Authors note: i do NOT own hetalia! i also do NOT support the act of clubbing baby seals. i just needed a name and it is all my brother's fault. i am very sorry if it offends anyone.

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"A new job?" Felkis huffed, "What's wrong? Are we all, like, totally not good enough for 'ya?" Matthew sighed, this happened every time he was hired somewhere else. "N-no, that is not the case. It's just... i guess...um." He trailed off, trying to explain it. "let me guess, you hate working here?" Felkis interrupted. "Of course not! Look, working here full time for the past few weeks was fun, but now it is time to go to my old schedule so i can do some actual work." Matthew said softly. "So you don't think taking your clothes off is actual work?" His annoying friend butted in. Matthew could feel himself getting frustrated as he sighed, " i think it is fine work. I have had this job ever since i started taking your lessons years ago. i just want to be known as a hardworking and professional employee, not a stripper, eh." "you can be known as a professional stripper", Felkis offered non helpfully. Deciding to escape the conversation, Matthew grabbed his bag, "look, i have to get home. Big day tomorrow." Felkis snorted, "yeah right! whatever, later Canada!" Matthew chuckled weakly, "don't you think it is kind of prejudice for us to be called by where we born and raised?" Felkis shrugged, "I don't care! Would you prefer to be called Chasity or sparkle?" Matthew grinned, "heh, i guess not. Well, goodbye Poland" "Goodbye canadia~" Felkis called after him. Matthew sighed as he rolled his eyes. He hated being called that, or even people just simply forgetting his name entirely. "It's Canada", he grumbled.

Matthew took a deep breath. He was currently in front of a large building. Everything about it screamed 'i'm rich, your not, so suck it!' He knew he shouldn't be nervous, this job was well within his range of skills. paperwork, coffee runs, dry cleaning pickup, all the crap he had seen secretaries do. He knew the job would be a piece of cake, and yet he could still feel his hands shaking. Why was he so nervous? Oh right, his mysterious new boss. He hadn't seen the man before, but he had heard stories. terrifying, scary, downright horrifying stories that made him question the man's sanity before he had even met him. But, then again, alot of the tales were probably made up. And Matthew knew he shouldn't judge anyone he hadn't even interacted with yet. Maybe he was actually nice. Maybe his new boss would be some amazing employer that liked to give raises and bonus checks. And maybe he should go in the building instead of standing there like an idiot. People were starting to stare. He stepped forward and the automatic doors swooshed as they slid open. Matthew entered the cool building, and looked around impressed. He was currently in the front lobby which was lined with magazine covers. Everything was white, clean, and well lit. Unlike his second work place which was dark, as clean as a strip club can get (which wasn't very), and dim. It had plush looking chairs and simple, but still nice, tables for clients. He loved the look of this place much better than club baby seals. He found himself trailing off as he imagined what it would be like to work here. He didn't know a whole lot about this field, but he knew how to do grunt work at least. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad! The hours were flexible, the work was easy, and the pay was good. suspiciously good...

"excuse me, Can i help you?" came a stern voice. Matthew looked at the shiny white desk a few feet away from him in surprise. A young man with cool green eyes and dark blond hair was calling him over. The young Canadian nearly smacked himself, ' Get it together Matthew, this is not the time to zone out!' he thought to himself. He approached the average male, nervous. "um, Hello", Matthew said sheepishly. "Hello there, welcome to Fashion, да. my name is Eduard, how can i help you?" The man asked. "i am here for the secretary job, for Mr. Braginsky." Matthew smiled, trying to come off as less awkward. "oh, you must be Matthew Williams. We have been expecting you. Just go to the top floor and his office will be the first door you see. Welcome to the team sir," Eduard pointed to the elevator before returning his attention to his computer. "Thank you", Matthew grinned, he was reassured by the man's calm demeanor. The new employee made his way across the floor. He waited for the elevator to grant him access, then stepped in.

Matthew pressed the top number and patiently waited. There were already two men in there, two VERY attractive men. One was short with soft blond hair and big blue eyes, he had a large friendly grin. The other was tall, towering over Matthew and the other male. he had short blond hair with cold blue eyes and simple framed glasses. The look on the taller man nearly scared the piss out of poor Mattie! He looked so aggressive, much to mean to be holding an light conversation with someone as cute as the short man. But, none the less, they were both very good looking, dressed in obviously new and fashion friendly clothing. Matthew sighed as he looked at the reflective walls of the elevator walls. He had worn a red shirt with no tie, a simple black suit jacket and his best slacks. He was going for a casual but still professional look, but he thought he looked like crap next to the other two. Well, what did he expect from a company like this. Any Fashion Magazine corporation would have gorgeous people scattered everywhere. Matthew frowned self consciously, he already felt plain here. Like he was just going to blend in again and not be noticed. 'oh well, guess it is good i will be behind a desk and not in front of a camera, eh?' he thought to himself, letting out a weak chuckle. The elevator came to a smooth stop and the two men walked out. Matthew stayed on to continue the descent upwards. He felt his nervousness creep up on him again as he fiddled with his wavy blond hair. Finally, after an eternity, the doors ominously slid open. Matthew found himself staring at the top floor in all it's intimidating shiny gloriness. He took a deep, steadying breath before stepping out towards his new job.

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Matthew: Canada

Felkis: Poland

Eduard: Estonia

the strip club Mattie works in is called 'club baby seals' (i do NOT support clubbing baby seals. i needed a name and my brother suggested it.)

the magazine the company produces is called 'fashion, да?' ( да, pronounced da, means yes in russian.)

i am SO sorry it took me so long to post this! i have been busy with collage, loss of motivation, laziness, ect. but i have found the will to go on! i will post the next chapter soon! maybe...