Mr. Marks-Ivan Braginsky/Russia-32
Accountants-Eduard/Estonia-20 and Raivis/Latvia-16
I, HeroinOfDarkness, do NOT own Hetalia, The Producers, or ANYTHING.
As Toris entered the big, grey building he began to fix his hair, which was still wet, along with the rest of his body. 'I can't believe he pushed me into the fountain. How am I going to explain this to my boss?" Giving a shudder at the thought of his boss, Toris stopped in the middle of the lobby looks back to where he can still see the top part of the fountain in the distance. Despite himself, he really felt guilty for not helping the blonde. Was that right? Realizing what he was thinking, Toris mentally slapped himself. 'No. I did the right thing. I'm an honest man. I can't afford to take such a risk.'
Fixing himself up to the best of his abilities, Toris looks into a mirror that happened to be next to him for further examination. Well, at least he was clean…. "Maybe he won't notice." The brunette said to himself as he entered the elevator. As the elevator went up, Toris kept trying to reassure himself. "Maybe he won't even notice me." But what if he does? He's a really scary guy! Tearing up to the thought of what his boss would do to him if he was unhappy, Toris yelled out in surprise when he heard the ding indicating he has reached his floor. "Alright. Just do your work and don't make eye contact" Taking a deep breath, Toris gathers up his courage and walks into his usual workplace.
The room he entered was extremely grey. Grey walls, grey floor, and miserable looking men in grey suits sitting in neatly assorted grey desks. The only color that popped out was the bright sunflowers that were scattered around the room in their grey vases and the dark green visors on top of everyone's head. Scanning the dull room, Toris spots his two brothers Eduard and Raivis, sitting in their respective desks near his own. The two notice their brother's presence and give him a smile and polite nod in which Toris returns. Walking to his neatly organized desk, Toris ties his hair into a little ponytail and takes out his paperwork.
"Toris," Eduard said, still doing his own work. "Why are you wet?"
"Oh, um," Shuffling through his papers, Toris debated whether or not to just tell them the whole story or just why he was wet. Glancing back at the blonde, who was now giving him an expectant look, Toris decided to just tell him the latter. "Someone tackled me into the fountain outside." He said with a nervous chuckle.
Upon hearing this Eduard gave his elder brother a confused look while Raivis, the youngest, completely stopped his work and leaned up to Toris who happened to sit in front of him. "Were you mugged big brother?"
"What? No! Nothing like that!" It would be hard to explain to them what happened. Especially at work. Stiffling himself, Toris takes a quick look around the room. Alright, in the clear. Lowering his head back to his work, Toris whispers back to his brothers. "I'll tell you guys later."
As the brothers continued their work, all of the accountants in the room decided to sing their usual song.
"Unhappy. Unhappy. Very, very, very, very unhappy." Weirdly enough, this is the song the boss had instructed them to sing every day. If they didn't, then they would get what he called a punishment. "Unhappy. Unhappy. Very, very, very unhappy."
"Laurinaitis~"
The sound of their boss's voice makes everyone stop dead in their tracks. Hearing the voice come from behind him, Toris' heart nearly stopped. Oh god! Frightened, Toris slowly turned his head around to see none other than his boss, Ivan Braginsky, with a giant brown cigar hanging from his creepy smile. 'How long has he been there?' The brunette wondered. Toris, along with everybody else, was right to be scared. Ivan was extremely tall, making him tower almost anybody he met. His skin was somewhat pale and his eyes where violet, making him seem almost unreal. But, what was most unsettling was the fact that almost all of the time Ivan wore a creepy, innocent smile, one that he uses to mask his cruel nature.
"Comrade~" Ivan said while putting his hand on Toris' shoulder, his terrifying smile not leaving his face. "Where have you been? As you can tell, we are at an accounting firm, not a country club." Ivan takes his chocolate cigar from his mouth and takes a bite, letting the caramel drip a little. "You can't just wonder off like that." He said, after engulfing the rest of the sweet.
