries and a large coke to drink. The older man chuckled a bit, "I'm sorry, I just couldn't help but order you an American meal. If you don't like it I can send it back and you can have something more ethnic."
"No it's fine. I have the rest of the week to try other foods, right?" The foreigner said as he took a bite from his lunch. It was alright, a bit on the burnt side and there was too much ketchup, but Axel's had worse.
Roxas snorted, "Was ist denn das für ein Fraß?" He said as he pointed towards Axel's plate with a disgusted face, making the redhead self-conscious.
Axel put his food down and looked at Luxord with worried eyes, "Did I do something wrong?" He fidgeted a bit, what if he offended the man? Would he lose his job just because he didn't eat right?
"No, no. I'm sorry, just ignore Roxas for now. I don't know what's gotten into him today. Maybe the two of you should spend some time together and get to know each other. How about the zoo? Roxas just loves animals." Luxord quickly pulled his phone out to check his schedule, "Let's see, you and Roxas are leaving Friday night, right? Maybe he can take you around town and show you the sights too." The business man rambled on as he punched things into his calendar to get everything sorted, "And it's my idea so I'll cover expenses, and don't worry, spend as much as you'd like. Get any souvenir that catches your fancy."
"Um Gottes Willen! Ich kann nicht mit ihm ausgehen!" Roxas all but yelled in protest. The little outburst made Axel jump a bit. The way it was yelled and how Roxas made a gesture towards Axel made the redhead believe the boy understood what his father had said.
"Umm…Yeah, that sounds fun." Axel said. He really didn't want to spend any more time with the rude boy who didn't even speak the same language as him, but if it pleased his boss's partner he really didn't have a choice.
"Perfect! I'll send Roxas to your hotel in the morning. I hope you enjoy your time here Herr Cabral. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a meeting to get to. I'll see you again before you leave the country." With that said Luxord stood from his seat and walked to the front of the café with Roxas in toe leaving Axel lone.
The redhead pocked his burger still wondering what Roxas had said about it, but his growling stomach made him push that thought aside and dig into his meal. It had gone slightly cold and the ice in his soda melted making his drink taste watered down and flat, but that didn't hinder Axel has he ate his fill and left the small café hoping Luxord had paid the bill.
Once he got back to the hotel, Axel made a small detour into the small gift shop and bought an English to German dictionary. If he was going to be stuck with that brat everyday it'd be nice to communicate with him.
Translations
Entschuldingung, willkommen im Hotel Palace Berlin. Womit kann ich Ihnen behilflich sein? – Excuse me, welcome to Hotel Palace Berlin. How can I help you?
Name, bitte – Name, please.
Er riecht nach Müll. – He smells like trash.
Aber es ist wahr! – But it's true!
Mieser Sohn. – Lousy son.
Was ist denn das für ein Fraß? – What kind of muck is that?
Um Gottes Willen! Ich kann nicht mit ihm ausgehen! – For God's sake! I can't be seen with him!
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