...I suck major arse. here's more for you all and thank you for the reviews! they mean so much to me, especialy with school and grad and stuff, they've really helped me to relax and think. sorry it took so long, I have not had anytime to edit these chapters, and im posting this at school again...anyways

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Matthew said good-bye to his brother and walked out. He had read about a job opening in the newspaper for a waiter position at a nearby restaurant. He knew that tips would be great, but he hoped that people might notice him.

The building was a bit shady, but once inside he understood the expression of, "it's what inside that counts" beautiful chandeliers, lights were set low as to add into a romantic atmosphere. Tables with 2-4 seats. Unlit candles and lots of private tables with lovely curtains surrounding them. Looking at the flyer once more he frowned. A Mr. Kirkland, who owned the restaurant, was supposed to be there to interview possible applicants. After a few minutes past, Matthew decided to sit down, as perhaps Mr. Kirkland was out on a quick errand, or Matthew had the wrong time.

"oui je peux prendre soin de la entrevues , (yes i can take care of the interviews)" someone said as they walked out the back door with his back towards Matthew. The speaker had blonde hair that was longer than Matthew's. Who then stood up wanting to make a good impression, "Good bye sir." the man said as he turned around and looked at Matthew. Pale blue meet violet and the man smiled. "Table for 1?"

"Eh, oh non, je suis ici sur l'ouverture de l'emploi (no, I'm here about the job opening)" Matthew replied in French.

"vous parlez français? je t'aime déjà! (You speak french? I love you already!) Mon nom est franchise bonneyfay

vous êtes mignon aussi, vos nom mrs.? (My name is franchise bonneyfay, you're cute as well, your name Mrs.?)

'Maple leaf!' Matthew thought to himself, "My name is Matthew...sir."

Francis blinked for a moment looking at Matthew's face before realizing that he was indeed a boy, a young one at that to. "Ov course, now you are here for the job yes?"

"Yes, i-" Matthew started before being cut off by frachies.

"Are you available at night?" Matthew nodded at the question "can you take orders and get them to me right away and deal with other customers in a calm friendly way?" nod. Are you willing to cross dress? And carry drinks and food on trays?" Another nod. Wait what? "How old are you?"

"I'm 18."

"So young, why do you want to work here?"

"Simply put, I need a job, my brother goes to college based on scholarships that I helped him get, and from what I am able to get from other jobs. Right now, however, I am struggling to cover food bills, rent, electricity bills and hospital bills."

"Hospital bills?"

Matthew felt his cheeks warm up at the memory of being saved by Ivan and Gilbert. "I had a small accident." Simple enough please don't ask me for more Matthew thought to himself.

"Very well then, do you have any work experience?"

"oui, here's my résumé," Matthew said as he looked into the papers he held onto, quickly finding his résumé, he held it out the French man.

Francis took the paper and quickly skimmed over it, already with a decision in mind. Once he finished looking, he know he was, making a good choice.

"Tonight, will be a, how to say, test." Matthew nodded, "I am not expecting anything to happen, but I wish to see how you work in this kind of environment. i have a uniform i wish for you to wear, and you can ask Arthur for more information when he gets here. i am the cook, and Arthur is my lover and a waiter. He has a mild temper, but he works well enough with others." Francis began to walk towards the back and motioned for Matthew to follow him.

Walking into the back room Matthew saw a small office and locker room with only a couple of old lockers. He saw a couple of names: Arthur, Francis, Romano, and elezevata.

"Wait here a moment and write your name on a locker." Fancies said as he walked into the office. Matthew looked at the lockers. Thankful that he had a job; Matthew wrote his name onto the white dry erase board with a black marker. When he capped the pen he saw Francis walking out of the room with two uniforms in his arms. The man smiled, "here, one of these should fit."

with a quick thank you Matthew took them and went into the washroom and quickly pout them both on to see how they fit. both were too big, Matthew was smaller than most people thought, that and his girlish figure didn't help, while Alfred was tall and had an athletic build, Matthew was small, lean and looked more like a ballet dancer. Quickly telling his new boss that they were too big for him the French man grabbed another which did fit. Thankfully. The uniform itself was simple: black slacks, a white shirt with a black vest and a black tie. Looking at himself in the mirror, Matthew scowled, he looked like a girl...

"Mathieu? Are you dressed?" franchise called with a gentle knock on the door.

"o-oui," Matthew stuttered as he folded his clothes quickly and stepped out.

"ah, the uniform looks good on you.'

"Thank you." Matthew placed his things into the locker and closed it. His boss then gave him a small notebook and pen, before gently pushing him out the door where he saw the once empty restaurant full of people.

"Just take orders and look pretty!" His boss whispered before going into the kitchen.

Matthew gulped as went to all the tables taking orders and bringing them to the kitchen and taking food to the customer's. It was a trying job, but Matthew did see money going into his pockets from tips. soon, the crowd left more than entered, and everything slowed down, so Matthew was able to converse with people more.

He found it easy, despite his natural ability to blend into the background. Eventually when the last family left he noticed something off. it was like someone walked over his grave. he looked around but didn't see anyone.

"bonjour Matthieu!' Francis called out as he walked into the main room, "good job today."

Matthew smiled as he heard the door open behind him, "hell- Gilbert?"

"Birdie!" the albino said walking forwards with confidence in his every step, "how's it going? Working for old fanny now?"

"Gilbert, it's been too long, you know Matthew?"

"ja, I helped him recently." the two men hugged and smiled before turning back to Matthew. "So birdie, why here?"

"Um-'

"Manners Gilbert!"

"yeah yeah," Gilbert shrugged.

"I'll go get changed now." Matthew said as he walked back to the locker room and got his things. quickly stepping into the washroom he changed.

(pov change)

Gilbert looked to the incubus and snarled, "don't touch him, I found him first, old friend!"

"oui, he is, how to say adorable, but I prefer them a little more…not so innocent." Francis said, while licking his lips.

"ja, he's already been seen by the white demon, Ivan."

Francis's eyes went wide, "and you care for Matthieu? Even with the demon after him?"

"ja, you should have seen him, i…I have to protect his innocence."

"aw, someone's in love~" franc ise lightly teased. Gilbert didn't say anything, he only looked down to his shoes. "ah, it is amour then! I will help as best I can."

"you will?" Gilbert said with a smile befor jumping into the others arms. "thank you!"

Once they stopped their hug, they felt a chill running down their spines, followed by Matthews scream!

They ran.

*Matthew* what am I screaming at...im scared...

*both Ivan and Gilbert stand closer to the shaking blonde and hold him, completely ignoring each others presence*

...wait and see~ *aourther* I am away again this Friday (tomorrow lol) so I will try to return to normal updates soon! off to finish editing snowy friendship!

And in honuor of 15 reviews I'm doing a little game, review that is closet to a certain number gets a one-shot. any hetlalia pairing, rating and etc. good luck~

until next time~