"Oh, uh, sorry sir…"
Out of nowhere, Ivan brings both of his large hands to Toris' face and pinches both cheeks. Too scared to resist, the brunette just holds in his scream. "Remember~ you are a PA, a public accountant." Ivan pulls a little harder. "And I am a CPA, a certified public accountant. A rank a miserable little worm like yourself could never hope to achieve." The accountants, not knowing what else to do, just sat and watched their poor friend get scolded.
"Y-yes, . Thank you for speaking to me."
Ivan lets go of the brunette's face. "Da~ You're welcome." Turning around, Ivan sends a warning to the rest of the office. "And what do you think are you all looking at?" He said making the employees flinch. "You're acting like you've never seen someone get scolded. Back to work! All of you!" The accountants look back down to their desks and continue their work and song.
"Unhappy. Unhappy. Very, very, very unhappy."
Pleased with the progress, Ivan turns to make his leave, but before actually leaving to his private office, he suddenly turns to Raivis and yells out "Boo!" causing the little brunette to yell and tremble in fear. Seeing the boy scared like that makes Ivan laugh before finally leaving. After the door closed, the accountants began to relax a little. Eduard, wanting to calm his little brother, began to sing his part of the song.
"Oh, I debits all the mornin'. And I credits all the ebenin'. Until them ledgers be right." As Eduard sang, the rest of the accountants raise their ledgers high and wave them about.
"Until them ledgers be right."
After putting their ledgers down, the accountants stop and take a moment to stretch their arms a little. Toris, however, takes out some paper and begins to doodle. They weren't allowed many breaks, so Toris used all of the time he could to dream about his fantasy. Nobody ever told him that it wasn't allowed.
"I spent my life accounting with figures and such."
"Unhappy."
"To what is my life amounting. It figures, not much." It had been ten years since he and his brothers came to America. And out of all that time, he had only been accounting. He never had time to do anything else because, despite being a great worker, he was paid very little. Almost every last cent went into food, clothes and the small apartment the three of them shared. The rest they saved to buy their mother into the country.
"Unhappy."
Looking down at his paper, Toris marvels at his doodle, his name in lights on Broadway. "I have a secret desire, hiding deep in my soul." For some reason he thinks back to Feliks and his offer. He has always wanted to be a producer with all of the perks of being successful. "It sets my heart a fire to see me in this role."
Putting down his pencil, Toris lets out a sigh, puts his chin on his fist and looks up into the ceiling.
"I wanna be a producer with a hit show on Broadway. I wanna be a producer, lunch at Sweden's every day." Getting up from his seat, Toris picks up his finished work and walks over to the wall of file cabinets on the right side of the room. "I wanna be a producer. Sport atop hat and a cane. I wanna be a producer and drive those chorus girls insane."
As Toris reached to the handle to open the file cabinet, it suddenly began to shake uncontrollably. 'Oh god! Did I break it?' Toris thought. Looking around the room, Toris noticed that everyone else was still working and had failed to notice the whole wall shaking. Do they not see it? How couldn't they? Before Toris could speak up to address the shaking, the cabinet stops rattling and a beautiful girl wearing nothing but pearls pops out. 'Where did she come from?' Not long after the girl popped out, a couple more in the same outfit followed. The last girl that revealed herself was shorter, and was not as beautiful as the others. 'Where did they come from?" The chorus girls walk around Toris and form a chorus line with him in the middle.
Let's see, Toris was surrounded by women, he wasn't in pain, and Mr. Braginsky hasn't showed up to ruin his fun. Was he dreaming? Shrugging, Toris just comes to the conclusion that he was just day-dreaming. So, why not have fun? Signaling the girls to dance, Toris begins to sing again.
"I wanna be a producer and sleep until half past two. I wanna be a producer and say hi to you, you, you..." Exiting the chorus line, Toris walks down the line-up and points at the girls. Toris stops at the not so beautiful girl and smiles. "Yes, you too." The girl returns the smile and continues dancing.
