This is my second story, I really hope I can actually finish this one T_T. I got the idea a long time ago, never wrote it down, and it hit me last night so I wrote this all day w~. It's kind of a stupid idea, so just go along with it~! Please? Oh, the Title is in Pig Latin~ (It means Chaos of the Physic)

Here's the basic story: Arthur needs a job, but in the fast paced society of ours, he has been turned down due to no experience. He stumbles upon a ad in the paper, and goes to check out the curious place known as Aoschay ofway ethay Ysicphay Detective Agency.

Disclaimer: Hetalia is too awesome to be owned by me~ *sighs*

Standing outside the looming building, Arthur sighed. To be honest, the only reason he applied at this place was because it was the only place willing to hire, as they put it nicely, 'Someone with absolutely no experience in the work field'. How nice. Apparently even a degree majoring in Science wasn't going to get him a well paying job until he worked in a few places to show his worth to the shitty society we have.

Gathering up his courage, he rang the bell. A few moments later, a cheery voice answered.

"Hi! I'm Im Yong Soo! I'm from Korea, and welcome to Aoschay ofway ethay Ychicpsay Agency!"

Arthur stared at the intercom. Umm... That translated to… Chaos of…

"Chaos of the Psychic?"

"Correct, da ze!"

"Okay, may I come in?"

"Oh sure~ Hang on!"

Yong Soo opened the door. "Welcome, da ze!"

He led Arthur into the building, which was surprisingly homely and bright inside. "Listen, I'm gonna be your guide today, until…" He checked his watch, "Your interview at eleven, da ze!"

Arthur nodded, trying to catch up with the Korean's fast talking.

"That's the canteen!" Yong Soo said, pointing to a set of double doors on his left. When opened, a slightly prison-like room was exposed, with a cheery atmosphere that seemed too unfitting. A silver haired man was snoring at the counter in the back.

"Hey! Gil!"

"Wha- Oh, hey Im," The albino rubbed and opened his startling red eyes. He gave a nod to acknowledge Yong Soo, and then noticed Arthur.

"Well, what do we have here?" He said, smirking at the Brit.

"Gil, Arthur. Arthur, Gil!" Yong Soo took the kind gesture to introduce them. "Hi," Arthur said, a bit uncomfortable under the albino's stare.

"Yo, new guy. Im showing ya around?"

Arthur bristled at the horrible english. "Yes, he is."

"Hm. Good luck then. Im, don't kill him, or at least let him live through the tour and for lunch."

"Okay~!" Said Yong Soo, unaware of the slightly more scared Brit behind him moving slowly away. "C'mon Arth- Can I call you Art? Arthur's kinda long…"

Arthur growled at the nickname, "Whatever…"

"Great!"

The next stop was the elevator. Yong Soo dragged him in once the metallic doors opened.

"There are a total of ten floors in this building, da ze. This floor is G, and there are nine other floors above~ Our office is on the 9th floor, da ze~" He explained, pressing the button with a 9 carved in it neatly.

Awkward silences that lifts somehow bring would have been a great break from the Koreans mindless chatter, thought Arthur, but the God of Awkward Silences could not be summoned when one is in the presence on Im Yong Soo.

"So, there's Lukas, he's probably the one to run your interview, da ze. Try and say something about faeries, you might have a better chance then! Oh, and there's Ma- Matt or something like that, and he's practically invisible, da ze! It's very hard to play hide and seek with him, though… He's also epic in battle, I swear he has two personalities, da ze! Miss Elizabeth is also-" He was cut off from his rambling as the doors slid open on the 3rd floor. A man with a thin pipe in his mouth stood there with some papers in his hand. He looked up to the occupants of the lift.

"Oh, hi Lars!" The Korean said brightly. The man nodded, and walked into the lift, pressing the 6th floor button. As the doors closed, he turned and looked at Arthur.

"Hello…" Arthur said. The man was slightly intimidating, but he seemed like a okay person. Aside from the fact he was smoking what smelled suspiciously like Marijuana.

"Arthur…." Lars frowned, seeming to look at nothing in the air. Yong Soo smiled. "Lars! Hey buddy, tell Arthur what color his name is!"

