Yaaaay! I finally finished this and finals! Now I'll definitely be posting things a lot more. Sorry for the random-ness of this chapter. I just wanted to build it up for what will happen next.

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Warnings: Just language and things of a sexual nature and implied EstoniaxGinjika!Macbook (hehe)

I DON'T OWN HETALIA OR THE OFFICE

Chapter 6

A month and a half later, Feliks rushed work, dragging his briefcase behind him. He peeked into Alfred's office.

"Alfred! I'm so, so, so sorry I'm late! There was, like, an accident on the way to work, and..." he said. "...Alfred?"

Alfred waved him away. "Yeah, yeah. It's okay, Feliks. You haven't really missed much anyways."

Feliks nodded, although he couldn't help but feel concerned for the other blond. Ever since they had gotten back from those sales-calls, Alfred had looked dull and depressed, his eyes and hair no longer having any spark to them. No one knew what happened, but Arthur and Alfred wouldn't say a word or speak to each other.

Feliks walked over to his desk. "Hey, Liet."

After the sales-call, Feliks immediately took Toris to the Internet to search for a nickname for him. Toris sounded cute, but Feliks wanted something even cuter. From that search, Feliks found out that Toris was Lithuanian, with Lithuanian ancestors, and that the Lithuanian name for Lithuania was Lietuva, and cutting out the "Liet" from Lietuva was just totally adorable!

Toris looked up and blushed furiously. "H-h-h-hey, Feliks." He looked away, concentrating on his screen. There was something about Toris that looked different from the last time that Feliks saw him...

"Liet!"

Toris turned around. "What?"

"You got your cast taken off! Oh my gosh! That's, like, so exciting!" Feliks went over and threw his arms around his friend.

And Toris pushed him away.

Feliks blinked.

"Liet, what was that for?" he asked.

Toris shook his head. "It's for nothing, Feliks. Just...don't hug me, okay? It makes me feel weird..."

"But...you've always let me hug you, no matter what."

"Well, maybe I don't want you to hug me today, okay? God..." Toris turned away from him, still blushing.

Feliks fell back into his chair and went back to work, wondering what was going on with his Liet.

Elizabeta twirled the phone cord around her finger. One ring, two rings, three rings. The anticipation was just killing her. They texted each other nearly everyday, but it just wasn't the same.

On the fourth ring, he finally picked up.

"Elizabeta?"

"ROD!" she exclaimed, clutching the phone.

"Ow! Don't yell so much; you nearly broke my ear drum."

"Well, happy anniversary to you too."

Roderich sighed. "I apologize. Happy anniversary, Elizabeta."

She giggled. "I can't believe that it's already been three years," she said. "You were so adorable when you asked me out, with your flowers and that little song you wrote for me on the piano."

"...You're making me blush."

"But that was honestly the sweetest thing ever, Roderich. I wish I had recorded you."

Roderich chuckled. "Is Alfred still not letting you take time off to see me?" he asked. Traditionally, Alfred would have easily let Elizabeta take the day off to go visit Roderich (since Roderich's boss was a prick and wouldn't let him do anything), but Alfred had said a resounding, "no" to her this year.

"No. He looks really beaten-up recently, and like, dead. I think something happened between him and Arthur."

"What have I told you about assuming things, Elizabeta?"

"But seriously! Ever since they went on a sales-call a month ago, they've both been acting really depressed. Alfred shuts himself up in his office, and Arthur's just...sad-looking. It's really sad."

Roderich sighed again. He often had a habit of sighing when speaking to Elizabeta.

"Anyhow, can you still come over on the weekend?"

"Oh! Of course! I wouldn't miss seeing you for the world! I can't wait to give you your gift!"

"And I can't wait to give you yours..." Roderich said.

A silence.

"I miss you, Elizabeta."

"I miss you too, Roddy. I really do."

More silence.

"Has anything changed in Cambridge since the last time we talked?"

"No, not really. I think that there might be something going on between Feliks and Toris, 'cause they hang around each other a lot, but Feliks hasn't said anything. Katyusha's still too shy to say anything to Marvin. Lovino and Antonio still think nobody knows about them. So, I guess you could say everything's normal. How about you, is anything going on in Albany?"