"I wanna be a producer. Wear a tux on opening nights. I wanna be a producer and see my name Toris Laurinaitis in lights."
Completely out of nowhere, the drawers magically turn into steps, and Toris walks up them. And why not? It was his dream. As soon as Toris reached the top of the stairs, he had entered what seemed to be a fantasy stage with his name on the marquees. The theater grew more and more and many different doors appeared. One by one, the girls wearing pearls start coming out of each door and began to dance happily ala Fred Astaire, with Toris. I think it's safe to assume that Toris was having the time of his life. How couldn't he? He was surrounded by women, His name was in lights, and he apparently owned a huge theatre! As Toris and the girls formed a chorus line, they began walking down a flight of stairs with "Toris Laurinaitis" printed in lights on them.
"He wants to be a producer. With a great, big Broadway smash." The girls begin to throw dollar bills at Toris. "He wants to be a producer, with his pockets stuffed with cash." Toris leaves the exit line and starts walking behind the girls.
"He wants to be a producer. Pinch our cheeks till we go..."
"Ouch!"
"Eek!"
"Ooh!"
"Oh!"
"Ahh!"
"Yes!"
Toris walks in front of the girls and stands proudly as the girls continue to dance behind him. Was this how success felt? Was this how it felt to be happy?
"He wants to be a producer with a great, big casting couch."
"I wanna be..."
"He wants to be..."
"I wanna be..."
"He wants to be..."
"I wanna be the greatest, grandest and most fabulous producer in the world!"
"He wants to be a producer." Toris takes out a champagne glass from out of nowhere. "He wants to dine with a duchess and a duke."
"I just got to be a producer." One of the girls takes out a champagne bottle and pours some in Toris' glass. "Drink champagne until I puke." Toris proceeds to down his drink and tosses it aside somewhere.
"Drink champagne 'til he pukes."
Toris couldn't be happier. He was living his dream. "I wanna be a producer. Show the world just what I got." Dancing around the girls some more, Toris began to smile widely. "I'm gonna put on shows that will enthrall 'em. Read my name in Wong's column. I wanna be a producer."
Too preoccupied with his dream, Toris failed to notice that the girls had removed his scarf and top hat. While he was dancing in front of them, one of the girls gave Toris a little push off-stage. Wait!
SNAP!
Snapping out of his day-dream, Toris looks at his now broken pencil and at his doodle of the marquee on his notebook. 'Oh, it was a dream…' Disappointed, Toris suddenly remembers why he wants to be a producer. "'Cause it's everything I'm not."
"Unhappy. So unhappy. Very, very,very, very, very…." Taking a big sigh, the accountants finish their song. "…sad.
"I wanna be a producer." Who was he kidding? He didn't have what it took to be a success! He just sang a whole song about it earlier that day! All he has to do is try, but no. He wasn't man enough to do even that.
"Unhappy. Unhappy." As the accountants started up their song from the beginning, Toris looked at his brothers. His kid brothers, who had to drop out of school to help him pay the bills. Of course it wasn't by choice, they're hands were forced when the landlord threatened to throw them out if they didn't pay their bills on time. Toris took notice of Raivis' face that now homed a bruise. 'When did that happen?' Toris wondered, his blood now boiling.
"I wanna be a producer." His brothers deserved better than this. He deserved better than this. Toris knew what he had to do. If he was ever going to grow a spine, now would be the time.
"Wait a minute." He said to himself. "Hold everything! Hold everything!"
Eduard and Raivis look at Toris in concern. "Big brother, is everything Ok?" The youngest asked.
"I'm great!" He replied, now smiling, which made his brothers even more concerned, it wasn't like him to show such happiness at work. "Mr. Lucasiewicz was right. There is a lot more to me than there is to me." Getting out of his desk, Toris climbs on top of it and begins to yell out. "Stop the world! I wanna get on!"
