Meigui is Chinese for Rose, I believe...feel free to correct me. This will have multiple pairings~ so look out for them~! This is also my first Hetalia fic, so feedback is appreciated~
Alfred F. Jones.
He looked up, rubbed his eyes and stared back at the paper.
Alfred F. Jones.
Once more, he rubbed his eyes and set it down, looking around his office. It was a lie, right? Perhaps a badly played joke?
Alfred F. Jones.
"Bloody hell." He muttered and looked at the words again. "They can't be serious!"
Alfred F. Jones.
The name now mocked him as he skipped over everything except for the name and "partner-in-training."
It only made his aggravation worse. Why would the head reduce the great Arthur Kirkland into reducing him into a babysitter?
If only it weren't him! What was even worse that it wasn't any rookie, it was…
"ARTIE~!"
…his younger brother.
"ARTIE~!" True to his predictions, a sandy-blonde man, about early to mid-twenties, with bright blue, excited eyes and glasses rushed into the office, abandoning his luggage and bear hugged the shorter blonde man.
"Get off of me, you git!"
"Artie~! It's been like five years since I saw you~!" The large kid-trapped-in-an-adult-body kept holding onto him.
"Alfred! Enough!" The British man finally gathered enough strength to shove off his younger brother. "I didn't know you were coming until today…" He shook his head and sighed. "I suppose you want to rest?"
"Nah~! I wanna start trainin' today~!"
Arthur shuddered at the American's accent. "It's "want' and "training." Is that how you Americans talk?"
Alfred shrugged and reached into his pocket to pull out a crinkled and worn letter. "Dude! I almost forgot about this thing I was s'pposed ta give ya!"
The shorter man took it from his hands and sighed. "Can't you be more careful with things? Look at the state this letter is in!"
"Dude, just read the letter! If it's readable, then it doesn't matter what it looks like!"
The American stubbornly crossed his arms. His older brother never failed in correcting him, that part he had not missed.
"WHAT!" Arthur dropped the letter as if it just burst into flames...which it actually did… "You Americans are crazy! Exploding letters!"
Obnoxious laughter filled the room. "He did make it explode!" While Alfred was laughing at the fire, Arthur was busy stepping on it to stop the fire from spreading. "What is wrong with you!"
"That was awesome!" Alfred said after his laughter fit and wiping some tears away beneath his glasses.
"I am done for the day! I'm going to leave you here if you don't bloody hurry up, Alfred!" Already annoyed with his younger brother and it hadn't even been five minutes… He packed up his shoulder bag with some paperwork, and gave his younger brother a mild glare.
"Ah! Wait up Artie!" Alfred ran to the door, grabbed his luggage and ran after Arthur, like a child chasing after a grownup, who was already down the hall…