AN: Hello, everyone! Are people actually reading this? lol Probably not. I don't know if this will ever get any fans. I'm writing for my own entertainment. Anyway, I hope you (if someone is reading this) like this update!


Something Simple

Oliver gulped as the two boys entered the building. His thoughts blurred together; what would he say? Wow, you guys are tall. No! What a terrible thing to say! Are you two the new employees? Duh! Why else would people come before open hours! Hello, my name is- Too standard! He needed to say something original! What do I do? I may have hired most of these employees but I never can say anything correctly! Frankly, this would be so much easier if they were customers-

"Hey!" one of the boys shouted out. This one looked outgoing and confident. He could see a glint in his blue eyes that reflected his fiery personality. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. Oliver could tell that he was right on the spot. Oliver could also tell that this one liked playing sports or working out because of his toned arms.

"Hello," the other boy said. This one was definitely much more down-to-earth than the other. He looked quiet and responsible. His purple eyes sparkled, but not as much as the other's. Oliver couldn't help but compare the two. This one looked suited for behind the scenes work unlike most of the staff. Oliver couldn't help a small smile. He would probably become close to this one.

If there was one thing that completely got Oliver's attention, it was their hair and face. Yes, no matter how you looked at them, their personalities differed very much. One was wild while the other was calm. But the hair (especially the curls) and face... they must be related. Oliver listened to his intuition: they're twins.

All of Oliver's observations happened in an instant, and after that instant was over he realized he still had not said anything.

"Welcome to WorldWide!" Oliver greeted with a smile. Oh, no, he thought, I'm not going to give them the- "What would you like today?"

Oliver could feel the judgment already. His eyes almost flooded with tears. This is great. When Oliver was embarrassed or nervous about talking to people, a fake smile would spread on his face. It wasn't out of politeness to hide his uneasiness. Nervous smiles and small chuckles that could pass as chokes on sobs were the things he had to hide from these two, or Leon would completely flip.

"U- Um," Oliver stuttered, his gaze falling to the floor. Don't avert your gaze. Don't stutter. "The interview will take place as the other employees are working so you can observe how they maintain their jobs," Oliver looked back to the boys and smiled.

Alfred and Matthew glanced at each other. They looked slightly confused.

"Therefore, we will be having the interview out on the floor as customers come in to be served. Is that all right?"

"Yes, that's fine," the quieter boy said.

"Follow me to your seats," Oliver mused.

Alfred and Matthew looked at each other once more before following Oliver to a booth near the kitchen. Alfred shuffled in first, then Matthew. Oliver sat across from them.

"Alfred Jones," Oliver read from the papers he held then glanced towards the boy on his right, "and Matthew Williams, right?" After reading Matthew's name, he glimpsed at the boy on his left.

"Yes," Matthew answered.

"I'm Oliver Keen," our interviewer introduced.

Alfred tried his best to sigh as silently as possible. Matthew told him not to speak at all during the interview or he would blow it. Alfred would never do such a thing. After all, he was a hero.

". . . Both of you never had any experience in this field of work," Oliver discussed. His eyes flickered to the boys from the paper. "Why do you want to work here? What are your motives?"

"Well," Matthew began, "I want to start being more independent. I thought that if I had a job I could work towards that."

Oliver looked at Alfred. "And you?"

Matthew mentally slapped himself. He better not say something stupid like "I want money for a video game."

"Uh," Alfred stared at Oliver, "I made a promise with someone. And I want to keep it."

Oliver studied the two's movements. Matthew glanced at Alfred quickly as if he was worried about something. Alfred looked away from Oliver for a millisecond before looking back. Well, thought Oliver, everyone has their secrets. I won't pry too much.

"I noticed that you two don't have the same last name," Oliver said. "Are your parents divorced?"

Alfred and Matthew almost jumped from shock. How did he know they were related?

"Yes," Matthew responded, "they are."

Oliver stared at the papers. What should he ask next? Well, more than information from their speech, he should see them interacting and how they react to the job. As if on cue, a customer entered the building and a server with dark hair walked over to him. Take a risk.

"Alfred, Matthew, I'd like you to stay here for a while before I come back. If you get hungry or thirsty, you are welcome to ask a server for something." Oliver smiled and stood up.

"Oh," Matthew commented. This seemed a bit different from what most interviews were like.

Alfred thought the same. This interview was so different, yet... simple.


"Look~! It's the newbies!" a man with brown hair shouted from the kitchen.

"Quiet!" a man with a blond ponytail shushed.

A group of employees peeked from the kitchen door. Some were peeking out of the closet door. The rest of the employees were actually doing their jobs.

"Ooh! Look at that one! Oliver definitely has to hire him!"

"The other looks so scrawny!"

"Can you guys be quiet?"

"The one with rolled up sleeves is pretty attractive, I'll agree with that."

"But he doesn't seem to be talking much."

"The other one is doing most of the talking."