"No, except for one thing. Mathias came into work drunk one time and Gilbert just let him work! Honestly, I don't understand why that man still has his job."

"Mathias?"

"No, Gilbert. Half of the time we watch movies and the other half we have meetings where Gilbert talks about how 'awesome' he is." Roderich scoffed.

"...But isn't your branch one of the most profitable in the company?"

"Yes, but—Hey, hey! What are you doing?"

Sharp laughter was heard on Roderich's line. Elizabeta groaned.

"Are you talking to your girlfriend?" asked a rough voice. "Hey! I wanna talk to her!"

"Sh-shut up! I'm—Gilbert!"

Gilbert chuckled.

"Hellooooooo, Lizzie!" he proclaimed in a sing-song voice. "How've you been, my darling?"

"Gilbert, put Roderich back on!" Elizabeta growled. In the background, she could heard Roderich shouting something.

"Uhhhh, no," he said. "I don't want to. Why aren't you over here for your—?"

"Gilbert, that's none of your business!" she exclaimed. "Now, put Roderich back on the line or I will hang up!"

"Ohhhhhh! Lizzie, let me write you a beautiful song on my piano, which I jack off to on a daily basis!"

"Fuck off!"

"I'm sorry, Elizabeta. E-mail me. Please."

Elizabeta hung up, putting her hand to her forehead and sighing.

A few minutes later her phone rang again. "GILBERT, THIS ISN'T—"

"Elizabeta, it's me."

"Oh. Sorry, Roderich."

"We were waiting for you, Eduard," said Matthew.

"S-sorry, Marty. Something was wrong with the computers." Eduard took his seat and sat down next to Raivis. Today Matthew would talk about safety and how to spend work time and basically addressed issues going on in the office. Naturally, no one listened to him.

"First off, there's safety," began Matthew, looking at everyone in the conference room, but particularly settling his gaze on a certain someone. "I'll just like to say that guns are not allowed in the office."

Vash narrowed his eyes. "Martin, those are for protection. And besides, I have never once discharged a gun in here."

"Yes, but you have them placed everywhere. I found one under the toilet one time."

"Why were you even looking under the toilet in the first place?"

"I dropped my glasses, that's why, and then I found it under there."

"Well, as long as you don't discharge it. Keep it there." Vash shrugged.

"He has a good point, Vash!" Katyusha said. "Don't you remember when I found a handgun in the filing cabinet?"

"Well, you didn't go on a shooting rampage, did you? No. Guns aren't killers. I'll take them away only when one of them goes off somehow."

"No, Vash. You have to take them away right now. They go against corporate rules, and you already have two strikes."

Vash glared at him.

"Fine," he muttered.

"Okay then. Another pressing issue that has come to my attention is time-wasters. These involve taking over five minutes at the water cooler, taking personal calls, and using the computer for..." Matthew blushed. "Ahh, inappropriate things."

"The hell's that supposed to mean?" Elizabeta asked. "Have you been spying on our computers?"

Uproar broke out.

"Hey!"

"You can't do that!"

"That's really uncool!"

Matthew raised his hands. "Hey, hey, I'm only repeating what I'm seeing, Lizzie. Especially those...interesting Japanese cartoons you watch with Kiku."

Elizabeta blushed and Kiku slid off his chair and onto the floor in embarrassment.

Feliciano laughed. "That's it? Those are nothing compared to the magazines I've seen when I go to Ludwig's place—"

Ludwig stood up immediately. "FELICIANO!" he screamed, going as red as his boyfriend's hair.

"What, Ludwig? I was only pointing out to them—Please sit down!" Feliciano tugged on his arm and Ludwig sat back down, burying his head in his hands.

Matthew sighed. "I'm also referring to you, Feliciano."

Now it was the Italian's turn to blush. "Wh-what? Why? I haven't done anything wrong! I don't look at dirty porn!"

"I see you spending half your time online shopping instead of working."

"They're breaks! They're just breaks, Malvin! I get really, really bored at work! Please don't hurt me! I can't afford to lose this job!"

"I'm not firing you, Feliciano. I'm just saying."

"P-Please don't fire me!"

"I'm not!"

