Disclaimer: Which do I own? A French Dictionary or Hetalia? Yes, the French Dictionary.
Edited on Nov. 8, 2012/Dec. 1, 2012
Warning(s): T(Strongly) for Language, Cross Dressing, Mature Conversations, Disturbing Themes (No Smut...)
"…Maple, Maple…oh heck, SHIT!"
Matthew cursed at himself as he ran down the sidewalk, not caring if he bumped into anyone in particular. As he ran, he earned a couple of groans from the people he had bumped into previously, causing him to shout out apologies several times. The crowd was busier than ever and Matthew was already going to be late for work.
Luckily, the building he worked in was nearby, but unfortunately, his feet were beginning to wear out and he was losing too much energy since he had skipped breakfast and was still a little sleepy. Matthew noticed his backpack begin to move and a whine, so he shifted the weight of his baggage to his other hip and continued to try his best to run faster.
Soon enough, Matthew took a turn and entered a building that had the words "APH Gazette" printed above the entrance in reddish orange with a picture of a newspaper with an island on it. Sweat dripped down Matthew's face, despite entering an air-conditioned area due to exhaustion and the temperature outside.
From afar, Matthew could see an elevator open with very little people inside. He looked down and saw that he was running on slippery marble floor tiles. He sighed and stopped running in his spot, letting his body slide across the lobby and was able to enter the elevator. But much to his expense, as he slid past the metal doors that were closing, the cold metal had hit his forearms.
He stopped sliding as soon as he got into the elevator and as soon as he stopped, he cringed in pain, rubbing his upper arms. The man next to Matthew who had dark brown hair and a stray curl on the left side of his head, similar to Matthew checked his watch and turned to the Canadian.
"Right on time, Matthew; damn, if you weren't able to get in, your fucking arm would have been ripped off." He said.
"Y-Yeah…thanks for reminding me, Lovino." Matthew panted as he fixed his posture. His backpack began to move again and the blonde shook . Lovino glared at the luggage, but decided to shrug it off.
Matthew Williams was just your ordinary column editor who worked for the newspaper "APH Gazette" which was famous for its bits of humorous trivia about world history. His life there wasn't exactly what everyone liked since he was always ignored and was treated like a spirit lingering around just to find someone who could notice them. However, there were only a few people who didn't forget about Matthew. One particular person being a nuisance to Matthew's life.
The elevator door opened and Matthew dashed out, leaving Lovino inside. His loud footsteps could be heard from a mile away as he ran towards the office room's entrance. He stared at his digital wrist watch and saw that he was one minute safe. He passed through the arch and smiled in relief.
"I made it! Safe, Bitc-!"
"NOW!"
As the blonde ran through the arch, he felt his knee pull a rope that blocked the entrance, and before he knew it, a metal bucket of water went falling on his head, ruining his mood and humiliating him.
The room was filled by soft chuckles, but Matthew could only hear a certain man's obnoxious and unique laugh fill the air. Matthew removed the bucket from his head and looked around to find an albino cackling his head off from his cubicle.
"KESESE~! Sorry that I didn't leave any hot water for your bath, Williams!" He shouted in between his laughs.
Matthew could feel his blood boil at the sight of the albino laughing his ass off. He had known that guy ever since he attended college in Germany and he never changed. How sad…
The albino's name was Gilbert Beilschmidt.
He had always bullied Matthew ever since they had met. Matthew has tolerated the Prussian's pranks for years and when they were about to graduate, Matthew finally thought that he was going to be able to escape from Gilbert's "make-Matthew's-school-life-a-living-hell" plan since he would be returning to America. Unfortunately, they had reunited inside the APH Gazette building.
Matthew had to slap himself about four times to make sure he wasn't having a nightmare, but that chain of Kesesesese's snapped him back to reality.
"Hey! Beilschmidt! Boss needs to talk to you!" A voice called out, snapping Matthew out of his thoughts. Gilbert stopped laughing and shrugged as he trudged to the boss' office.
Matthew sighed, any of the boss' lectures won't help change Gilbert's attitude. Matthew lost all hope in that happening. The Canadian shook his head to shake off a little water and limped to his office.
Once he reached his office, Matthew gently put down his red backpack and plopped down on his computer chair. His suit was soggy and whenever he touched a single piece of paper, it would leave a wet mark. Matthew rested his nape on the top of his back rest and stared at the beige ceiling.