"Oliver's asking questions, already!"

"He should get their numbers~"

"Gross!"

"Can you get your filthy hands off me?"

"Guys! You can get a better look over here!"

Everyone looked across to a man inside the kitchen. The man had white hair and motioned for everyone else to come over.

"Sweet!" they simultaneously exclaimed. They all moved to watch the interview from inside the kitchen.

"Hey!" a stern voice said.

Immediately, they groaned. Not this guy again. Couldn't he loosen up a bit? Well, all of them thought that. But only one turned to address the dampening towel of fun.

"Rabat-joie*," the blond man muttered. "What is it?"

"Shouldn't you all be working?" the man asked. He was in a waiter's outfit: a white button-up shirt and a bow tie with black slacks. A black apron that tied tied around the waist held pockets for a pad, pencil, and other assortments.

"Shouldn't you?" the man with white hair mumbled.

"Some of us can't work until there are customers," the French man said.

"That's the case for all of us, isn't it?" a girl with long, caramel-colored hair said.

"Just because we need customers to do work, doesn't mean we should be eavesdropping!" a bulky man said. He wore a blue blazer over a white button-up with a black tie and gray slacks.

"Ludwig!" everyone gasped.

"Ah~! Boss~!" A man with brown hair erupted from the group of eavesdroppers. "You didn't get a hug from me yet today~!" The man dashed to Ludwig and jumped.

Immediate gasps ensued. An especially large one came from another man with the same colored hair as the other. Ludwig held out a hand that stopped the man from hugging him.

"Fratello!" A man similar looking to the happy-go-lucky hugger screamed. "What are you doing?! Get off him!"

"Eh~?" The other man stopped struggling to hug Ludwig. "What is it, Lovi?"

The angry man snapped at the other. "You shouldn't hug that man!"

"Lovino, shut up!" a man with a long ponytail yelled. "We don't need your worthless opinions poisoning the food, aru!"

"Can you all be quiet? Oliver might hear us."

"I want you to say that to my face, as-!"


"Hey, Alfred," Matthew asked, "can you hear that?"

"I can't hear anything over my stomach," Alfred replied with a frown. "I need something to eat."

"Oliver said that we could ask for food," Matthew reminded Alfred, "but that sound-"

"Excuse me! I'd like to order!" Alfred called over the server who was about to return to the kitchen.

The server turned and looked towards Alfred and Matthew. He walked to them and retrieved the pencil and pad from the pocket of his apron. When he arrived at the table, he asked if Alfred would like a menu.

"Uh, do you have any burgers?" Alfred asked, looking at the server.

"Al, you ate one yesterday for dinner!" Matthew scolded. "And the day before that!"

Alfred turned to his brother with a counteractive glare. "We eat pancakes every single morning for breakfast." Alfred poked his brother in the chest. "Every. Single. Morning."

"Alfred, Matthew," Oliver called out. He had emerged from outside the building. He was sweeping the steps for a while, but was caught up in a conversation with an old woman. "Do you want to see the back now?"

Alfred sighed.

"Oh," Oliver said upon the sight of the server, "were you about to order? Sorry."

"It's fine," Matthew responded before his brother could say anything rash. "Let's go see the back, Al."

"By the way," Oliver introduced, "this is Kiku Honda." He gestured towards the server who was about to take Alfred's order.

The man bowed; his short, ebony hair falling forward. "Pleased to meet you." He looked up, revealing dark brown eyes above soft cheeks.

"He's Japanese, so you'll have to get used to his cultural differences," Oliver explained.

"Why do you have to tell us that?" Alfred asked.

"A lot of people from different cultures work here," Oliver continued. "It can be difficult to get used to them."

It can't be that bad, thought Alfred and Matthew.

"Let's go see the back," Oliver urged, motioning for the two boys to follow.

"Eto, Oliver-san," Kiku called, "I don't think-"

Oliver turned his head as he walked towards the kitchen. He made a face by furrowing his brows. What?

Kiku was about to say something, but decided against it. Something would go terribly wrong either way.

As the four got closer to the kitchen, they heard screaming. Oh, no, Kiku thought. This wouldn't be good.

Oliver ran into the kitchen, the other three on his tail. "Wh- What's going on?!"


AN: I hope you liked it! Please review your thoughts or suggestions!

*Before you judge me, I don't know French grammar/vocabulary at all. I just went on wordreference and searched for the translation of killjoy and picked the first thing that came up. If my limited knowledge of French or any other language annoys you, please tell me and I'll stop.

Your possible thoughts: So what are the ships you're going to write about? Please tell us!

Well, I'm open for guesses. Go ahead if you want to guess, maybe I'll be nice enough to PM you if you're right or not! (lol yea, right) It would be fun to read your guesses whether or not I decide to tell you!

Will Alfred and Matthew get acquainted to their new jobs? Find out in the next chapter: Coffee or Cake, Maybe Together.