Warnings: Out-of-Character-ness, language, and that's it I think… for now.
Disclaimer: not Hidekaz Himaruya so Axis Powers: Hetalia isn't mine. The contents of the story are pure fiction, any resemblance to actual people, events and other shit like company names are purely coincidental. I laughed when I realized I wrote A.N.N. xP
...
...
Matthew Williams sat dazed in the heavily tinted car as it drove down the road. He stared at the buildings they passed as his driver talked animatedly about anything and everything. He glanced at his wristwatch and found that it was just a few minutes past noon – enough time for his scheduled appointment with Axis Productions. Once the massive building of the company was in view, Matthew ordered the driver to drop him off on the driveway and comeback for him in two hours or so. The driver nodded and pulled the car to a stop.
As Matthew slid out of the car with the materials he need for the appointment, he saw a brown-haired woman waving at him by the entrance of the building. The woman approached him with a smile and he smiled back.
"Thank you so much for coming here, Mr. Williams!" the woman immediately stated. Matthew shook his head.
"It's no problem, Ms. Héderváry. I should thank you for giving me this opportunity." He said.
Ms. Héderváry ushered him into the building. Matthew had to stop and appreciate the extravagance of the company. If he did not know this place, he would have mistaken it for a five-star hotel.
"I did not know Mr. Ludwig Beilschmidt liked lavishness." Matthew offered as the brunette led him to the elevator. Ms. Héderváry laughed at the comment.
"It wasn't Ludwig actually," Matthew raised a brow at the familiarity but did not interrupt her. "It was all Feliciano Vargas's idea." She said with a little chuckle as she pushed the elevator button. Matthew nodded and made a mental note to ask his boss if he wanted a little back story about the administrators of Axis Productions.
The elevator door opened and Matthew went inside as Ms. Héderváry had instructed.
"Ms. Héderváry–" he started but the brunette waved him off politely.
"Please, call me Elizaveta." She said.
Matthew nodded. "Ah, yes. Ms. E-Elizaveta," he said. He flipped through one of the folders he had and missed the mischievous smirk of the woman. When he looked back, her face was back to a polite smile. "I assume… Antonio Fernandez-Carriedo is available right now?"
Elizaveta frowned. "'Tonio is on a tour, Mr. Williams." Matthew's eyes widened at that and looked back to his papers. The brunette grinned maniacally and returned to normal when Matthew looked back.
"B-but Ms. Elizaveta," Matthew began frantically. "The Allied News Network specifically scheduled for an interview with him!"
The brunette brought a hand to her cheek as if she was confused. "Ah, but A.N.N. asked for Alfred F. Jones, not Antonio…"
Matthew's eyes dilated at the name and shook his head fervently but the woman just nodded. Matthew brought out his mobile phone and excused himself for a short phone call. As he waited anxiously for the other line to pick up, Elizaveta secretly brought out her own phone and started texting someone – all while grinning maniacally again.
Finally, the other line picked up, "'Allo?"
"Mr. Bonnefoy," Matthew began. "I think we've made a mistake with the appointment, Sir. Ms. H- Héderváry says we asked for Alfred, not Antonio."
There was a pause at the other end and the elevator finally stopped and opened. Matthew panicked. "Francis!" So much for being formal and professional…
"Ah, forgive me, Mathieu." Mr. Bonnefoy said and coughed. "We did not make a mistake, cher. You are to interview Mr. Jones."
Elizaveta ushered Matthew out of the elevator. He hissed, "But we assigned his interview to Yao! You told me I'd take Antonio!"
"Non, Mathieu. Just interview Mr. Jones."
"I-I only have the questions for Mr. Fernandez-Carriedo, Mr. Bonnefoy!"
Francis sighed. "Mathieu, it's just an interview for the fans. The questions are quite the same."
"But Francis…" Matthew whined into the device. The woman with him had to suppress the giggles threatening to erupt as she watched the distraught blond.
"It will not work, cher. Do not even try. You will interview Alfred."
He was about to protest again but the other line had already hung up. He tried to call again but it seems he could not contact the other anymore. He groaned and offered an apologetic look to Elizaveta. Matthew did not want to talk to Alfred F. Jones.
Matthew Williams did not want to talk to Alfred Fucking Jones.