Feliciano looked like he was about to cry. He clutched Ludwig's shirt and buried his head in his side.

"Oh come on, Matt! Is watching porn on the computer really that bad?"

Matthew rolled his eyes. "Alfred, come on. Watch porn on your home computer. Not at work. It wastes time."

"Whoever said I watched porn on my work computer?" Alfred leaned back, crossing his legs. "Dude, dude, when I discovered Steven Colbert's version of 'Friday', I swear to God, I didn't work for a week. And look, nothing bad's happened. It's not like they're shutting us down or anything."

Arthur snorted, shaking his head. Alfred ignored him.

"Al, come on. It has nothing to do with—"

Alfred stood up and went to the front of the room. "Okaaay, guys. I'm so sorry that my brother's just an awful speaker! Meeting's over! Back to work! Or else!"

Matthew tilted his head to the side, as people began shuffling out back to their desks. Alfred never wanted to go back to work...

So far, it was just Toris and Eduard eating at their desks. Toris wanted to get away from Feliks as much as possible, and Eduard tried to figure out what was wrong with his computer. Everyone else sat either in the break room or in the office's small kitchen.

Toris looked at Eduard. He seemed pretty busy with his computer. Toris just needed someone to talk to about this. Maybe Eduard wouldn't pay attention.

"Ed?"

Eduard didn't even look up. "Mmhmm?"

"Can I talk to you about something?"

He looked up. "Oh, sure. What's the problem, Toris?"

Toris blushed slightly. Geez, everyone seemed to be blushing today.

"Umm," he began, "have you had any...well, dreams?"

The color drained from Eduard's face.

"What?"

"E-Eduard, are you okay?"

"Who told you about those?"

Toris shook his head. "I-I-I—"

"Did Raivis tell you about them? I told him not to say anything. But he just had to blurt it out!"

What the hell was he talking about?"

"Eduard—"

"My Macbook came onto me, okay? A-and besides, it's not my fault it turned into a pretty girl!"

"Whoa, whoa, you have dreams about your Macbook, Ed?"

Eduard's eyes grew wide.

"Uhh, umm, no. No, I don't. I was just...What're we talking about?" He chuckled nervously.

Toris just stared at him. "I was going to talk about my dreams, Ed."

"O-oh! Haha. I-I thought that we were...Anyway, what about your dreams?"

Toris took a deep breath. "Okay. Can you promise you won't tell anyone?"

Eduard typed in a few things and pushed the keyboard away from him. "I promise. What's wrong? Does it have something to do with Feliks?"

Toris' blush deepened. "You figured that out?"

"Well, I could just tell by the way you're pushing him away, even though you two've been hugging each other constantly."

"Oh. It just feels so weird for him to touch me after...can I just explain it to you?"

"Sure."

Toris shifted in his seat. "It sort of started after my sales-call with Feliks. At first, we were just...friends and stuff, you know. In the dreams. But recently...I...I've had these dreams about him that were...kinda...really inappropriate." That was an understatement. The dream he had last night involved skirts, handcuffs, and a hotel room.

Eduard raised an eyebrow. "You mean, like sex dreams?"

"I-I wouldn't go into so much detail, Ed."

Eduard blushed. "Okay then. Uhh, do you have any idea why you're having these dreams?"

"That's why I'm asking you. I'm not gay or bi...At least, I don't think I am."

"Are you sure?"

"Nowadays you really can't know, can you?" Come to think of it, he was never really interested in dating as a teenager. Heck, the only time he had sex was with a one-night stand during college, and that was enough for him.

Eduard shrugged. "Maybe these dreams are something about your subconscious that you need to fix. Like a...a hidden desire or insecurity or something."

"...A hidden desire for Feliks?"

"I don't know, but I suppose that's a possibility. Or maybe it's something else that's bothering you, but your dream is portraying it as...something erotic."

Toris put his head on his desk. Great, so he could be bi.

"Well, if it goes away, then you have nothing to worry about," Eduard said, turning to his computer. "But don't take it out on Feliks. He's not doing anything wrong."

"Yeah, I guess."

Toris closed his eyes, trying to figure out how to deal with this happy, cross-dressing, blond problem.

