It Was Tuesday - Part 1c
anonymous
November 20 2009, 06:50:10 UTC
Bonnefoy waved a hand. “Practically fresh out of school that one, but he had a certain… détermination about him. Strong in science and finance. Besides,” Francis wiggled his shoulders and then pushed himself into a standing position. “He’s easy on the eyes as well, no?”
“….” For once Arthur couldn’t find something to say, as the H-R director had actually done what he had asked.
The insufferable Frenchman winked and sauntered away leaving Arthur to deal with it himself, as usual.
Not being one to let a reprimand slide, the Englishman turned his displeased gaze on the girl who had fruitlessly been trying to fade unnoticed into the wall of her small, gray cubicle.
“Might I make a comment, Miss Chelles? I needn’t remind you that you aren’t to be letting anyone distract from your work while you’re here on company time, do I?”
The dark-skinned student-placement employee ducked her head dismally and muttered out a timely, “No, Mr. Kirkland.”
“Yes, I should hope not.” The chief executive replied, only slightly mollified. “Oh, and Miss Chelles, you can stop bringing me that poorly steeped tea from now on.” The gears in him head seemed to be spinning quite fast all of a sudden. “I suppose this new hire will take over for that.”
Arthur conveniently missed the unintelligible ‘Thank god!’ that was nearly a wheeze, and gave a probing glance around the sea of cubicles. Satisfied with the orchestra of keystrokes and ringing phones being answered, the CEO stalked off briskly to properly manage the apparent new hire that would, hopefully, bring an end to all his major problems and not screw it up.
Saya Chelles let out a breath as soon as the boss disappeared from view and immediately rolled her chair to the cubicle beside her. “Unfair! How come that invisible trick never works for me?!”
Matthew Williams smiled back at her sheepishly. “Just lucky I guess.”
*
When the CEO returned to the scene of the crime, it was with a weary, pessimistic step. His green gaze was expectant and critical as he laid eyes on the strange new man who was to be his replacement secretary of sorts.
Said man was sitting at the now neatly cleared desk, eyes trained on a glossy, black piece of technology held in the palm of his hand. The American was swiveling his thumb so swiftly upon it that as Arthur watched on he felt the motion resembled a form of hypnosis.
The tousle-haired man cleared his throat in a pointed manner, drawing the American’s attention.
As soon as he noticed Arthur, the American at once tucked the electronic away in his smart suit jacket, standing up from his chair and smiling an admittedly charming smile at the CEO.
Arthur was a bit miffed to see he stood slightly taller.
“Hi again. I figured you’d come back sooner or later.” He commented (in a so typically brazen American fashion). “I’m guessing no one warned you I’d be here, but I suppose that’s my job now, huh?” The man joked and fluidly slid a piece of thick paper across the desk top. “Arthur, right? Arthur Kirkland?”
“Yes, yes, hullo and all that-” Arthur impatiently snatched up the paper he saw was a résumé. He glanced at the name. “Mr. Jones. If you’d be so kind-”
Jones laughed, interrupting the stodgy CEO’s spiel. The green-eyed man’s frown became more pronounced. “May I ask what is so funny, Mr. Jones?”
The bespectacled man laughed lightly again, blinking blue eyes and giving a slightly amused smirk. “It’s- it’s the whole Mr. Jones thing. You can call me Alfred.”
“…” Arthur stared and squared his shoulders, a mite unprepared for the cheery attitude.
“…Allow me to be the first and last to say it, since it appears no one has briefed you on the subject, but here at Heta Corporation it’s the common practice to maintain a certain level of authority and respect at all times.”
“Oh… yeah? That’s so… impersonal.” The man grinned, and Arthur blinked, marginally struck by how much younger he suddenly looked.
“At my last placement we all called each other by our first names.”
Arthur felt his lip twitch in annoyance. “Right, yes. Well, Mr. Jones, you were hired out of immediate necessity- so do not be surprised if you aren’t here for very long.” Mr. Kirkland informed brutally.
It Was Tuesday - Part 1d
anonymous
November 20 2009, 06:52:23 UTC
Jones just raised an eyebrow before smiling a mysterious little smile that had Arthur looking back over his shoulder in suspicion as he entered his personal office.
The CEO slammed the door and from inside, his peevish voice drifted through to Alfred’s ears. “Now do your job and organize those damned papers!”
*
It was nearing lunch time when the boss emerged from the lacquered mahogany door, the caffeine fix from his morning cup of tea having started to wear off.
Arthur gaped at the presently tidy surfaces which had just a little while ago been his major source of woe. He looked at his new assistant dubiously. “You can’t have finished already.”
