"Hey _!" One of your female coworkers flagged you down on the way to the front desk. She was nice to be around, but loved to gossip. "What's up?"
"Have you seen the customer at the door? He's totally hot!"
Seeing your confused look, she tugged on your sleeve and pointed (So rude!) As your (e/c) eyes met his, you couldn't help but blush lightly. Oh my gosh…
Standing in the doorway before me were four of the most attractive men to have ever walked the Earth, clad in immaculate, crisp suits. It was enough to make any girl's heart flutter.
Two of the men looked quite similar, both having blonde, wispy curls sticking out of their otherwise perfect hair, sky-blue eyes, and boyish grins, though the taller of the two's smile was much more confident.
The pair opposite of them weren't as compatible, not that I'm complaining. The one with dirty-blonde hair had these entrancing, emerald eyes, though his thick—really thick-brows seemed to be scrunched up in deep loathing, pointedly at the man beside him.
Said man was checking himself out in the shop's glass panel, which you normally would have dubbed as narcissistic, but crap, anyone else would too if they were that beautiful! His bouncy blonde locks complemented his place complexion greatly, and a sexy-and-I-know-it smile graced his lips.
To even begin to describe this foursome, only one word could truly suffice:
Hot.
Feeling how hot your face had gotten, you tried in vain to wipe the newly-developed blush from your cheeks. Amused by your distress, your coworker just chuckled and waltzed into the break room, giving you a knowing thumbs-up. Your eyes widened in horror. Oh no. S-She…She can't be serious! Yep, she was going to let you serve these beautiful customers. All. By. Your. Self. (Your self? Yourself? Meh.)
You gulped, nerves wanting to swallow you whole. Hesitantly, you walked over, gaining their attention. Don't mess up, _, don't mess up, you silently chanted to yourself. Coming to a stop in front of them, you smiled sweetly.
"Hello, sirs, and welcome to-"
"Sir? I'M THE HERO!"
Slack-jawed, you stared at the man with the cowlick. What the heck do you say after that? Apparently, the big-browed man had similar thoughts, and basically went Nanny McPhee on him1, curses and all. The long-haired gentleman soon decided to put his two cents in, probably trying to make peace, but was quickly cut off by the big-brows. And you know the shy-looking guy? Just a ghost of his former self. No joking, he was, like, transparent.
It would have been painfully hilarious, had you not been tasked with assisting these buffoons.
A good minute had passed before they started to get physical, going for the neck. Throwing all caution to the wind, you stepped in, acting as a human wedge between the angry customers. Disgruntled, they pulled away, muttering a few snide remarks as they composed themselves.
You cleared your throat, trying to break the awkward silence. "Um…Welcome! What pet takes your fancy?" You chose your words very carefully, so as not to…provoke anyone…
The long-haired man stepped closer, taking a rose out of his vest pocket and offering it to you passionately. Reluctantly, you took it. Does he always carry roses around like that? "Mon fleur, it is an 'onor to meet you. I am Francis zhe Lovely, zhese two are Alfred and Matthew," he motioned to the twins, "and zhis runt-of-a-lover is Arthur. Enchanted, I am sure."
Arthur snapped at the Frenchman, calling him a 'bloody frog'…You can just guess their relationship. You looked the group over again and smiled; they seemed like pretty nice folks. Of course, you were still on the clock, so you repeated your question politely.
This time, Alfred spoke up. "Dudette, we're kinda lookin' for a sweet new dog!" The Englishman shook his head disappointedly. "No, you git, we agreed on buying cat."
Francis tsked, also shaking his head. "Mon cher, it was a bird we decided on, not a disgusting cat."
Matthew quietly stuck up his hand. "I-I thought we were getting a bear…"
Wow. Talk about bad communication… "Clearly you all need some time to sort things out," I began, "so why don't we take a short tour of some of the exhibits you mentioned?"
