Whoooo! Sorry for the late update people. I was, like, getting ready for AP tests, but now that they're done, I got plenty of time!

This chapter was actually going to be a lot, lot longer, but I decided to split it up into two different parts because it would just be waaaay to huge. Also, there are some hints of RoChu, and definite Spamano and shy!Poland. Aaaaand also EstoniaxLatvia if you squint really hard. Liet also gets his heart broken in this chapter. Poor Toris. I torture him too much.

Omgomg! Office fans, did any of you see the good-bye episode with Steve Carrell? THAT WAS SOOO SAD. ;A; Now I want Michael to come back! (But I love Dwight too much, so...)

Thanks so much for all the reviews and alerts and favs, guys! Now if we can just get the review count to above 10, I'd be so happy!

ON WITH THE CHAPTER


Chapter 4


Three weeks later, Feliks had walked into what he was thinking would be a normal day at work (well, almost normal, since he had come in wearing pants). He had checked his e-mail (nothing of note except for a crazy chain e-mail from Yong Soo), talked with a client, and looked to see if he had any dirt in his nails. A half-hour had gone by, and Toris still hadn't shown up.

And then it happened.

Feliks looked up. Toris walked in, chatting happily with Ivan.

His arm was in a sling, and there was a cast around his wrist, and he didn't seem to notice it at all

"Toris!" he exclaimed, jumping up from his seat and running over to the poor brunet. "What happened?"

Ivan smiled in that creepy way of his. "Oh, nothing much, Feliks. Toris just hurt himself a little, that's all." He pat Feliks' head (Feliks shuddered) and went over to his desk.

Feliks turned to Toris. "Toris, Toris, what happened?" he demanded. "How'd you get hurt?"

Toris smiled slightly and shook his head. "I'll tell you later when—" He looked around; everyone had turned away from them and continued to work. "Well, maybe later."

He sighed and walked over to his desk.

Alfred zoomed out of his office, holding a megaphone to his lips.

"SALESPEOPLEEEEESSSSSS!" he yelled.

Feliks jumped, his hands over his ears. "Ahhh!"

"Agghhh!"

"Alfred!"

"What the hell, man?"

Alfred grinned. "SALESPEOPLESSS, CONFERENCE ROOM IN FIVE MIN—NO, FIVE SECONDS! COME ON, LET'S GO! LET'S GO!" He threw the megaphone behind him into his office and rushed into the room.

Of course. Feliks had completely forgotten about the sales-calls. Alfred had told everyone about them a week ago. No wonder why Feliks wore pants.

After everyone had been seated, Alfred stood up and said, "Sooooooo! Today we shall be focusing on salescalls, people! All eleven of you are going to be paired up, to maximum efficientness! Sooooo, people with last names at the beginning of the alphabet pick first!"

"I pick Arthur!" exclaimed Francis, grabbing the Englishman's arm.

Arthur swatted his hand away. "You've got to be bloody joking! There's not way I'm going out on a sales call with him!"

Alfred scowled. "Ehh, Francis, are you serious? Arthur's kinda weird—"

"Alfred!"

Francis shrugged. "I don't mind. I find peculiarity to be quite an attractive trait."

"Ahhhhhh!" yelled Arthur. "Alfred, no! Do something!"

Alfred huffed. "Okay, fine! Arthur, you come with me, since you're so scared that Francis'll molest you, aaaaaaaand Francis, you can go with Ludwig."

Ludwig groaned. "Scheiße..."

"Nope, nope, nope! Noooo cursing in German, Luddy! I'm not going to change it for you! Okay, next on the list is Ivaaaaaan!"

"I pick Toris!" Ivan smiled.

"Yeah, no. I don't care if he's dating your sister, but he's starting to look worse for wear. You're going with Yao."

Ivan's smiled faltered a little but returned to its full shine. "Alright then. You like that, Yao?"

Yao shuddered. "Umm, uhhh..."

"Good! Antoooooniooooo!"

"Lovino!"

Lovino rolled his eyes. "...Fine..."

"Simple and clean! Feliks, I don't know what the hell your last name letter is, but it looks like an 'L', so I'll just pair you up with Toris."

"Totes!" said Feliks, beaming up at the brunet. Toris gave a weak smile.

"That's everyone, right? Greeeaat! So here are the assignments!"

"Umm!"

Raivis' hand shot up. "Alfred, you forgot me and Eduard."

Alfred turned his head to the side. "Huh? Raivis, where are you?"

Raivis leaned forward. "I'm right here!"

"Ohhh! Sorry, Ivan was blocking my view. Yeah, just go with Eduard. You guys are cute together anyways."

Raivis and Eduard blushed and tried not to look at each other.

"Now that we've got all the pairs down, it's time for the assignments!" Alfred took out a piece of paper from his pocket. "Okay! Me and Artie will go down to that psyche hospital over in Belmont. Ludwig and Francis, you guys are heading off to that big lawfirm in Chelsea—"

Ludwig muttered, "That's specific."

