Emil was busy filling dixie cups with apple juice when Felix's deep, yet somehow still nasally voice drifted down the hall.

"Timesheets are over here, and you can keep your stuff in the back room over there. The kids all have name tags so don't worry about having to remember everyone's name. Ask Toris or I if you have any questions."

As he was wrapping up his little tirade Felix walked into the dining hall followed closely by what Emil could only describe as...your typical fuck boy.

Oh, he was pretty, there was no denying that. With a body like a linebacker and eyes the color of topaz, Emil was sure that the man had girls and boys alike vying for his affections. But the snap back and basketball shorts didn't lie, this one wasn't worth swooning over.

"Emil!" Exclaimed Felix, "This is Alfred, he's going to be working here over the summer."

"Nice to meet you," Emil said, nodding his head curtly.

"Yeah! Nice ta meetcha too!" Alfred grinned.

A brief awkward silence followed as Alfred stood there twiddling his thumbs and Emil continued to pour apple juice. Eventually Felix took it upon himself to make conversation.

"62 kids today," he said looking over at Emil's hoard of dixie cups.

"I know, I've only got 12 more cups to go."

Felix nodded, "Alfred, why don't you stay here with Emil and put the cups out. It's 8 per table. I'm going to go wait outside, the school bus should be arriving soon."

Then he left the two younger men to muddle out a conversation on their own.

"So...um," Alfred began as he placed a pair of cups on the table, "What happened to your eyes?"

Emil wanted to smack his head against the table. What sort of person asked a stranger that right off the bat?

"Nothing happened to them," he grumbled, "I have partial albinism, their like this naturally."

"Oooooh, okay. That explains why your hair looks white too!"

"No. Realy?" Emil said, sarcasm apparent in his voice.

"Hey! You don't have to be mean about it! Jezz, I thought child care providers were supposed to be nice."

Emil couldn't believe how quickly this guy was getting on his nerves. He was about to turn around and tell him off, but just then the thundering sound of little feet came crashing through the building and into the daycare dining hall and he was forced to put on his 'good role model face'.

"Hey kids, go sit down and eat your pretzels please." he called, ignoring the pout that was still on his new coworkers face. Most of the kids did as they were told, but one of them dismissed his instructions, wandered over, and latched onto his leg.

It was Raivis. Sweet, sad, little Raivis with his too big eyes and oversized, hand me down rain coat. Raivis, who would much rather hang off of the nearest teacher then play with the other kids. He was easily one of Emil's favorite students at the Hetalia Children's Center, but as much as he liked the boy he still had to follow directions.

"Go sit down Raivis, it's snack time right now."

The little boy only sighed before shuffling over to the tables and sitting down next to his bigger, and much more aggressive cousin Natalya.

"What was up with that kid?" Alfred asked, wandering over to the drink refill table with Emil.

"Oh, that's just what Raivis is like."

"Yeah, but is there something wrong with him?"

"No Alfred," Emil replied with a hint of irritation in his voice, "he's just sensitive. Not everyone is a rough and tumble person."

Before Alfred could reply Tino and Elizabeta appeared in the doorway, prodding along the last few straggling kids.

"Hey," Tino said, already looking exhausted.

"Hey," Emil replied, "Where's Bella?"

"Bella's busy calling poison control," said Elizabeta, "Im Yong Soo put a foxglove flower in his mouth and-"

"He didn't ingest any of it, but better safe than sorry, ya know? " Tino cut in.

" But what was he doing if he wasn't eating it?" Emil asked.

"He...he blew it at me like it was a kazoo…" Tino frowned.

Alfred laughed and that was it. That was the point when Emil decided he would never get along with Alfred, not as long as he lived, because being rude and a fuck boy was one thing, but laughing about a kid almost poisoning himself was another.

No, Emil didn't like his new coworker, not one bit.

AN: I hope you like this first chapter!

While the actual relationship between Iceland and America is totally made up, all of the weird little things the kids do are based off of actual things the kids at my work have done (yes one of them did blow a foxglove flower at me like it was a kazoo), so if you're ever thinking, 'that's unrealistic, kids would never actually do that' no it's not and yes they would. Welcome to the life of a child care provider.

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