Everyone nodded in agreement, following behind you. As we walked, Alfred sped up to walk side by side, which kind of surprised you, but you kept moving. A few times, you couldn't help but glance at their clothing. I mean, c'mon—who wears tuxedos to a pet shop? Alfred caught you staring and smirked, wriggling his eyebrows seductively. How heroic.
"So," he glanced at your nametag, "_, have you fallen for my totally awesome masculinity already?" You blushed slightly, shaking your head. "Actually, I was wondering why such dapper young men decided to go to a store like this." Arthur piped up from behind us, speeding up in the process.
"There's a wedding soon, and a pet seemed like a proper gift." You nodded slowly, a bit crestfallen to think that one these guys were taken. Francis caught up as well, tipping your head up to his, laughing his French laugh. "Mon petite, you 'ave no need to worry: I am not taken." Matthew was now beside you—crap, he was fast!—and kindly moved Francis' roaming hands away from you.
"None of us are taken, eh?" He smiled weakly, which caused you to giggle. Soon, you arrived at the cat enclosure. There were tons of little kittens, romping about the pen, mewing softly at the visitors, or being flat-out antisocial. One that was particularly coldhearted was the brown fur ball in the corner. Despite being animal, it seemed he was glaring at your very souls…
Coughing nervously, you began your mini speech. "This fella right here Camelot Fitzpatrick Kirkland III, though we tend to call him Iggycat. We've been nothing but servants to him for over a year now, however he refuses to leave us unscathed. Anyone who could keep him at bay would be my knight in shining armor…"
Arthur's eyes lit up, a brilliant idea lighting up his mind. "I'd like to hold him, _." You stared back at him, terror evident in your eyes. Was this guy frickin' crazy!? What if he sued you after he got scratched up for allowing him to. Gulping, you glanced at the plaque on the wall. In bold letters it read: THE CUSTOMER IS ALWAYS RIGHT. Yeah, let's test that.
Cautiously, you reached into the pen, scooping up the fluffy beast. He growled in protest, obviously not enjoying the attention. Arthur took him into his arms, a nervous grunt leaving his lips. "…N-Nice kitty…You aren't that bad, you ol' bloke, right?"
To your surprise, Iggycat didn't scratch him. Instead, he purred, burying his head deep into his coat, the lucky feline. You smiled softly at the adorable sight before tapping him on the shoulder. His eyes snapped up to yours, as if he was waking up from a dream. "Y-Yes, love?"
"I think I need to put him back now…unless you'd like to stick around with him and wait for us to come back?" He nodded enthusiastically, taking a seat at the nearest bench. I turned to the others, clasping my hands together.
"Alright, let's take a look at the dog department." That department wasn't that as far away as the others, so the trio nodded and tagged along. Upon arrival, the sound of light yipping and barking was heard from the pin. A small pug had wriggled past his siblings, gazing up at us excitedly. Well, as excited as a pug can get.
This specific pup jumping up and down, paws pressed against the glass. Alfred chuckled at the sight. "Hey, little dude!" He said, reaching a hand into the enclosure to pet him. "Do you know any tricks?"
As if he understood him, the pug rolled onto his back, a goofy 'smile' on his face. "Awesome!" He then picked up the dog and took a seat beside Arthur on the bench. Well, I didn't even need to try to sell that one! You looked at the remaining men.
"One of you mentioned a bird, correct?" Francis raised his hand. "Oui, and, if you do not mind, I would like an original fowl—one zhat can fully capture zhe 'earts of maidens as I can," he cooed, gesticulating dramatically. "Zhat is, only if you 'ave such a beautiful creature."
"Oh…" You nodded slowly at the outburst. Man, this guy is full of it…but it's kind of cute… "You're in luck, Francey-Pants. We just got a new shipment of birds and there's a particular one I think you'll like." Francis seemed to be a bit put off by the information, but smiled at his newly acquired nickname. "We'll see, little lamb."
