Liam breathed in the heavy smell of his coffee. It was cold in New York in December. Florida had been so much milder. Last night, his boss had called him. He told Liam to be in the office early the next day and speak of what went on with the ambassadors to no one else. Liam had agreed quickly, able to read the older man's anxiety even though his tone of voice was perfectly even. Liam swiped into the building and set about unlocking all the doors. He struggled a bit to remember which key went to which door. Usually he only opened the back door for himself.

His early morning activities went quickly. He laid out the files that'd been delivered the day before, let the caterers into the conference room and answered the phone. They were set to arrive at nine. Liam's stomach was in knots. The past employee had seemed really eager to leave after his month with the delegates. He knew once the first person arrived he'd only feel their emotions, his would be blotted out until he get alone again.

A door opened and Liam felt a cold draft. Their was no sound from the entry way. Liam sat behind his secretary desk fiddling with some sticky notes. He couldn't see the person yet but they were close enough to change his mood. A bubble of mischievousness rose up in him along with a tendril of smugness. Liam cracked a grin and before he realized it, he'd kicked his feet up on the desk. He waited for the first delegate to walk into his line of sight. A white head of hair rushed into his line of sight.

"You didn't see anything!" A good looking young man called over his shoulder as he went speeding into the conference room. Liam chuckled at the amusement coming from the man. As the white haired guy ran out of Liam's empathy range he took his feet down from the desk. He really should have more control than that. He'd have to get use to having so many people around again.

The door slammed open again, "Prussia! Get back here gott verdammt!" a heavily accented voice yelled, "You are not a nation so you are not allowed at the world conferences!"

Frazzled and indigent, those were the surface emotions that washed over him. The empath wanted to run a hand through his dark hair, but managed to keep it on the desk instead. A blonde man stalked into his line of sight.

"Excuse me!" the blonde said, "did you happen to see a white haired idiot run past here?" The delegate stood in front of him with a small German flag pinned to his lapel.

Liam froze behind his chair. Normally he just got surface emotions… like what happened earlier, but this guy. This guy… god, there was so much. Bunches of pain, humiliation, anger, and regret. Tucked away, practically hidden was a tender flower of pride and enthusiasm.

"Uh," Liam stuttered, "no, sorry."

These were not the emotions the man was feeling currently, was it? One person usually only felt so much when they were having a huge break down or flip out. Not when they were talking with someone they just met.

The man ground his teeth, "thank you," he murmured before heading towards the conference room. Liam stared at his retreating back, wondering what the hell was going on with the German.

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As the foreign dignitaries made their way into the conference room Liam picked up on their emotions. The men, because the majority of them were men, who stopped to ask Liam a question or get directions to the bathroom or whatever, all had the same type of conflicting oceans of emotions rolling through them.

Halfway through the day the conference room door burst open and two blondes spilled out. They were arguing. Liam saw them yelling at each other, but they were just too far away to hear. As they moved closer Liam could almost make out the colors of their pins. His eyes roved over their lapels… both red, white and blue. That's when he heard the accents.

"You lecherious frog!"

"Ah mon petit chaton…"

When the two came closer to Liam the emotions crashed into him like a tsunami. He froze in his seat. Lust made his nerve endings feel like they were on fire while annoyance gave him heart burn. As they passed by Liam jumped up awkwardly. He had to touch. He looked at the two men as they began to walk away from him. The shorter one had the best ass Liam had ever seen on a guy and he wasn't even gay! But that ass was round and plump and…

"What do you think you are doing?" a British accent screeched.

The blonde was staring at him over his shoulder. His eyebrows were quite thick. The long haired blonde was practically choking on laughter. His endless hon, hon, hons were turning his face quite a fetching red. Maybe he'd kiss those plump lips… give him something to really blush over. Liam blinked. He'd gotten up from his desk and his hands were on that ass. Slowly he massaged those cheeks once before a pain bloomed in his cheek and he fell down hard.

The punch was exactly what he needed to reign in his raging lust… or the Frenchmen's raging lust. Damn how could a guy feel that horny all the time and not be hitting on everything with two legs? Liam pinched the bridge of his nose. He should not, not, not have done that.

Liam focused his attention on the shorter blonde who was spitting words at him. The young man tried to focus on his emotions instead of the other's lust. There was annoyance, embarrassment and a touch of rage, but just behind that was determination, confidence and maturity. He could use those emotions to fix this.

"I'm so sorry, sir," Liam apologized, "I have no idea what came over me. That was extremely out of character for me."

"And it bloody well better be!" The Brit exclaimed, "I expect that type of treatment from this frog, but not from the staff here!"

The Frenchmen laughed, "relax Angleterre, what is a little grope among friends, oui?"

Liam looked at him and instantly that lust infected him again. The man's blonde hair looked so silky to the touch and his lips were so womanly, how could Liam not like them? Liam quickly closed the gap between the two of them. He kissed the man. It was the first time he'd ever had to tilt his head up to kiss someone. Faintly he felt his own bafflement and almost disgust at the thought that he was kissing a strange man after only meeting him. Unfortunately for the empath, the long haired blonde's attraction only got more intense when Liam after kissing him.

Liam dipped his tongue into the other man's mouth. His tongue skimmed over the other's teeth. The taller man sucked on his tongue and Liam moaned into his mouth. Even as he was making out, the empath could feel a new set of emotions fall into the mix of the Brit's and Frenchmen's. Sadness, depression and confusion. It wasn't either of these two guys... there must be someone else in the area. He distantly realized the man he was currently making out with might have a girlfriend or something and he should stop.

The thought came and went. He just didn't care. He was really freakin' horny. The Frenchmen nipped at Liam's lips and his hands wandered down to grab at the delegate's ass. Only when those negative emotions got closer did Liam break for a breather. He pulled back to see dark blue eyes glazed over and a cocky smile settle on that handsome face.

"Why are you so horny all the time?" The question left Liam's mouth before he could catch it.

The Frenchmen cocked his head, "excusez-moi?"

A set of hands pulled Liam away from the blonde. Traces of confusion, maturity and curiosity. It was the Brit. God he was so going to loose his job after this.

"Son… are you alright?" The accented voice was deeper when he wasn't yelling.

"Shit, I'm so sorry!" Liam exclaimed. His own emotions flared bright for a moment and overshadowed the strange men's feelings. Liam was baffled and embarrassed.

"I can't help it! You guys feel so much. This has never happened before... I should have better control. God, I'm going to loose my job! Can you not tell my boss about this? Oh what am I saying of course you're going to tell my boss!" Liam would have continued to ramble, but a calloused hand pushed his jaw shut. His voice was muffled behind his lips until he noticed he'd been shut up. Then he went silent.

"Take a deep breath," Liam breathed in, "first tell me what you're name is."

"William, but I go by Liam," he answered.

"That is a strong English name," the shorter blonde said.

Liam tried to get his thoughts in order, "Thanks, my mom was from Dover. It reminded her of her home."

"Lovely to meet you, I'm Arthur," the Brit said, "I have a bit of an odd question for you Liam."

Liam nodded his head ready for anything. The phone number for his boss? 603-357-0401. When's lunch being served? 12:30 pm. Is he gay? He didn't think so ten minutes ago.

"Are you an empath?"

His breath shuddered out of his chest and he stared at Arthur. Well, he thought he was ready for anything.