Okay, so this is our first fanfic! Obviously it's Hetalia (which we don't own, by the way). Updates will be weekly. This is just the prologue, but I hope you enjoy it and it makes you want to read the story (which is AWESOME, I promise). This is pretty vague, don't worry, we know. But if you'll stick with it, everything will be explained (another promise).
Alfred sighed, looking around his new apartment. His bright blue eyes sparkled with excitement at being in a brand new city, and having a new, and much better, job. Although Seattle wasn't like his old home in Montana -there certainly weren't any farms around here- he knew that it wouldn't take him long to adjust. His main concern was going into work tomorrow.
At the thought of work, Alfred sighed once again. Even though he sounded like a child, he was worried about the other people liking him there. Whatever happened tomorrow would most likely set his reputation in place. He was so far away from home, and it was too late to just go back if things went wrong -not that he would leave. No, he wouldn't allow himself to leave. Not after all his hard work to get this promotion.
Alfred looked at his watch, noticed he was running a bit behind schedule, and grabbed his briefcase, running out of the room, a smile spread wide across his face.
A high-pitched beep rang out from the little alarm sitting on the antique end table, echoing off the sparsely decorated walls, waking the cranky Englishman in the bed nearby. Irritated green eyes peeked out from underneath the covers, squinting at the bright sunlight that seeped through the cracks in the blinds. A hand snaked its way out from the blankets to slam against the snooze button.
"Ugh!" Arthur groaned, throwing the comforter back over his head, knowing and trying not to go back to sleep if he wanted to catch the 8 o' clock bus to work. With a small pep talk, and much effort on the Briton's part, he threw the covers off, stretching his arms out tiredly as he headed into the kitchen.
He let out a sigh as he looked at the calendar mounted on the refrigerator door. The date was circled with red ink, notifying him that there would be an important worker coming in today from Montana. But Arthur merely assumed it was just some hick who needed to be shown the ropes of city life, and his new job, Arthur thought, as a fellow file clerk.
"They better not give me any trouble." he muttered to himself, setting his tea pot onto the stove, and letting it boil.
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