Author's note: i do NOT own hetalia. if i did (which i don't) it would be a killer yaoi hentai series! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~000000000000000000000000~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Matthew entered Mr. Braginsky's office. He stared around at the large waiting room he walked into. A nervous looking brunette shook slightly as he sat behind a desk talking to a handsome blond. The older blond seemed to be getting to close for comfort as the small man shivered uncomfortably. Matthew shut the door behind him softly and approached them. The two workers took no notice of him as they continued their conversation. "ummmm... bonjour papa." Matthew said quietly, feeling a bit rude interrupting them. Well, the brunette didn't exactly look happy talking to his dad anyways. The blond took notice of his son standing there and sprung forward, his trademark curls bouncing happily. "Oh! My dear Matthew! You are finally here!" The man chuckled as he hugged Mattie. "oui papa", Matthew gasped as he was squeezed by his over affectionate father. "Ivan is so excited to meet you! You should not keep him waiting mon cheri." The overly eccentric blond smiled. "Mr. Bonnefoy, you have a meeting", the timid receptionist behind them reminded Francis. "Yes, of course. Matthew you should eat lunch with me today, there is someone excited to see you again!" Francis said excitedly. He finally let Matthew go, keeping a hand resting on his shoulder. "Yes papa, I would love to. Thank you again for getting me this job," Matthew said softly. Francis frowned, "Matthew, you should not say things like that, S'il te plaît. All i did was show him your resume, nothing more. now go on, bonne journée!" Matthew nodded, "Au revoir papa." The flamboyant man planted a kiss on his son's cheek before he walked out of the room. "Mr. Braginsky is in his private work room", the receptionist said. "ah, thank you..." Matthew trailed off, not knowing the smaller man's name. "Raivis", He answered. Matthew nodded and left the room.
Matthew entered a large room with a nice desk, plush couches surrounding a small coffee table, and ceiling to floor windows showing an impressive view of the city skyline. The hardwood floors shone brightly, expensive paintings hung from the walls, and everything mixed well together with a black and white color theme. Matthew was taken by the professional room, it was a hell of a lot better than the dressing rooms in the club! "Доброе утро comrade!" Matthew jumped and turned toward the nice desk to notice a large man grinning at him. Matthew was surprised he didn't see him before. The man was reclined in his chair, papers scattered messily across his desk. His platinum blond hair gleamed in the sunlight streaming through the windows behind him. He kept on smiling, studying the young blond in front of him with interest. His deep violet eyes were tinted with a hint of red and held amusement at his new workers gaping face. His intimidating aura, playful eyes, and the fact that his office was higher than the buildings behind him gave him a powerful look. His face was slightly rounded, but strong bones still stressed against his skin. He looked very young, to young to be so successful. Matthew was not expecting his new boss to look so close to his age. It was off putting to say the least. The man gave a childish giggle, very unfitting for someone in his position.
"you must be Francis's son", Ivan stated, a strong Russian accent fully grabbing Matthew's attention. Matthew started to walk forward, legs the consistency of jello from the nervousness of of meeting such a well known and powerful person. He stuck out his hand, "Y-yes. My name is Matthew, nice to meet you Mr. Braginsky." Ivan took his hand and gave it a firm shake. "Come now, do not be so nervous! I will not bite," there was something in his voice, a dangerous underlying tone that made Matthew shiver in fear. "It is nice to meet you massh-... matho-... Matvey!" Ivan grinned. "oui", Matthew gulped. This man absolutely terrified him! His friendly face yet deadly voice made him impossible to read. Matthew pulled away from the still going handshake, wondering what was really going on in his boss's head. "i hope you will not assault my workers, unlike your father," Ivan chuckled in amusement. Matthew felt annoyance bubble up at the large man's insult. "You won't have to worry about that sir", Mattie said sternly. "Good~ I don't need any more sexual harassment charges on my hands." Ivan sighed. Matthew felt his annoyance turn into anger at the frustrating man. "Please don't think so lowly of my family, eh." Matthew nearly growled. His face was starting to turn a light red.
