Ugh, why do I have this idea when I need to be working on PWAFD… *sigh*

Okay, this is my first Hetalia FanFic, I don't know why I recently just got into this fandom when I've been on this site since about January/February. Anyways, I really don't know where this came from, but oh well! Also, there are representatives of the States for the USA (similar to how there are for the countries), and because I haven't been in them long enough, sorry, but you're going to have to go with their stereotypes except for the one state I live in (It'll be obvious, trust me). But for reference, I'll be using paulpjury dot com / ?entry=12

Hetalia is by Hidekazu Himaruya

"Hey, did you hear?"

"Yeah, Kai's skipping out on his turn as Alfred's secretary."

"Of course, the idiot probably is just lazy and wants to surf all day."

"It's probably better if he didn't come, I mean, he'd be late everyday, anyways."

A girl leaned against the wall, listening in on the people's conversation. Her ebony hair was pulled into a bun and her body was covered in a flowery skirt and a white blouse. She wore a simple black sweater over it, goosebumps running all over her body. Why is everywhere on the mainland so cold?

She continued to sit there, waiting somewhat impatiently for someone to hurry up and call her in. The girl fiddled with her phone, thinking that her friends that were probably having fun swimming with honus and maybe even a pod of dolphins. Jealousy stabbed at her, wishing that her new job hadn't prevented her from joining them.

"Olivia Lum?" a voice called out. The girl stopped fiddling with her phone to look up at the door. There stood a pale young man, looking almost sick to the girl, with a friendly smile. His hair was cut short, and none seemed to have been combed into place. "Everyone's waiting for you," he said, stepping more against the door so as to make room for the girl.

The girl stood, slipping her phone into her bag. She stepped into the room, brushing past the man, trying her best not to fidget. In the room, there was well over 50 people, ranging in ages from 17(ish) to maybe late twenties. The man who let her in gave her another smile before going up to sit between two women, one constantly trying to film everything, and the other eating a salad. Both looked out of place in their casual attire, but they weren't the only ones. At the front of the room, at a podium, stood the seemingly oldest in the group, a kind looking man of obviously African descent.

"Good evening, Miss Lum. Please, come have a seat next to Alfred," he offered, indicating to a table on his other side that one lone man sat at, despite the three chairs. The man looked no older than 25, and rather bored. He seemed to be refusing to look at anyone in the crowd and was glaring at a part of the wall that wasn't behind his frames, his lips were pursed into what looked like a pout. He clearly doesn't want to be here… Wait, is he tied to that chair?

Olivia just nodded, skirting to the table. She resisted the urge to check to make sure she still had her shoes on when she didn't hear the familiar thwap! of her slippers*. She made it to the unused chair, next the the man, and noticed, that yes, he was tied to the chair. She turned her shocked gave to the people in front of her, wondering who would do that. She spotted a young man giving a cocky grin in green suit with a purple shirt and yellow tie. She glanced between the two before returning her gaze back to the man up front.

"Well, now that we are all here," the man spoke, a special glare was given to the boy next to Olivia, "we can start. As all of you know, Kai Lum has declined to work as the temporary secretary at world meetings. Instead, his sister, Miss Olivia Lum, to fill in his spot. Any objections?"

"As long as she doesn't skip the meetings to go star gazing, surfing, or whatever else they do, not really!" someone in the back spoke up. He looked finely dressed and well respectable, not that the younger in the room gave him much. Many of the others chorused in agreement, though a few were slurred.

"Well, if there are no objections," the man spoke up again, calling attention back to him, "then, Miss Lum, I will that you accept the task?"

"Yes, Mr. President," Olivia spoke, bowing her head. She was signaled to wait while the meeting was called to a close and everyone, minus the president and the man next to her, got up and left. The man in the unusually colored suit came over and cut the other free before turning to leave with girl wearing a Nascar shirt. The three waited until everyone had filed out of the room before starting their conversation.

"Miss Lum, do you have any questions about this assignment?" the president asked, not looking at the third member of the party.

"No, Mr. President, I have no question."

"Well, if any should appear, you can ask any of the older members or Henry Moore. They have done this several times, and each know a few things about how to handle Alfred, especially Ben."

"Thank you, Mr. President. I shall remember that."

"Well, I'll leave you two to get to know each other. Good day, Miss Lum, Alfred." The president nodded to each of the two before turning to leave, joined by several people in suits who seemed to melt out of the wall. The two stayed there for a while, collecting each of their thoughts. Olivia stood as began making her way to the door.

"Wait, didn't Boss say he wanted us to get to know each other?" Alfred asked, pulling out a shake. He was thirsty, and?

"I don't see why. We are going to be working together, so we can get to know each other then. Also, I don't want to be around a person who won't stop talking and stuffing his face at the same time," Olivia stated coldly, leaving the room with Alfred. "See ya, America."

Alfred stared at the door, slurping his shake. After a while, he stood up, throwing his empty cup into the trash. He pulled on his pilot jacket, pulling a hamburger out of the pockets. Great, now they're cold… he grumbled silently, chewing on it slowly. He walked down the hall, intending on returning to his place next to Henry's for the night. His thoughts were on that of his new secretary, who, for whatever reason, reminded him of Lovino. Must be the attitude. Hope she doesn't keep that up all the time, or it's going to be one long year…

I'm sorry for the OOC Alfred! I really know how he's supposed to act, but idk why he came out like this. Ugh…

Oh well, your turn to guess where I'm from! (Don't put it in the comments, that'd just be creepy.)

*Where I come from, what you call flip-flops are called slippers (actually, it's slippahs, but I was raised with a family that insisted on 'proper English' so…).

Oh, and take a guess at the different states mentioned! I have a total of 8 for you to guess. Oh, and if you feel like guessing, you can also guess who Olivia is. Have fun!