Okay, since it's my last day of summer and I haven't updated in a month, I decided to write this. To those who read my story 'The Hunt for the North American Bros' I'm sorry I haven't updated, but my summer was busy. I give you guys this to keep you occupied.
This idea came to me after reading fics that consisted of sex in broom closets.
Tom is a character I made up. He is in no way connected to anybody I know in real life. Well, except the name, but nothing else.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
Tom the janitor flicked on the light of one of the many broom closets scattered through the building. He sniffed the air.
"Aw man, not this one too!" He whined as he stared at the stained walls. He picked up the cleaning products that had fallen off the shelf and grudgingly began to wash the walls and floor.
Being a janitor was a tough job, especially if you worked in the building where they held the World Conferences. Those representatives went at it like bunnies. Tom didn't mind, but couldn't they pick another place that was easy to clean? The bathroom was a perfect location. Not that Tom would know from experience…
"Mon cher, wait up~!" Oh shit, it was that representative from France. Tom knew that he was the cause for most of the messes in the other broom closets. The Frenchman was probably trying to seduce the representative for the United Kingdom…again. Tom began to repeatedly hit his head against the wall at the thought of more broom closets being used for sexual activities. The phrase was 'get a room' not a closet! Though a closet was kind of a room it still didn't count!
The broom closets were Tom's domain. They were the only places he could be without being bothered by his naggy girlfriend and boss, injured by some of the more crazier representatives or possibly killed when the Belarus representative was there looking for her brother who was the representative for Russia.
Tom sighed and switched off the light after he was done cleaning. He exited the closet and went on to the next one. He facepalmed when the representatives of Russia and the United States stumbled out of it with their clothes and hair disheveled. Why did he keep working here again?
"Hey, uh…sorry about the closets." Tom removed his hand from his face and stared at the United States representative, Alfred F. Jones, standing in front of him. He straightened up and saluted.
"I-It's no problem, Mr. Jones, sir!" he stuttered. The man laughed.
"Nah, here." The blond smacked a wad of hundreds onto Tom's hand. "For your troubles…and for your future troubles."
Tom watched wide-eyed at the American and Russian strolling down the hall and around the corner. His gaze traveled down to the money in his hand.
Now he remembered why he didn't quit.
The whole thing was probably lame, I know, but hey, it was written within, like, half an hour! Hoped you liked it though! :D