His boss suddenly clapped, a large sweet smile plastered on his face. "You are so easily flustered little Matvey! This makes me very happy!" Ivan cheered. Matthew felt his anger give way to confusion. What the hell was this guys problem? "I need the rough draft for our cheap people article from our research department. Go get it." Ivan ordered, going back to the clutter on his desk. It took Matthew a minute to realize he had just been given his first task. "Yes Mr. Braginsky." Matthew nodded. The large man stayed focused on his work,not responding. Matthew hurried out of the office. Matvey approached Raivis, who seemed to never stop shaking with that fearful expression glued to his face. "Pardon moi, where is the research department?" he asked. "Third floor. Please don't take to long, he gets angry if you make him wait." the receptionist warned. Matthew was thrown off by the honest-to-god terror in his eyes. "I won't take to long, eh." Matthew said. Matthew kind of wanted to continue talking to Raivis to see if he would calm down and relax a little, but he looked really damn serious about the whole 'hurry the hell up' thing.
Still, a little empathetic part of himself (okay, a REALLY big part) made him stay in his spot in front of the desk. A small tense moment passed between the two before the shrill ringing of the phone snapped them out of it. Raivis answered the call, and Matthew decided to finally move and not stand there like an idiot. He stepped into the elevator and stole one more glance of the terrified man. Throughout the day, Matthew got to know how truly odd his new boss was. One second he was playfully bantering with him, Matthew not able to tell if it was some weird flirting or Ivan just being childish. the next he was in scary boss mode, acting like the man who owned a popular and multi-billion dollar company and took great pride in that fact. He flipped through emotions and moods like they were nothing, leaving Matthew confused and bewildered at his antics.
When Mattie went to lunch he was greeted by his old high school friend Felincio. The happy and handsome Italian model was very enthusiastic in his greeting as always. Matthew sighed, though he adored Feli's never ending energy and optimism it tended to wear him out slightly. The Canadian enjoyed catching up with his father and Felincio. But when he mentioned Ivan's odd behavior, Felincio frowned and fidgeted nervously. Before Matthew could question it, Francis jumped in with an amused chuckle. 'That is just part of his charm', the older man grinned. The rest of the day Matthew was perplexed by the variety of reactions (mostly negative ones) from people when he mentioned the name Ivan Braginsky. And by the time the day ended Matthew was more than happy to mumble a quick goodbye to his boss and hurry to his apartment.
When he got home he fell to the couch, drained. There was just so much crammed into one day! Meeting his confusing boss, running around the building, lunch with his over excitable father and friend, and trying to keep up with Ivan's ever changing moods. He now had a small headache and the huge urge to just crash where he was and forget about everything else for the rest of the evening. His phone rang on the small table in front of his couch and Matthew groaned, already knowing who was calling. He grabbed his phone and pressed talk. "This is Matthew Williams, how may i help you eh?" he greeted politely into the speaker. "Hey Canada! How was your day working for the suits?" came the loud and expected voice of Felkis. Matthew sighed, "It was fine Felkis." "And how is you new, totally lamer than me boss?" Felkis wondered. Matthew sat up and rubbed his head, trying to soothe his headache. "That could have gone better," he mumbled. Felkis let out a wicked grin, "So is he hot?" Matthew just about chocked. his stomach churned at the thought of finding his boss even remotely attractive.
"What!? He is... that is very unprofessional! He isn't hot! Well...I mean... oh,maple..." Matthew was thrown for a loop as he tried to come up with an appropriate, but not rude, answer. "Come on Mattie, don't hold anything back from me! Did you two bang on his desk?" Felkis chuckled perversely. "Look, I'm sorry, but i have to get ready for my part time shift at the club!" Matthew said quickly. "Fine", Felkis sighed, "But I want you to tell me everything! Like, how big is he?" "Goodbye Felkis!" Matthew forced out quickly as he hung up. Matthew lay back down as he tossed the phone across the couch. He closed his eyes, hoping to get some peace from his crazy day before he went to go take off his clothes for money.
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yay! chapter two is done! now i just have to keep writing the next chapters... anyways! here are the translations: Bonjour (fench): hello oui (french): yes mon cheri (french): my dear S'il te plaît (french): please bonne journée (french): have a good day Au revoir (french): roughly means 'until we see each other again'. pardon moi (french. pretty sure i spelled it wrong): forgive me Доброе утро (russian): good morning i am so proud of myself for not getting these off of google translate! i went to actual translation websites and i will only use common or simple phrases to make it as accurate as i can. Well, until next time!