Hetalia isn't mine.
"So, that concludes the new employee tours. Now for intern assignments. Who here speaks a romance language and is able to deal with temperamental and or bipolar men?" That lady was way too cheery about the whole thing, but one look in her eyes, and you could see she was offering this because job because no one getting paid here wanted to do it.
Anna had been in England for a week, and everything was very different. She was one of three new interns, one being a twenty-six year old typist and the other being a shy girl of twenty-one. Neither raised their hand, so Anna did, hesitantly. She could handle her father, and if there were anyone as temperamental as him when he got upset, she'd truly like to meet him or her. Sure, he was a great dad, but he had serious issues with his past, didn't like getting his photo taken, and had, in the past, grown a beard for 'the fun of it', and shaved it into different, ridiculous looks before Anna made him shave it all off…
"Good! You're going to be one of our diplomat's new secretary, handling all his business and personal manners." The lady assigned the other two before leading Anna to a grand hall, going up to a fancy door and opening it. Inside, there was an office desk and some nice chairs and a door with a nameplate on it saying 'Sir Arthur Dunkirk'. Dunkirk?
"Ok, honey, here is your desk. He'll stumble out eventually. Don't worry about him, he's just depressed and what not, been that way for years. And watch out for the Frenchman who always wanders in here. A night with him is not worth it, let me tell you, honey." Then Anna was left all alone. What about a Frenchman?
She sat down and looked at the appointment book. A few meetings here and there…wait, with the prime minister? The Queen? Who was this guy? Then, she found a note in the desk about making sure Mr. Dunkirk made it to the meetings sober…God…
After an hour, the office door opened, and her boss finally stepped out. She immediately stood up.
From behind, she could see his unruly blond hair and his small figure.
"Damn them all, those bloody gits messing with my name plate again. When I find out who…" He stiffened, sensing a figure behind him. He turned to see a young woman with long, straight, dark hair. "Excuse me, I am truly sorry. Are you my new…?" His haggard appearance was a truly sad expression, if not for those…things on his head…
She was surprised to see his large eyebrows, but forced herself to look into his green eyes. He was much younger than she had expected, being around 23 to 26. Now that she got a better look, she saw large rings around his eyes, and a tremendous sadness in his eyes.
"Yes, Mr. Dunkirk. My name is Anna Moore, I'm an intern from the…"
"It's Kirkland, someone changed my name plate on me again. Bloody gits…So, an American? Blast the whole bloody country. You look younger than the other secretaries." Ok, this guy acted like someone pissed in his tea.
"I was skipped two grades on account of my father's tutoring. English isn't my first language, you see." She tried to keep her smile easy and not irritated. Arthur looked at her more closely, and noticed the accent.
"Russian?"
"Yes. Both my parents were from Russia originally."
"Really? Your father must have been quite educated, to immigrate and still be able to teach you. The last name Moore, it isn't Russian, though." His expression softened as he fit back into his gentleman persona.
"Oh, when I say my father, I mean my adopted father. My real family died in a car crash when I was five. Couldn't speak a word of English. Then, one day, a man comes in who laughs with the ladies at the orphanage, but had sad eyes like...um…well, he spoke fluent Russian, and became my foster father before adopting me. He was young when he adopted me, only twenty-one, or somewhere around there. Anyway, sorry to hold you up sir, is there anything you need?" Arthur looked at the fast talking girl, wondering how he got dragged into conversation when he tried to avoid it with everyone else. She reminded him of someone…
No, don't think about him…Just let it pass. Won't do any good to break down here.
"A cup of tea would go a long way, if you wouldn't mind." He huffed back to his room. Bloody Americans…
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Three weeks passed, and Arthur found that he liked Anna much better than the grumpy or incompetent women he usually got, which was saying a lot, considering she was an American…maybe because she wasn't American born, but he found himself enjoying their conversations. His moments of sadness were less around her, but at certain moments, he could imagine he was talking with…him.
Right now, he was sitting at his desk, working on a report for something or other, when he heard Anna's voice outside the door.
Must not have closed it all the way…
He got up and put his hand on the doorknob when he heard a distinctive "Hon hon hon." France.
"Hello, sir, may I help you?"
" Oh, mais oui. Vous pouvez m'aider avec une certaine tâche ... au lit. (oh, but yes. You could help me with a certain task...in bed)" Arthur heard a gasp. No, not another one France! He actually liked this one! Why couldn't any of his interns stay out of France's bed? He thought Anna had more common sense than to be lured by French, the frog's language. If only she knew what he had said…He needed to stop this before…
"Pardonnez-moi, monsieur? Si vous venez de dire ce que je pensais que vous avez dit, vous et moi, nous allons avoir de la difficulté. (excuse me, Mister? If you said what I think you said, you and me, we are going to have a problem)" Arthur's large eyebrows raised. French speaking? God, he didn't even know this language very well, and he'd been around for two thousand years.
He jumped at a loud smacking sound.
"Get out, you filthy beast! Before I rip that scruff off your chin!" Letting her anger get the better of her, she shouted at him in Russian, and he high-tailed it out of there. Teach him to cop a feel at her well developed chest.
She turned round to see her boss.
"My god, were you supposed to meet him?" Anna was suddenly worried that she'd been rude to someone who Arthur had truly needed to meet with.
"No, quite alright. That is the Frenchman who sneaks into my office and causes me great frustration. He's another diplomat who has been a bother for a long time. You handled him remarkably well, he likes to seduce my secretaries." Arthur knew France was only coming to distract him, give himself something to yell at…to give him something to think about besides the loneliness…
"Yes, I was warned. Sorry to have disrupted you, sir. " She sat back down and set to fixing up her desk. Arthur nodded, and headed back for his room. "Oh, sir, you have something scheduled for next week, all week, called 'World Meeting'. Do you need any help in preparation for this?"
He paused at the door. "No, I go three times a year, and the office knows. Oh, but could you make one call for me?"
"Yes, Mr. Kirkland. Who would you like me to dial?"
"Just call the staff at the United Nations building in New York and tell them that no representative from America will be coming, if you were so kind." He opened the door. The damned staff at the United Nations always set out a chair for an American representative, when the diplomatic staff for America had stopped coming long ago due to lack of productivity and possible impending harm by being around nations. England always had to call to say no one was going to be there, or have to spend the week next to an empty chair, remembering who used to sit there…
"Ok. But if it's a World Meeting, you'd think America would be pretty important to have there." She swiveled around to her landline, typing with one hand on her computer, looking up the number, thinking in a very 'America-centric' way.
Arthur stopped dead in his tracks. "Yeah, he was pretty important. But he's gone on a permanent vacation..." He then shut his door, but not in time for Anna not to turn around and see the look of absolute desolation.
Author's note: Ok. Last time I ever forget my flashdrive anywhere. I just got it back from my dad's house, so my very mini-depression is over! Then I burnt my forehead with my in-styler (straighter spinny burny thing with a 'guard' to prevent burning). OWWWW.
God, just watched an ad with muppets singing to a guy about his baby phone. Then a life story (with two adorable kitties!) ending with crap about fancy feast. While I had nothing to do, I put down gone with the wind for a little bit and read the Mummy, or Ramses the Damned by Anne Rice. AMAZING!
Fun Fact:
(inspired by Ramses the Damned) Cleopatra was actually greek and didn't look like she is portrayed. Also, by the time she was queen, no one knew how to read hieroglyphics anymore. If Julius Caesar had lived, she would have been Empress of Rome.
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