Alfred smiled smugly from his chair and stopped biting on the end of his pen to gesture with it. “Sure, it was nothing. I started a slightly new system though. Your old one was like something out of the 50s.”
Arthur’s chin jutted out at that evaluation, brows furrowing as he hastened to find something wrong with this so-acclaimed new system.
The cabinet was filled with neatly aligned folders, all properly organized. The coding was actually quite easy to follow. The CEO flipped through them in growing disbelief. After a moment, his face settled on an expression of quiet and somewhat pleased surprise.
“Who are you then, Superman?” The CEO asked askance, but held his tongue from going further with it when Jones seemed entirely too proud with that comparison.
“Superhuman strength and X-ray vision?” Alfred’s mouth tipped up at the side and… he rested a hand on his cheek, leaning as his baby blue eyes did a slow glance up and down. “I wish.”
Arthur paused. He shifted the folder in his hands, feeling a small amount of heat unexpectedly warm his cheeks. He dragged his green gaze away and cursed internally, wondering why he suddenly felt as if he wasn’t wearing any clothes.
“Nope, I’m plain old awesome Clark Kent, ready to get down and do the nitty-gritty.” Alfred’s smile widened into a grin and he adjusted his glasses, pleating his hands in an attempt to affect an appropriately bookish appearance.
Arthur disagreed on all accounts.
Somehow he knew this Alfred F. Jones was anything but mild-mannered.
The CEO found himself looking back over his shoulder at the new hire again, this time as he headed out for an important lunch meeting.
And for the first time of many to come, Mr. Kirkland began to wonder if this wasn’t an introduction to an entirely new set of problems into his life instead of a solution.
Re: It Was Tuesday - Part 1d
anonymous
November 20 2009, 07:42:49 UTC
This not!OP is a US/UK fan and is beside herself with glee at the awesomeness of this fill. I wasn't expecting Alfred to do such a great job instead of screwing it up, but that makes it all the more interesting as Arthur now can't just yell at him for lousy organization...although I'm sure that Alfred will still be able to give Arthur plenty of headaches.
And headache-curing sex. That will come up later, won't it?
Re: It Was Tuesday - Part 1d
anonymous
November 20 2009, 10:40:00 UTC
This...oh my gods...this! I love this! Boss/Secretary/Assistant fics are a long time kink of mine and this hit ALL the right buttons. I love grouchy Arthur, the implied VERY long revolving line of assistants, the image of Francis as HR guy, Matthew being able to pull invisible acts to get out of being yelled and Alfred...he's fabulous and I adore that you've allowed him to be competent at his job, really love that.
Re: It Was Tuesday - Part 1d
anonymous
November 20 2009, 11:07:14 UTC
This not!OP and US/UK fanlol I am a sheep is squeeing over this fill! You have me hooked and I am eagerly awaiting more~ lol at the Superman references xD
Re: It Was Tuesday - Part 1d
anonymous
November 25 2009, 16:39:26 UTC
I usually don't like Hetalia AUs, but this is wonderful. The characters are written so well, it's hard not to enjoy it. (France made me giggle a lot XD) Plus, I quite enjoy UK/US but it's hard to find fics that really nail their relationship. England's so grumpy and impatient, while America is cheeky and cute... I can't wait to read what happens next. Please write more :)
“….” For once Arthur couldn’t find something to say, as the H-R director had actually done what he had asked.
The insufferable Frenchman winked and sauntered away leaving Arthur to deal with it himself, as usual.
Not being one to let a reprimand slide, the Englishman turned his displeased gaze on the girl who had fruitlessly been trying to fade unnoticed into the wall of her small, gray cubicle.
“Might I make a comment, Miss Chelles? I needn’t remind you that you aren’t to be letting anyone distract from your work while you’re here on company time, do I?”
The dark-skinned student-placement employee ducked her head dismally and muttered out a timely, “No, Mr. Kirkland.”
“Yes, I should hope not.” The chief executive replied, only slightly mollified. “Oh, and Miss Chelles, you can stop bringing me that poorly steeped tea from now on.” The gears in him head seemed to be spinning quite fast all of a sudden. “I suppose this new hire will take over for that.”
Arthur conveniently missed the unintelligible ‘Thank god!’ that was nearly a wheeze, and gave a probing glance around the sea of cubicles. Satisfied with the orchestra of keystrokes and ringing phones being answered, the CEO stalked off briskly to properly manage the apparent new hire that would, hopefully, bring an end to all his major problems and not screw it up.
Saya Chelles let out a breath as soon as the boss disappeared from view and immediately rolled her chair to the cubicle beside her. “Unfair! How come that invisible trick never works for me?!”