The accountants let out gasp and begin to whisper amongst themselves. Was he nuts? Mr. Braginsky will kill him! Who's Mr. Lucasiwicz? At this point Toris couldn't care less what they said, he was going to pursue his dream and nobody is going to stop him.
"What exactly is going on in here?"
Except, maybe, his boss.
"Is that the revolting stench of self-esteem I smell?" Walking over to Toris, who has now climbed off of his desk, Ivan flashed everyone a "warning smile", hoping to intimidate them back into place. "Where do you think you're going comrade?" He asked, almost too pleasantly. "As I recall, you've already had your toilet break. Or do you need a reminder?"
Taking a big gulp, Toris laid out his options, either tell Ivan straight out he quits or pass out. The passing out idea sure looked good to the brunette right now, but looking back at his brothers, Toris quickly changed his mind. "No Mr. Braginsky, I'm not going into the toilet. I'm going into show business!" Backing away from Ivan, Toris continued. "And I've got news for you. I quit!" The brunette then picks both of his brothers out of their desks by the shoulders. "They quit!"
At that moment, the whole room fell silent. All of the accountants just stared at their boss, scaed of what he'll do. Surprisingly, Ivan just smiles and lets out a chuckle. "Go ahead." He said mockingly. "You'll come crawling back when you land flat on your face."
While his brothers ppacked their things, Toris just looked back at his now former boss. "Your wrong! I'll make it! You'll see!" With that, Toris and his brothers left, only for the brunette to return a second later. "But, you are right about one thing. You are a CPA. A certified public asshole!" The whole room, except Ivan himself, let out a huge gasp. No one has ever said something so bold to him like that. Surprisingly, Ivan didn't seem upset. In Fact, his smile grew, making him look even creepier than usual.
Oblivious to the towering man's smile, Toris threw his company pencil at Ivan's feet. "I wanna be a producer. Show the world just what I've got." Almost out of nowhere, the girls from his day-dream popped out from behind Ivan and joined in. Wait! They were real?
"He's gonna be a producer!"
Happy to have some back up, Toris grabbed the door and was already half-way out. "Look out Broadway! 'Cause here I come!" Slamming the door, Toris finishes his song and resignation, much to everyone's shock. Well, almost everyone. Despite just being told off in front of everybody, Ivan just turned to face his remaining employees. " Alright shows over. Back to work~" With his ever-creepy smile on his face, Ivan walked back to his private office. He wasn't worried at all, nor did that display upset him because he knew that they would be back. Whether they wanted to or not.
Outside of the building, where the sky was now filled with the colors of the sunset, Toris and his brothers began to laugh. It had been so long since they last shared a laugh, so it felt good.
"I can't believe you did that!" Eduard said, while trying to catch his breath.
"Well I did!" Toris replied proudly.
"I'm really glad we quit." Raivis said with a smile. "It was really awful working for like that." Raivis remembered not too fondly all of the times when he messed up and was punished for it. He tended to make mistakes quite often, which meant he was punished a lot. The only thing that would lift their spirits was the paychecks they got at the end of the month. The paychecks from their jobs. That they just quit from. Oh dear god!
Raivis, just realizing what they've just done, lets out a yell, startling his older brothers. "We have no jobs! What are we going to do for money?"
Eduard walks over to the little brunette and holds him by the shoulders, hoping to relax him. When Raivis stopped yelling, Eduard, still holding on to him, looked at Toris in concern. "What are we going to do? The only reason we got this job was because no one else was willing to hire under aged immigrants." It was true, any decent jobs that paid well wouldn't hire a teenager from some country they never heard of. Which was ridiculous, Lithuania is clearly seen on the map! As for the people who would hire Toris, well, hopefully no one was that desperate for money...
"Don't worry about that." Toris told them reassuringly. "I have a plan to get us enough money to both live on and get mom into the country."
"Really?"