After a few seconds of walking, you three arrived at the bird cages. Inside, there were tons of colorful birds, all perched atop the decorative tree planted in the exhibit. All of the birds—except one. This bird was at the very bottom, looking at the glass panel. It looked like he was staring at his reflection. That's not it though. He was a parrot, yet he only knew one flattering word. How delightful.
Francis caught sight of the phenomenon almost immediately, watching the creature intently. "Why, hello zhere, little one. 'ow are you today?" The parrot looked up at him and squawked. "Sexy!"
The Frenchmen smiled brightly, looking to you. "Ohonhonhon, I zhink I like him already." "I thought you would," you replied smugly, carefully taking him out of the cage and setting him on a perching…stick…thing (?). Francis walked over to the bench with his new pet as you looked to Matthew. His fingers were hidden behind his back as he looked at the floor, bashful.
"I-If you don't have any bear cubs, it's fine…I j-just said it 'cause they remind me of home…" You frowned, concerned. He was the only one without the animal he wanted, and as an employee, it was your job to make sure he left satisfied2. Suddenly, you had an epiphany.
"Please come with me, Matthew. I believe we have something you might like." His eyes widened slightly, but he followed nonetheless. You stopped at the front desk, reaching into a filing cabinet. You pulled out a large, fluffy stuffed polar bear, a vacant smile stretched across his lips. You toyed with the fur, smiling.
"I know, it doesn't even come close to a real bear, but it still makes me feel better. Besides, I don't think I would have taken this job if we had bears…Look, it even talks back!" You handed the toy to Matthew, who held it at arm's length, seeming to question it with his eyes.
"U-Um…Hi, little guy. I'm Matthew…"
"Who?"
Matthew flinched, rubbing the back of his neck. "Me…M-Matthew," he whispered passive-aggressively.
"Who?"
This went on and on for quite some time as you chuckled inwardly. I think someone switched his voice box with the owl toy's…Eventually, you tapped him on the shoulder, saying it was about time we head back to the others. He nodded, blushing, and you all had a seat on the bench.
"Now, it has come to my attention that-" "BRO, YOU GOT A TOY!?" Not again…
Instead of breaking into an all-out brawl like the first time, Matthew managed to stop the madness before it started by telling his brother to shut up…very passive-aggressively. Sighing, you tried again.
"If you guys are planning on getting just one pet for your friend, you're going to have to choose. I honestly don't know anyone who could manage all of these alone."
Arthur spoke up first. "I-I'm sorry, but I've grown rather attached to this little bugger…Isn't that right, little Kirkland?" He scratched under the kittens chin, earning a soft purr.
"Oui, I believe this bird 'as already grown on me." "Sexy!"
"Dude, this dog is frickin' sick!"
"This…toy is really cute, eh?"
You smiled, bringing them all to the adoption counter. Sliding some papers to the side, you sat at your desk. "Just fill out these adoption forms and they're yours."
"But love…what will we get for our friend?" That…was a really good question. Running a hand through your hair, you pondered it. "Boy or girl," you questioned.
"Girl." Yep. You knew what to get them. As the last papers were turned in, you whispered the answer into Francis's ear. He pulled back, astonishment stamped on his face. "Mon Dieu, why didn't I zhink of zhat!"
The boys walked out the door, heading to the nearest manga and anime shop, not before giving you a slip of paper. With all of their numbers on it.
Who said life wasn't sweet?
I'm BAAAACK! Yeah, I finished it forealzies this time. Some of you may know that I was working on an Hungary x OC x Ukraine request, so please check that out. Now that school is out and I've completed this, I should have more time to write!
1. It's a great movie. Better than Mary Poppins, I think, 'cause I never watched that. Look it up.
2. NOT that way, ya pervs!
So yeah, I don't own Hetalia or a pet shop...or even a pet...my dog died two years ago...
Please comment and favorite or else Belarus will kill you in your sleep!
(This is being entered in Deathtarvian's contest on yu don't already know, I post all of my content on dA first, so check me out on there for fics as soon as they're made. Wish me luck!)