It's… Hetalia! Woo! -confetti-

I always feel super excited with my first story in a new fandom. I have recently become obsessed with this show, even more so than South Park! –le gasp- I hope y'all enjoy this!

Warning: This story contains fem!Characters, human names, Britain/fem!China, Britain/France(FrUK yeah.), some Britain/fem!America and eventual Russia/fem!China. I may add more pairings later. Also, beware of some very mildly sexual themes, mostly initiated by France, some characters being OOC, and just general bad writing. Read on at your own risk!

Disclaimer: I do not own this show. If I did, it would suck. At least it would if this fanfiction was any indication.

"Yao, I need those papers filed by noon. I'm aware that these new schedules are absolute bullocks, but we need to hurry if we are going to get all this work done!" My boss, Mr. Kirkland, announces as he strolled by my desk, sipping his tea.

"Right away, aru!" I assured him quickly. I wished that I had at least seen him coming, so that I could have fixed my hair. I was sure it was a complete mess. I still wasn't sure why I felt the need to be on my best behavior every time the British man passed by. The possiblilty of having feelings for him hadn't really crossed my mind until I accidentally walked in on one of his meetings with his boss, the obscene French man.

I had been trying to find Mr. Kirkland so that he could put the final signature on some paperwork. I tried checking in his office, but he wasn't there. So, I heated to the conference room. Before they had noticed me standing in the doorway, Mr. Bonnefoy was petting Mr. Kirkland's hair, saying things like "Oh, mon petit Angleterre, your hair has gotten so much softer lately. Have you been using a new shampoo?" and "Why won't you go out with me? Everyone knows you like me. Je t'aime toujours, Angleterre…" I remember him tilting the other man's head to try to kiss him, and me suddenly having the urge to strangle him. I let out a small, but noticeable squeak and both men turned towards me, one looking angry and disappointed and the other looking very grateful.

"A-aiyah… er… I was, um…" I looked down frantically to try and remember why I was being so awkward. When I glanced down, I remembered what I was holding. "Oh! I need your signature on these papers, ahen. They're… very important." I winced from the icy blue death glare being sent in my direction. The other man cleared his throat awkwardly.

"R-right, then. Mr. Bonnefoy, sir, I'm sure we both have places to be…"

"Indeed, mon cher. Au revoir." He said as he slowly got up from his chair and exited the conference room.

That was a week ago. I hadn't seen Mr. Bonnefoy around here since, but I did notice an awful lot of intense looking conversations that Mr. Kirkland had on the phone with what I assumed was the same French man.

Now that I thought about it, it would have seemed that I was developing feelings for my boss. He was a stern man, but also very kind when you were on his good side. Maybe that's why I disliked Mr. Bonnefoy so much. It's not like I could blame him though. The British man was quite popular, indeed. There was also an obnoxious intern named Emily Jones, who would always follow Mr. Kirkland around like a lost puppy. Speaking of which…

"Yo, Asian chick. Where's your cute boss?"

"He's in his office, aru. He does not wish to be disturbed. And I have a name."

She pretended not to hear that last part. "'Kay. I'll just keep him some company in there, then. Peace out!" I rolled my eyes at her. I had paperwork to do. Before I could begin, I began to hear this kind of quiet squeaking noise. I tried to ignore it, but eventually it got annoying, so I looked up to see where on Earth it was coming from. Oh God, it's her again… "What do you want now, Emily?"

"W-what? I was just… coming over to say hi. My name's Madeline, I'm going to be taking your place as Mr. Kirkland's assistant…"

"WHAT, aru? Why am I being replaced? I didn't do anything wrong! Is this the doing of that Mr. Bonnefoy, because I-"

"N-No, no. You're just being transferred. I promise, you're not fired. I used to be Mr. Braginski's assistant, but they decided to trade because they believe you could handle the amount of work over there better than I could…"

"Mr. Braginski?" I finally answered. I had never heard of him before.

"Oh, he's the manager of the floor above this one. He's very nice… sort of…" her voice trailed off mid-sentence. I quirked an eyebrow at her. She quickly changed her expression to a calm one. "Um, not to be rude or anything, but I would hurry. Mr. Braginski is excited to get his new assistant, and he doesn't like to be kept waiting."

I sighed. "Alright, fine. Let me just say good bye to Mr. Kirkland." Wait a second… "Aiyah! Oh no! what am I going to do now? Even if he doesn't end up falling for either the American tramp or French bastard, I'll have no chance, aru!"

"Eh?" too late I realized that my exclamation had been out loud. I glanced around frantically. Surely someone had heard me! No, just the girl in front of my desk. I hoped she could keep a secret. "Are you ok?" She saw me glance nervously back to Mr. Kirkland's office. Suddenly a look of understanding crossed her face. "Oh, I see." She lowered her voice, as if that was possible. "Don't worry aboot it. I won't tell a soul." She tentatively extended a pinkie finger. I smiled and wrapped my own around hers. In silent understanding, I gave her a look of gratefulness, before beginning to pack my things into a small cardboard box.

Augh! China is so OOC! I am so sorry! D: I suck. Feel free to flame this as much as you bloody well want to. This is possibly the worst fic I have ever written. Don't worry, though! It will get better, I promise! And maybe I'll actually be able to finish this one.

Meh. Review please! Flamers are very welcome! So are good reviews, of course, but no pressure!

So, Russia will make his appearance next chapter. I haven't decided yet where exactly this story will go, so suggestions are also welcome. Until next time! Hasta la Pasta! :D