"Yes. Now," digging through his pockets, Toris fished out some money and gave it to Eduard. "Here, you two go home and get some rest. And tomorrow, enroll Raivis into school."
Raivis, excited to go back to school, lunged towards Toris glomped him. "I can really go back to school? Thank you big brother!"
Toris smiled and returned the hug. "You're welcome." It's been too long since he's seen his youngest brother smile like that. Hopefully this would be the start of a new life for them. After giving Toris a pat on the back, Eduard took Raivis and the two made their way back home. Looking up into the sky, which was now fading into a dark blue, Toris made his way back to where he last left Feliks. 'Let's see.. If I catch a cab now, then I can talk to Feliks before he goes to bed.' While Toris thought about what he was going to say, something unusual caught his eye. It was Feliks kneeling down in front of the fountain, in what looked like a praying position. Wait a minute! Has he been there the whole time? 'I left him there about two hours ago! Why is he still here?'
Despite a little part of him telling him to run, Toris scurried over to the blonde. "Feliks!" he called out, catching the blonde's attention. "I'm back, Feliks! I'm back!"
Feliks was quite surprised. He didn't think the brunette would actually come back. Maybe, just maybe, fate had a hand in this. Looking up into the sky once more, Feliks gave a heartfelt thanks to the man upstairs, much to Toris' confusion.
"Who you are you talking to?"
"Oh, just an old friend." The blond replied as he got up to stand. Flashing an anxious smile, Feliks put a hand on the brunette's shoulder "What happened? I thought you didn't want to risk going to jail."
"Oh, just that all this time I was worried I'd go to jail, but then I realized I already was in jail!" Toris said as he grabbed Feliks by the shoulder. "For ten years I've been sitting in a cold, gray room, counting other people's money. People I'm smarter than! Better than!" Letting go of the blonde, Toris began to show a determined look on his face. "Where's my share? When's it going to be my day? Why, I want, I want..." As Toris looked around, Feliks waited in anticipation. Toris then looked at the fountan, the incredible, majestic fountain. Without giving a second thought, Toris jumps steps up on top of the fountain's outer ledge and looked up into the sky. "I want everything I've ever seen in the movies!"
That's what Feliks wanted to hear! This is great! They'll be rich in no time. "And Toris, you're gonna get it, because..."
Taking a deep breath, Feliks began to sing. "We can do it. We can do it."
Instead of running away this time, Toris actually joined in on Feliks' singing. "I wanna be a producer."
Feliks steps onto the fountain with Toris and the two began to dance. "Say good bye to woe and gloom!"
"I wanna be a producer."
"Up together we will zoom." The two grabbed ahold of each other and made a leap into the water. After feeling the water between their ankles, the two began to twirl each other. "We can do it. We can do it."
"Every show I touch I doom."
After twirling around in the fountain, the two came to a stop in front of the centerpiece of the fountain. To the both of them, it seemed like the beginning of a beautiful partnership. Almost like fate.
"We were fated to be mated. We're Feliks and Toris!" At that instance, the whole fountain lights up and the water shoots up excitedly into the night sky, creating a rather spectacular sight.
Hooray! 3 chapters in and I'm not dead! This calls for celebration! *throws confetti* But, seriously, i'm just glad I was able to finish this before my birthday. *cough* May 6th *Cough*
I hope I made Russia seem creepy. That was my main goal in this chapter. :3
And yes, we will be seeing him later. But it will only be short lived, so don't expect anything spectacular...But do expect to see a certain German next chapter! Hopefully, Ill be able to do him and his character some justice!
Thank you pastaaddict and TheInvisibleShapeshifter for putting this story into their favorites and for pastaaddict and sillypandalover91 for following! :3
sillypandalover91- Thank you! that really means a lot coming from you! I had a ton of fun writing that chapter! Hopefully I'll continue to do you proud! :3
Cassie-Thank you for reviewing! And yes, Feliks does make an awesome Max!
Well that wraps up this chapter! Please Review!
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