"Ivan and Yao, go you to the Briards and Buddies Animal Rescue downtown. I'm sure Yao'll like that. Toris and Feliks, the Paul Revere Magnet School over in Medford. Lovino and Antonio, the country club in Brookline, aaaaand I think that's—"

"Alfred!"

"Sorry, Raivis! I'm sorry! You can go with Eduard to that real estate group."

Raivis groaned. "Thanks, Alfred..."

Alfred clapped. "Let's goooooooooo!"

They all walked out of the conference room and over to the exit, grabbing coats and suitcases. Toris went over to reception, smiling slightly. Natalia still glared at him.

"So, I guess this is good-bye, huh?" Toris' voice was no louder than a whisper, but Feliks still heard him. "See you later." He leaned in to kiss her.

Natalia put her hand on his cheek and pushed him away. "No."

Toris jumped, taking a step back. "What?"

Natalia grit her teeth. "No. I have had it." Her voice leaked venom, and her eyes shone with cold fury. "Toris, you disgust me. I hate you. You are the most pathetic, idiotic, and irritating man I know. Every time you open your mouth, I want to kill myself. Do me a favor and never evertalk to me again. Good-bye." She turned to her computer

Toris gulped. All eyes were on them, but quickly looked away. Now Feliks had an idea about who hurt his wrist.

"Uhhhh...great...so...uhh..." He blinked rapidly and turned around.

"Feliks, can you drive? I don't feel so good."


Lovino scoffed and looked out the window. "I really don't feel like going out on a salescall today."

"Lovi, I don't want to either, but we have to—"

"Dammit! I really wanted to go down to the storage closet today!"

Antonio sighed. "It's not my fault you're always so horny."

Lovino said nothing.

"Okay, how about this. After we make the sales call, how about we book a hotel room somewhere and we can go crazy?"

Lovino smiled. "That sounds great. Antonio?"

"Hmm?"

"If I'm the one to make the sale, can I top?"

"No, Lovino."

"Dammit!"


"Exactly, how many times has Alfred forgotten about us?" asked Raivis.

"Probably ten. Yeah, I think it's been ten," said Eduard.

Raivis sighed. "Sometimes, I think that Alfred forgets we exist. We're invisible, like, like, that HR guy we have. His name's Michael, right?"

"I think so. Raivis, we're not invisible. At least some people remember that we're in the office. Toris seems to like us—"

"He's out with reception and Feliks half the time."

"And then there's Ivan—"

"Oh God, no! That bruise in my back where he keeps poking me still won't go away, and it's been two months!" Raivis groaned and threw his head back. "Sometimes, I think I should quit."

Eduard blinked. "Where would you go? Weren't you the receptionist before Natalia came?"

Raivis blushed. "W-w-well, I'll have you know that I'm writing a series of romance novels—"

"Not again, Raivis!"

"No, really! It's about a girl who moves from Tampa to a little town in Maine and falls in love with a vampire!"

"...Raivis, that's the plot of Twilight."


The car was silent. Too silent.

Toris had his head on the dashboard. Feliks kept his eyes on the road, although he couldn't help but give his sales partner a few worried glances. The happy, teeny-bopper music that he normally played wasn't even on.

"Like, this is your first sales-call, right?" asked Feliks.

"Ughhhhhhhh," moaned Toris.

"Feeling nervous?"

"Ehhhhhh."

"I know I did on my first call. I'm not exactly outgoing with people I don't know, so—"

"Uhhhhhhhhh."

Feliks frowned and sighed. "Toris..."

Toris burst into tears, covering his face with his good hand and sobbing.

"Toris!"

Feliks pulled over, turning off the car and putting his arm over his shoulder.

"Shhhh! Toris, Toris, it's okay. It'll be alright! Come on..."

Toris leaned into his shoulder and buried his head in his side. Feliks' breath caught in his throat—Toris had never been this close to him before. He smiled sadly and allowed the other to cry against him.

"Toris, Toris," he murmured comfortingly. "It'll be okay, it'll be okay!"

"She was my life!" Toris exclaimed, shaking his head and grabbing at Feliks' shirt with his good hand. "I loved her, Feliks! I really did!"

Feliks couldn't help but glance at Toris' bad arm. Well, obviously she didn't have the same feelings for you. But he said nothing and held him closer.

"I know, I know..."

"I-I thought she really liked me, you know? I mean, we would go out all the time—" Thanks to Ivan. "—and we would just talk and talk." Toris did most of the talking. "And—and—" Toris choked up and couldn't continue.

Feliks pat his back when suddenly a pang of guilt hit him. Why on earth was he feeling guilty? He wasn't the one who broke up with Toris, or broke his wrist. Was it because, deep down, that he knew that he was happy for the break-up, even though it made his friend a complete mess?

Because you hated seeing them together, a voice in the back of his mind told him. Because you knew that Natalia hated his guts. And deep down, you wanted them to break-up.

"Hey, Toris?"

Toris looked up, tears falling softly down his cheeks. God, he looked so miserable. "Y-yes?"

