Yes… I am quite aware that I've practically made all the Hetalia characters gay, and only one American is working in the office. But, come on, this is mother freaken Hetalia we are talking about here. Nevertheless, thanks for absolutely everything and enjoy! ; )

The following day, Arthur was in a pure state of bliss even though he had to train a certain albino how to speak to customers, sell products, and handle complaints over the phone.

The German may have asked a few of the men cliental what they were wearing, but Arthur couldn't deny that Gilbert was, in fact, a good salesman.

It was now time for lunch. "You had a great start, Gil!" The Brit praised his new friend. "But… we may have to keep the conversations a little more – casual, if you know what I mean. Some customers may not take too kindly to you asking them what color underwear they are wearing." He finished with a blush.

This, however, only caused the albino to laugh manically. "No shame in that, my friend! I'll tell you what color mine are if you tell me." He winked. "I'm wearing pink. Well, they didn't start off, that way. I was using the washing machine for the first time, and –"

"Gilbert! Some of the words that come out of your mouth are very questionable!" Argued the Englishman.

Gilbert shrugged. "Just my nature, baby. Hey, who's that sitting over there all by himself?" He asked rather solemnly.

"Oh," Arthur began. "That's just Matthew. He's very quiet around here and doesn't usually talk to anyone. Although, he tries to give his opinion sometimes, but very rarely. He's a little too hard for some of us to figure out."

Before Arthur knew it, Gilbert already made his way over to Matthew. "Don't ask him what color underwear he is wearing!"

"I won't, mother." With that, the German pulled out an empty seat next to Matthew, which rather shocked the Canadian fellow at first.

"W-who are you?" He blushed.

Gilbert looked up from his sandwich that he was just about to open. "Hmm? Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Gilbert. You?"

"I'm M-Matthew, nice to meet you."

Gilbert's mouth watered as the man put a couple of pancakes in the microwave and poured some maple syrup over them when he brought them back to the table.

"That smells delicious." The albino complimented.

Matthew beamed. "Really, you think? I make these every day. You can have one, if you want."

Gilbert immediately took the man on his offer and dived into the pancake like a wild animal. "These are great! Good job." He praised as he patted Matthew on the head.

The meek boy seemed rather confused by Gilbert's form of praise but accepted it nevertheless. "I'll make some more tomorrow."

Arthur witnessed the entire conversation from across the room and sighed. "Oh, Gilbert. You're impossible, aren't you?" He said to no one in particular and smiled.

The Englishman enjoyed a few moments peace to himself but was happy once Alfred and Francis decided to join him.

"Hey, IGGY!" Alfred shouted and slammed his cafeteria tray rather loudly onto the table. "Office Christmas party this Friday! You and Francis better come otherwise something very bad might happen." He said with a wide grin plastered on his face the whole time.

"What kind of invitation is that?!" Francis demanded. "Non, if you want us to come, you have to beg." He winked and smirked mischievously.

For once in his life, Alfred seemed taken aback. "Eh?"

"You heard me," The Frenchman sang. "C'mon. Beg for Francis…"

"Of course, we'll come!" Arthur interrupted. "Come on, Francis. Don't kill the poor man's spirit."

Not pleased, the curly – haired blond folded his arms and pouted. "Hmph. I think he was really going to do it."

Alfred sighed with relief and laughed. "Don't worry about it, Francis. I know you always do everything I tell you!"

"Oh, it looks like I've forgotten my lunch in the car." Said Francis. "I'll just be a few minutes, you two play nice!"

The moment that Francis left through the doors into the parking lot, Alfred squealed with happiness.

"What is it?" The Brit chuckled. "You know you have to tell me now."

"I kissed Honda!" He whispered, an adorable pink blush crossing his cheeks.

Arthur nearly chocked on his food but was very excited for his friend. "Get out of here! Tell me everything!"

"W-well, I brought him over to my house again last night, and I purposely picked a scary movie for us to watch."

The green - eyed man laughed and shook his head. "Alfred, you sneak. We all know you are a girl when it comes to horror movies."

"So, we were near the climax of the movie where everything starts going to hell and the demon kept stalking the victims and jump – scaring. During one of the jump – scare scenes I leaped out of my seat and tightly wrapped my arms around Honda's neck. He told me that he wouldn't let anything bad happen to me, and he kissed me!"

"So, does this mean you two are officially going out?" Arthur asked with food in his mouth.

The American nodded his head, still squealing like a school girl.

The two friends embraced each other in a hug. "Well, looks like we'll need to make room for him at our lunch table when he comes back to work tomorrow." The Brit offered.

Just then, Francis returned with his food. "So, mon copains, what did I miss?"

The two friends continued to giggle and whisper to each other secretly just to piss Francis off.

"All, right! Tell me now Alfred or I'll tell everyone you keep a diary!" Threatened the Frenchman, who had already blurted out the American's little secret.

"It's not a diary! It's a journal! And… I was just telling Arthur here that me and Honda are finally dating. So, I told you my story! Your turn, Francy! I wanna hear the story about how you and Arthur finally had sex last night. Give me the details!"

"What?! You little perv!" Shouted Francis as he jumped from his chair and chased Alfred until he had him in a choke hold.

Alfred, on the other hand, continued to laugh like a mad man through strangled breaths. "Who told you? Tell me this instant!"

The curly haired blond finally released his hold on Alfred to let him speak. "Arthur texted me!" He admitted with a wink. "But don't be mad, Francy. Arthur and I are just besties like two little school girls. We tell each other everything no matter how embarrassing."

Francis laughed and dropped Alfred hard onto the floor. "Well, I guess it can't be too bad. It is kind of cute that Arthur finally has a bestie of his own. But rest be sure, Alfred. Your diary is no longer safe. I will find it and post the pages all over the office. I will get my revenge… you hamburger eating American."