Near the end of the day, Matthew slipped into Alfred's office, closing the door gently behind him. Hs half-brother was at his desk, watching some stupid thing on YouTube or something. His eyes were glazed over.

"Alfred, is everything alright?"

Alfred looked up. "Huh? What makes you think something's wrong?"

Matthew sat down. "You think I haven't noticed? Al, you haven't spoken to Arthur in weeks, and he's your assistant—"

"Don't!" Alfred pointed at him. "Don't you dare talk about him!"

"Last time I checked, you two were great friends, and now you barely speak to him. Alfred, what happened?"

"I'll tell you what happened."

"What?"

"Nothing happened."

"Alfred, you're not being very helpful."

"Well, you're not either!"

"You do realize that corporate's considered shutting you down, right?"

Alfred leaned back in his chair. "I heard something about that."

Matthew sighed. "Alfred, if you and Arthur aren't working together, who's there to say that the branch won't even go into more decline?"

Alfred gulped. "Why do you even care? You're not even under my power."

"You're my brother. Of course I care about you."

Alfred was silent. And then, the unexpected happened. He got up, went over to Matthew, and threw his arms around his shoulders.

"Al...?"

"I'm sorry, Mattie." He tightened his hold on him. "It's just...it's just everything's been so crazy around here, with the branch closing and...and Arthur. A-Arthur said..." He buried his head in his shoulder.

Matthew awkwardly pat his head. "Al? It'll be okay. I'm sure it'll be okay."

Alfred sniffed. Oh God, was he crying? "M-Matt, A-Arthur s-said that he-he wouldn't want to d-date me. E-ever," he said. "H-How could he d-do that? I've been so nice to him...At least, I hope I have. I love him, Mattie. I really do."

"Why don't you talk to him?" asked Matthew. "If you really miss him so much, why don't you?"

Alfred sniffed. "I-It still h-hurts. I...I can't talk to him without thinking of his words..."

"Give it some time, Alfred. I'm sure it'll come around."

Alfred stood up, rubbing his eyes. "Wait, what'm I doing? I'm blubbering like a stupid teenager who got dumped by his girlfriend." He suddenly grew serious and stomped his foot. "From now on I'm going to act like the real boss of Herozone Cambridge, and that's me!"

He threw open the door and ran out.

Toris looked over at Feliks. The blond was chatting on the phone with a client and painting his nails a shocking shade of pink. He knew he should talk to Feliks, but he didn't know how to do it without being awkward. It was only a few minutes to five.

Once Feliks put his phone down, Toris got up and walked over to him. He hesitated slightly, and then put a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, Feliks?"

Feliks looked up at him, smiling a little. "Heeey?"

"HEEEERE'S ALFRED!"

Toris shot back as if Feliks' shoulder was on fire. Alfred ran to the front of the office, grinning widely and panting.

"Alright, people. Sorry I'm late to the party. Tomorrow, you all will be wear casual clothes and come in here around ten, okay? Don't worry. I've got something awesome planned. Peace out!"

He went back inside his office. A few moments later, he stood in the doorway. "Ahh, Arthur, can you come in here?" he said, biting his lip. "It's...err, kinda important."

Arthur put his pencil down, looking genuinely surprised. He walked into the office, shutting the door.

Feliks looked back at Toris. "You wanted to say something, Liet?"

Toris shook his head, a blush returning to his cheeks. "N-no. It's nothing. S-see you later, Feliks." He slung his suitcase over his shoulder and walked out. Feliks stared after him, being left confused due to Toris' behavior. He resisted the urge to go up to Toris and slap him and demand what was wrong. But instead, he packed everything into his bag and left.

Around an hour after everyone had left, Arthur and Alfred left as well.

The next day, Toris came into work wearing nothing but jeans and a shirt. He tried not to look at Feliks, who was wearing a plait miniskirt and a tight shirt.

After everyone arrived, Alfred came out of his office, holding sheets of paper and passing them.

"Everyone, here are the directions to where we are going today! I guarantee that it will be a place of fun and whimsy. You guys can carpool if you want."

He handed a sheet to Toris. He looked at it, reading their destination.

"Laser tag?"

Believe it, people. See ya next time!