"I take it that you do not like Axis Productions' top artist?" Elizaveta asked, amused.
Matthew practically screamed. "I hate his guts and I do not want to breathe the same air as him." Elizaveta had to laugh at that. "Seriously, he should just die."
"Oh Mr. Williams, why do you dislike our Alfred? He has quite a charming personality and a handsome face."
Matthew tried not rolled his eyes. He forced a smile into his features. "Please, Ms. Héderváry. May we proceed to the assigned room now?"
The brunette just chuckled and led him to a room just at the end of the hallway. Once at the door, she knocked and the door swung open to reveal a room made to look like a cozy living room. Matthew half-glared at the interior, not at all impressed anymore as the very presence of Alfred F. Jones made him seethe.
"Yo, Liz!" Matthew's strained smile twitched at the voice. "Is he here?"
"Yes, Alfred. Mr. Williams is here." The woman said and gestured to Matthew. "Mr. Williams, this is Axis Productions' top artist, Alfred F. Jones."
Alfred grinned at him and waved from the couch he was sitting on. "Hey there, Mattie!"
"Hello, Mr. Jones." Matthew said through his teeth, try hard not to stomp to the door and leave.
Ms. Héderváry was the lucky one though and she left the men alone in the room to stare at each other. Once the door clicked shut, Matthew let his strained smile be replaced by a deep scowl. Alfred pouted.
"Mattie, do you still hate me?"
"No shit!" Matthew snapped. He went to sit on the opposite side of the couch though and began to prepare for the interview. Alfred moved closer but Matthew hissed at him to stay where he is, "Don't you dare come near, Jones."
"Oh come on! It's been three years!" Alfred whined and crossed his arms like a child.
"Well, too bad. I still hate you." Matthew huffed. It might have happened three years ago but he's never one to forget so easily. He turned to look at the artist and rolled his eyes. "Stop sulking. I want to finish this interview so I can leave."
"Whatever."
Matthew groaned. "Look, if you don't cooperate, I will make you sound like a childish idiot for the whole duration of your part!"
"Go ahead." Alfred sniffed. Matthew spluttered. "I don't give a shit."
"Oh for the love of– fine! I'll answer these questions myself!"
Matthew opened the questionnaire and brought out his pen. He skimmed through the questions first and then he started to answer them individually. Alfred watched him from the corner of his eye and smiled. The artist stood up quietly from his seat and walked around the couch to go behind Matthew. He stared at him as he answered the questions with ease as if he were the actual person. Alfred chuckled.
"You still know everything about me, huh?"
Matthew jumped slightly and glared at him, albeit a cute shade of red dusting his cheeks. "Shut up." He said and went back to answering. He never looked back to ask any confirmation of his answers. From what Alfred could see, they were all correct. He grinned.
"You know everything, Mattie. That's so cute."
"What– shut up!" Matthew growled as he viciously scrawled the answers to the last question. After that, he packed up and made his way to the door. "I'm leaving."
"Wait!" Alfred shouted and grabbed onto his wrist. Matthew rolled his eyes. "You can't just leave!"
"I'm done with the interview." Matthew deadpanned and flicked the grip away. "Rest assured I will not be meeting you again."
He turned the doorknob and pushed the door open. He walked out quickly and slammed the door shut. Just as he had reached the elevator, the door burst open and Alfred shouted.
"I will get you back, Matthew Williams! You will fall in love with me again!"
"You tell yourself that." Matthew replied and entered the elevator.
Once it closed though, he started to vehemently deny that his heart skipped a beat and that his face is so damn red.
Shit.
…
…
…
…
A/N: What is this? It's a new story/shot. I can't help it! ;A; I was just listening to Interviewer by Megurine Luka and I started writing some depressing shit but then I started bawling and said, "I don't want angst! Let's do humor! Humor!" And so I tried to make it sound humorous but then it just changed. It doesn't sound like it's based off of Interviewer anymore (though I have that depressing version saved just in case I change my mind). And damn, another AU… I was hoping to write something in line with the actual APH universe. ;A; But yeah. ;A; Kill me now. ;A; Sorry about the grammar and spelling mistakes, by the way. I still don't proofread. ;A;
But reviews are welcomed. :DD/shot.