"Listen—" Feliks dug in his glove compartment and took out a few tissues, handing them to Toris. "—Toris, break-ups suck, okay?" Toris sniffed. Feliks held him tighter. "Hey, how about we go get some ice cream after the sales-call, okay? That always cheers me up after a break-up."

Toris gave him a watery smile. "F-Feliks, thank you," he whispered. He took the tissue and dabbed at his eyes. "I-I'm sorry. You must think I'm weird, crying over a little break-up..."

"Toris, I don't think that it's weird," said Feliks. "You just really liked Natalia, that's why. But it just didn't work out."

Toris sniffed again. "Y-yeah..." He wiped his eyes and gave a shaky laugh. "S-so, how about that sales-call?"


The drive with Ivan and Yao was incredibly awkward-looking. Yao was trying to not focus on the Russian, while Ivan was looking forward with that creepy smile on his face. Ivan felt rather odd sitting in this car, with its panda-themed seat protectors, a little panda bobble-head, and a few Hello Kitty toys in the back seat. If Ivan didn't know any better, he would have thought that it was the car of an Asian teenage girl. As many times as he had been on sales-calls with Raivis or Eduard or even Alfred, he had never gone on one with Yao before.

"You love animals, da?" he asked.

Yao gulped. "Y-yes," he said. "I have a dog and a few cats at home."

Ivan kept on smiling. "That's good. I've had a dog before." He frowned. "But she died."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

They continued on in silence, until Yao made a sharp turn onto a residential street.

Ivan blinked. "Yao, where are we going?"

"Would you mind if I went to my house for a little while? I need to get something for the call."

"Umm, alright then."

Yao parked in front of a small house and ran inside. Ivan sat in the car, looking around at the neighborhood.

After a few minutes, Yao came back, holding a rather large baking tray covered with foil. He put the tray on the floor of the backseat. Why on earth would he come to his house to pick up some food?

Ivan turned around to look at it. "Umm, Yao, what's in there? It smells—"

But Yao was already driving off, tires screeching


"Got a plan?"

Ludwig and Francis were already in the waiting room of the rather dark-looking law firm. Francis was flipping through an entertainment magazine, while Ludwig was staring solemnly ahead, waiting to be called.

"I was thinking of maybe talking about our customer service that goes beyond that of larger chains," Ludwig answered.

Francis raised a delicate eyebrow. "Really? Ludwig, you've always said that. It's really boring." He flipped his hair. "Why don't I add in some of my natural French charm?"

Ludwig scowled. "Francis, Mr. Bryant is a man."

"Ah! But my good looks can easily make a straight flower bend a little." He chuckled and went back to reading the magazine.

Ludwig groaned and shook his head. Maybe there was some truth in what Francis said. After all, he was shockingly one of the top salesmen in the branch.

The receptionist came out. "Mr. Beilschmidt and Mr. Bonnefoy, Mr. Bryant can see you now."


By now, Toris and Feliks were heading through the empty hallways of the high school, all of the students already in class. Toris' face was clear, except for a few faint tear streaks. To his confusion, Feliks was acting a little jittery, walking at a much brisker pace than Toris and his eyes darting everywhere.

"So, just talk about our prices and customer service and all of that, right?" said Toris.

Feliks nodded. "Y-yeah," he said. "And don't forget charm! Everyone loves that."

"Alright then. Feliks, you'll help me out, right?"

"I hope so."

Those words were rather ominous, but Toris didn't question them.

They finally reached the main office. The secretary looked up at them from her desk and smiled.

"Hello, you must be the paper representatives from Herozone," she said. "Unfortunately, the business office is out on a small break, but they'll be back in a few minutes. You can stay here if you'd like. May I take your names?"

"I'm Toris. Toris Lorinaitis," he said.

She scribbled down his name and looked at Feliks. "And you, sir?"

"Feliks?"

The poor blond had hidden behind Toris and started to shake a little.

"I-I'm F-Feliks Łukasiewicz," he said.

"Umm, how do you spell your last name, sir?"

"Uhh, umm, Ł-u-k-a—"

Toris stepped forward. "Here, I'll write it down." He took the small pad and wrote down Feliks' full name (since she had also misspelled Feliks as "Felix"). "There you go," he said.

The secretary looked at the pad. "Hmm, interesting last name. Well, you can take a seat over there." She gestured over a couple of chairs surrounding a TV.

"Feliks, are you okay?" Toris asked, sitting down.

"I'm fine," the blond muttered, grabbing the giant wolf plush that was draped around the chair and hugging it around the neck. "I'm just not that good with new people," he added.

Toris gulped. Oh great, he was going to have to go out on his first sales-call alone.

"Um, sirs, the business secretaries are in. Their offices are that way."

Toris sighed and got up. "Okay, Feliks, come on."

Feliks followed him into the office, dragging the giant wolf behind him.


Next chapter, we'll finally get to see the results of the sales-calls and as well as more RoChu and USUK hints ;P Oh, and did I mention LietPol and Spamano too?

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