Matthew Williams smiled back at her sheepishly. “Just lucky I guess.”
*
When the CEO returned to the scene of the crime, it was with a weary, pessimistic step. His green gaze was expectant and critical as he laid eyes on the strange new man who was to be his replacement secretary of sorts.
Said man was sitting at the now neatly cleared desk, eyes trained on a glossy, black piece of technology held in the palm of his hand. The American was swiveling his thumb so swiftly upon it that as Arthur watched on he felt the motion resembled a form of hypnosis.
The tousle-haired man cleared his throat in a pointed manner, drawing the American’s attention.
As soon as he noticed Arthur, the American at once tucked the electronic away in his smart suit jacket, standing up from his chair and smiling an admittedly charming smile at the CEO.
Arthur was a bit miffed to see he stood slightly taller.
“Hi again. I figured you’d come back sooner or later.” He commented (in a so typically brazen American fashion). “I’m guessing no one warned you I’d be here, but I suppose that’s my job now, huh?” The man joked and fluidly slid a piece of thick paper across the desk top. “Arthur, right? Arthur Kirkland?”
“Yes, yes, hullo and all that-” Arthur impatiently snatched up the paper he saw was a résumé. He glanced at the name. “Mr. Jones. If you’d be so kind-”
Jones laughed, interrupting the stodgy CEO’s spiel. The green-eyed man’s frown became more pronounced. “May I ask what is so funny, Mr. Jones?”
The bespectacled man laughed lightly again, blinking blue eyes and giving a slightly amused smirk. “It’s- it’s the whole Mr. Jones thing. You can call me Alfred.”
“…” Arthur stared and squared his shoulders, a mite unprepared for the cheery attitude.
“…Allow me to be the first and last to say it, since it appears no one has briefed you on the subject, but here at Heta Corporation it’s the common practice to maintain a certain level of authority and respect at all times.”
“Oh… yeah? That’s so… impersonal.” The man grinned, and Arthur blinked, marginally struck by how much younger he suddenly looked.
“At my last placement we all called each other by our first names.”
Arthur felt his lip twitch in annoyance. “Right, yes. Well, Mr. Jones, you were hired out of immediate necessity- so do not be surprised if you aren’t here for very long.” Mr. Kirkland informed brutally.
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The CEO slammed the door and from inside, his peevish voice drifted through to Alfred’s ears. “Now do your job and organize those damned papers!”
*
It was nearing lunch time when the boss emerged from the lacquered mahogany door, the caffeine fix from his morning cup of tea having started to wear off.
Arthur gaped at the presently tidy surfaces which had just a little while ago been his major source of woe. He looked at his new assistant dubiously. “You can’t have finished already.”
Alfred smiled smugly from his chair and stopped biting on the end of his pen to gesture with it. “Sure, it was nothing. I started a slightly new system though. Your old one was like something out of the 50s.”
Arthur’s chin jutted out at that evaluation, brows furrowing as he hastened to find something wrong with this so-acclaimed new system.
The cabinet was filled with neatly aligned folders, all properly organized. The coding was actually quite easy to follow. The CEO flipped through them in growing disbelief. After a moment, his face settled on an expression of quiet and somewhat pleased surprise.
“Who are you then, Superman?” The CEO asked askance, but held his tongue from going further with it when Jones seemed entirely too proud with that comparison.
“Superhuman strength and X-ray vision?” Alfred’s mouth tipped up at the side and… he rested a hand on his cheek, leaning as his baby blue eyes did a slow glance up and down. “I wish.”
Arthur paused. He shifted the folder in his hands, feeling a small amount of heat unexpectedly warm his cheeks. He dragged his green gaze away and cursed internally, wondering why he suddenly felt as if he wasn’t wearing any clothes.
“Nope, I’m plain old awesome Clark Kent, ready to get down and do the nitty-gritty.” Alfred’s smile widened into a grin and he adjusted his glasses, pleating his hands in an attempt to affect an appropriately bookish appearance.
Arthur disagreed on all accounts.
Somehow he knew this Alfred F. Jones was anything but mild-mannered.
The CEO found himself looking back over his shoulder at the new hire again, this time as he headed out for an important lunch meeting.
And for the first time of many to come, Mr. Kirkland began to wonder if this wasn’t an introduction to an entirely new set of problems into his life instead of a solution.
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And headache-curing sex. That will come up later, won't it?
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Ah...so...more please?
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You are so dead on with their characterization, anon!! Gosh, this is gonna be soo good. Office smut is always a plus in my book. Please update soon!
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tldr; f5
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Want to read more, definitely!
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