"What color is my name?" Arthur said, a bit surprised. "But names don't have colors!"

"For me they do," Lars said, "Every sound, letter, and number has a color associated with it. For sound, there normally is a shape too. Your name is dark blue with a mix of red and gold. Your voice, however, is a light orange." Arthur stared at him. Lars sighed.

"Before you ask, I don't know whether I'm crazy or not, or if I have a disease, or if its hereditary. I've had this all my life, so don't call me a freak." It was worded like a plea, but the tone made it sound like an order. Arthur nodded, newfound respect for this man. The doors of the elevator opened to show the sixth floor. The Brit caught a glimpse of a man with slicked back blonde hair and another man (brunette) hanging off his arm before the doors closed. He turned to Yong Soo as Lars exited and the doors closed.

"Yong Soo, how do you know Lars?"

"Huh? Oh, he tells us useful information on some of our… Interesting cases, da ze!" The Korean smiled.

Arthur nodded as the doors opened.

"We're here!" Yong Soo smiled, skipping out. Arthur followed.

To his left he saw a hallway with nine doors, four on either side and one in front. The theme seemed to be black for this floor. It was different from the sixth floor, which, if he remembered correctly, had positively fluorescent lighting. The ninth floor had dimmer, yellow lights.

On his right there was a door marked, 'Staff Room'. Or, at least, used to be marked Staff Room. There were about five different names to this room written over the red Staff Room sign. The most prominent one was the 'Meeting Room' words, so Arthur assumed that was the rooms purposes at the moment. Yong Soo, satisfied the Arthur had his share of staring, led him down the corridor and to the room at the end.

"Whoever is interviewing you is in there, so go in!" He said happily. "I hope you get the job, I like you, Art!" He disappeared into a side room, not noticing the faint blush on the Brits face.

Arthur took a deep breath, and pushed the door open.

His eyes slowly adjusted to the dim(mer) lighting of the room, and saw what seemed like a parlor. There was a fluffy block sofa facing two equally fluffy chairs. A man sat on the sofa, his silvery blonde hair swept to the side with a cross barrette. He turned his head to Arthur curiously.

"You must be the new applicant," He said, voice seemingly devoid of emotion. He had a slight accent, probably Scandinavian, Arthur thought.

"Ah, yes. My name is Arthur Kirkland, Sir." Arthur said, trying not to betray his nervousness.

"Look at him! So formal, Norge!" Laughed an obnoxious voice- Yes, this one was definitely Scandinavian. Arthur looked around for the source.

"You won't find him," The man on the sofa looked up to him. "He'll show himself in time." Then he looked at a point in the room. Arthur looked there too, but saw nothing. The man spoke.

"Shut up, Køhler." There was a huffing noise, and then quiet.

"My name is Lukas," the man on the sofa said. "You don't need to be so formal, no one here is anyone's boss."

"Oh.. Okay then…" Arthur said. He went over to the chair opposite Lukas and sat down at the gesture.

"So, shall we begin?" Lukas said, "This interview may be different from what you would expect, so are you prepared?" Out of seeming lie nowhere, a pack of cards and a cell phone appeared. "You don't need an educational background, but once you're in, you can quit, but it's not easy to."

Different? Arthurs head swam. So he didn't need that bleeding degree for his job, but it would be hard to quit the job if he took it… But the pay was good, so there was a good point- Oh! Gilbert had said to Yong Soo to not kill him, could the job be dangerous? But…

The need for a job pushed all negativity to the back of his head. He turned to Lukas, who wasn't smiling, but had a look of expectation in his eyes. The Brit swallowed.

"So are you ready?" Lukas asked again.

Arthur looked out of the corner of his eye, and thought he saw a faint outline of a man with spiked hair. The man smiled and gave a thumbs up. Arthur pulled his focus back to Lukas.

"Yes, I'm ready."

And there is the sucky first chapter... Huh. If you like it, you can favorite or review! It's got a pretty straight forward plot, so I shouldn't be so messed up as my last fanfic.

ATTENTION: THERE WILL BE NO PAIRINGS IN THIS WHATSOEVER. SO I'M GONNA JUST TAG IGGY, OKAY? .

~U-Kii-San/Hiddy