"What a way to start a day…" he groaned silently before hearing a few knocks on his door. Matthew sat up and turned to face the door to see Francis holding out a clean towel.
Francis Bonnefoy was one of Gilbert's best friends ever since High School. When he and Matthew had met in college, they had gotten along and soon became friends, but he couldn't show Gilbert that he was friends with Matthew. The Canadian didn't mind since Francis wasn't really his close friend.
"Mathieu, here…" Francis said sincerely. How unusual…usually he had a seductive tone or he would start grinding on everything as if everything around him turns him on.
"Merci*, Francis…" Matthew replied as he took the towel and started drying his hair.
"Vorte Accueil*, Mathieu." Francis said in his mother language. Francis always thought of Matthew as his cousin, despite sometimes hitting on him. That was why he was a little concerned.
"Mon Ami*, I am very sorry about Gilbert's prank…I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive him…again…" The Frenchman sighed. Matthew did the same and rubbed his head.
"Don't worry, I'm used to it." He lied as he turned on his computer. Once he heard Francis shut the door, Matthew returned to his original position.
"Must be fate that I met Gilbert…a terrible fate that is…" he murmured and stopped talking to get some peace and quiet. But as his eyes began to close for a moment, Matthew could hear his backpack shift again. He slowly sat up as soon as he heard and knelt down next to his bag.
"Yeah…this is the office, Kuma." Matthew smiled as he unzipped the red backpack, revealing a white bunch of fur with big beady eyes. Matthew sighed and gently petted it. "If they found out I had a live bear with me, everyone might freak out a little, then they'll send you to the animal control center…"
"…who are you?" Kuma asked as he tilted his head.
Matthew sighed. Kumajirou always forgot his name, but if they were to take the cub to the animal control center, it would be an awfully sad departure. Kumajirou will always be the first and last gift from Matthew's mother before she had died right before Matthew had graduated college, causing the blonde to leave the country with his brother. He was still a baby cub then. Matthew smiled at the memory. However, things weren't cute anymore when the cub started to speak.
"I'm Matthew, Kumachika." He replied.
"Food…" Kumajirou whispered and Matthew grumbled. He has not edited a single column yet. He stood up, only to realize he forgot to bring a single fish from his condo. Matthew got up and typed his password on his computer's keyboard. Once he was finished he walked out of the office and stared back at Kumajirou who stayed in the bag.
"…Stay." Matthew commanded and pointed at Kumajirou as he shut the door behind him.
Things were quiet for a few moments and Kumajirou obeyed and stayed in the bag as he stared around the office. The sunlight from the window flooded into the room and made everything glow and bright. Soon, Kumajirou began to hear the doorknob squeak as it was being turned. The cub stared at the door, expecting Matthew to come with his food, but instead, he must have found his human counterpart, with white hair and red eyes.
"Hey, Goldie, boss needs at least one of your columns already." Gilbert yawned as he opened the door. Kumajirou hid inside the backpack and stared at the albino.
"Hm…could have sworn he was talking to someone…oh crap." The human said as he noise began to ring in his pocket. Gilbert pulled out his cell phone and flipped it open.
"Y'ello, Awesomeness here." He said.
"Gilbert!"
"Gramps, listen, I haven't found someone yet…no one seems to think of me as their ideal lover." Gilbert said as he paced around in the small office. Kumajirou watched him slowly as the albino babbled on the phone about marrying someone and expired visas.
Gilbert continued to walk around, examining Matthew's things. Matthew's stuff were really nice and Gilbert picked up a small picture with Matthew and someone who looked like him smiling in a garden. That is when Gilbert noticed that Matthew looked really feminine. If Matthew was turned to someone's back, they would most likely mistake him for a cute girl. That happened too when Gilbert first met Matthew during college.
"Hey, you look kinda lost there, little lady…mind if you let this awesome dude escort you to your class?" Gilbert smirked as he tried to get a good look at the sexy-looking "lady" in front of him.
"Eh?" The "lady" turned to face Gilbert. When Gilbert finally got a good look at her, he felt utterly humiliated and felt at loss of words due to extreme shock.
"Kesesese…" Gilbert snickered nervously at the memory.
"Gilbert, are you listening to me? You need to get a green card quickly! Your visa is going to expire in a few days!" He heard his grandfather shriek.
"Ja, Ja*, I'll look for someone…what if they were guys?" Gilbert asked blankly. He could actually hear his grandfather head desk at the question.
"What?! Have you gone gay? Of course, not you dummkopf*! Plus, it's illegal!" Gilbert's grandfather practically shrieked in his ear."Gilbert...you need to find someone so that you can stay there for a long time. You know that they won't find you there."
"Ja...I know..."Gilbert sighed and continued to roam around the room. In front of the boxes of books and papers, Gilbert spotted a red backpack that seemed to be breathing. He stared at it with wide eyes until he saw the bag inflate again.
"Mein Gott*, Gramps, I'll call back, okay?" Gilbert said and walked towards the bag as he picked up a hockey stick that hung stood beside Matthew's desk nearby.
Meanwhile, Matthew exited the elevator with a fish in a plastic bag hanging in his hand. He sighed, this was the only type of fish Kumajirou liked to eat and he would refuse to eat anything other than that fishy.
"Picky bastard…" Matthew grumbled as he entered the office lobby. He looked towards his office on the corner of the room and walked towards the chestnut door. As he got closer, his blue-violet eyes widened as he realized his door was open, meaning someone has gotten in. He was sure that he left the door shut.
Matthew began to run towards the door, sweat began to drip down his forehead and his anxiety was piling up. What if someone found out about Kumajirou? What if they told another worker? What if any time soon, ACC might come with a cage! Matthew shook off his thoughts and pulled the door wide open.
"…No one…" he panted as he put the fish down on the desk. Matthew looked around to see if there was anything out of place. That's when he spotted it; his red bag, the one where he kept Kumajirou in was missing.
"…K-Kumajirou!" Matthew shrieked silently as he began to search around, pushing away his boxes of files and piles of documents. Matthew ran back outside and scanned the room to see if there was anybody carrying a red backpack that had a maple leaf on it.
"Maple…" Matthew gasped out before running around the office. He scanned every single cubicle and none of them had the backpack. Matthew wanted to call out Kuma's name, but he couldn't expose the poor bear if he was around.
"I shouldn't have brought him here…" He whispered and stalked to the restroom. Soon, whoever found Kumajirou will call Animal control and take his bear away. Matthew sighed sadly. His first and last gift from his mother will be taken away from him.
Matthew pushed open the restroom door and walked past the other cubicles.
"Who are you?" Matthew's eyes widened at the high-pitched voice and spun around to see where it came from.
"Look, I already told you and shut up! Damn, you're so unawesome." He knew that voice. The voice that hoarse and continued to cackled every time something humiliated Matthew. The Canadian walked towards the first cubicle and pulled it open, revealing Gilbert crouching on the floor and Kumajirou sitting beside him. There was an awkward silence before Gilbert broke it.
"The fuck, Mattie? There's a friggin' bear in your backpack…and IT TALKS!" Gilbert whispered loudly as he pointed at Kumajirou. He pulled out his cell phone from his pocket and began to dial. "I'm calling Animal Control."
Matthew's eyes widened and pushed Gilbert's arm causing the two to fall on the floor with Matthew on top of Gilbert and sent the gadget falling into the toilet bowl. The soft splash from the toilet was heard and Matthew got off Gilbert, realizing what he has done.
Gilbert got up as well and stared at his now, broken phone that was floating on the water and glanced at Gilbert.
"…well, guess who's going to get a swirlie…"
Awkward silence…as Gilbert approached Matthew, the smaller blonde huffed and stared at Gilbert.
"I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to push your phone into the toilet. Just don't call animal control! I'll do anything! Kuma was my first and last gift to me from by mother before she died!" Matthew pleaded as his hand was searching for the small lock.
Gilbert raised an eyebrow at the statement.
"Anything?" he asked.
"Anything. Just don't tell anybody about Kumajirou…"
…
"Crossdress and Marry me."
"…wha-?"
Important Question:
Which Implied pairing will I add here?
UsUk? FrUk? GerIta?
(I'm going to add Spamano already since I am sure most of you readers are fans.)
A/N: This is my first multi-chapter story. This story is loosely based on The Proposal with a little action and romance and of course...yaoi. I hope it was nice and if you guys liked it, I'll continue it, but if you don't…well…I'm sorry and if there is another story like this, I'm sorry again.
I might need a little constructive criticism and advice about the mistakes I wrote in the story or immigration 'cause I haven't gone anywhere yet and I my knowledge about Immigration is limited. It will be highly appreciated...
Translations /*/
-Thank you
-Your welcome.
-My Friend
-Yes (Ja)
- Idiot
-My God
Thanks for reading this chapter!
-Z-aik