First Chapter of AU Franada Fic (untitled as of yet) 1/?
It's been a long time since I've bothered to post Fics on here... but.. Alright let's go ( hopefully the Idea's for this one won't go and Kill them selves)
Name:....Crap hasn't thought of one yet....
Author: me Pal_porns_r_luv ( or Gothkat on FF.net)
Fandom: Hetalia Axis powers
Pairings, In these chapters there's none, But I plan for it to be a Franada story, with GerIta Spamano USUK and possibally PolLiet PruHunAus and badtouchtrio.
Summary: The is an AU story. Matthew Williams just wants to be a journalist in a highclass magazine, he's been working toward that goal his whole schooling carrer and now that he and his brother have moved to New York, he plans to make that happen, But Frist, he has to get this new annoying boss off of him... and resist the urge to kill him on the spot.
Warning: .. Don't think 'The devil wears Prada'..It's... not ..linked.... re-really?
A/N: Okay.. I lied I was watching that Film with my mates... . and suddently started casting everyone as Hetalia people, but I didn't like how the film made my Hetalia cast end up so.. I started wrighting this...if you spot anymistakes... It's my mum and sisters faults XD they Beta'd it for me. ( oh and as I am British, I have very little idea on teh layout of New york, and I don't do Fashion... You'll be able to tell I think)
Any concrit, espically mentioning chrecterisations would be highly appriciatted.
(Matthew=Canada, Alfred=America, Jacob= Cuba, Kat(suya)= Ukraine, Francis=France, Feliciano(or Veneciano)= Italy
Romano=Romano Ludwig=Germany Antonio=Spain Gilbert=Prussia ,Arthur=England (Mi)chelle=Seychelles)
Chap 1
Matthew Willams stared at his ceiling. He had to sort out that damp spot on the ceiling.... he also had to sort out that broken washing machine... it was a pain to lug yourself to the laundry house...and borrowing Alfred’s clothes was getting to be a bother.
“Mattie!” It was a shame they didn’t have the money to do any of that, most of the money his brother Alfred earned went toward bills and food, they really hadn’t even left their student budget behind yet...
“Mattie! You’ve got that interview today!”
Shit!
Matthew stumbled out of the bedroom, a pair of his brothers jean’s half way up his legs when he entered the kitchen of their tiny apartment. He looked up to his brother, they were only half siblings really, Shareing a father, leading to Matthew being Canadian, and Alfred (who had taken on his Mothers surname, he generally didn’t get on with their father for leaving him and his mother alone in Florida, hence why he was Alfred Franklin Jones, rather than Alfred Williams.) the pair hadn’t actually met till their shared father died... Alfreds first words to his brother, he was only about 5 or 6 at the time, Matthew himself being about 4 or 5, his first words were, “you look like me”
From there they had become inseparable, they were opposites but they complimented each other well, Matthew could generally calm his boisterous brother down, at least.. To a less ‘look at me’ level; and when around Alfred Matthew retreated into his shell less, even usually being brave enough to even yell at him at times.
They had both decided that they would go to the same university, one in Florida, as Alfred’s Mother had got ill and he hadn’t wanted to leave her, but after Uni, Alfred’s mother had died, leading to this move to New York. The city that held everything they wanted.
The best magazines to work in and one of the best Police forces in America, even though Alfred was only on Traffic control.
America Laughed as Matthew took a seat and tried to eat and pull on a jumper at the same time.
“Hey hey your not gonna be late, I’m off till the afternoon I can drive you there,”
Matthew paused in his panic. “No... That’s okay... I’ll... jog or something... Maybe cycle? It’s near Central Park after all.” Alfred and a car? No... That’s proberly the reason he was on traffic control... to learn what sort of speeds and manoeuvres should be done.
Alfred pouted slightly; Mattie always said bad things about his driving. It wasn’t his fault that everyone else was so slow... And... Didn’t look out for him... he just tried to turn driving into something exciting is all... keep people alert. “Alright, whatever, Good luck dude, I’m gonna go get dressed”
Matthew nodded thanks to his brother and chowed down on the cheese on toast that was his breakfast as America called back to him,
“Mattie don’t wreck my pants their my favourites
Matthew looked down to his pants, seeing the American flag on one of the left leg below the knee. ...Great.. no time to change either... at least he had on his Canadien belt. It was half red and half white, the bukle being a red maple leaf, creating a small Canadian flag on his waist.
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Romano typed quickly, checking the days schedule, pulling lightly on his suit jacket, “You’ve got to be shittin me? Antonio! You didn’t tell me we had to do an Interview?”
A Mediterranean man turned to the brunette sitting as the desk, moving to lean forward toward him. “Yeah, Boss wanted to get a new secretary, something about not enough work being done? Or something like that anyway” Romano resisted the urge to punch Antonio, it was obviously because Antonio, a Spanish man who’d moved to New York with two of his friends, did bearly any work
He should be fired... well... should be... not actually fired. “Yeah.. I think he was going to do it himself...” Antonio continued, not spotting the panic that rose in Romano’s face.
“Antonio... This says that he’s not arriving till ten...” Lovino Romano Vargas started at Antonio for a moment.
Antonio tilted his head, a habit he’d caught from Lovino’s -No... we arn’t allowed to call him by his first name- Romano’s Twin brother, Feliciano Venciano Vargas - (try saying that drunk) yes we are allowed to call him by his first name- Romano pointed to the clock at the bottom of his screen.
“It’s 8:30”
Blink Blink.
“GO TELL EVERYONE HE’S COMEING EARLY!” The yell had caught most of the floor’s workers, dresses being rearranged. People moveing about in a hurry coats being re hung, hair being taken out of their little pony tails.Just a genral flurry to adjust anything on their person that had been worn for the confort while looking horribally plain.
Even Romano himself started hisown little panic, he’d thought hecould get away with what he was wearing, it was stylish sure, but it was far too close to what the boss himself wore; not a good plan.... Never a good plan. “FRATELLO!” he dashed past Antonio, whom wasn’t worried too much about his scruffy appearance, well... He ran a hand through his sruffy hair anyway, knowing how much his boss hated it when he hadn’t brushed it properly.
Matthew walked up to the Secrituy, a largely built man with slick back blond hair, who definitely looked very professional. He seemed out of place slightly, like he should be in the military or something,.
“E-Excuse me sir?” Matthew grabbed the hem of his jumper as the man’s pierceing blue eyes looked to him.
“Ja?” his hands were folded behind his back as he looked to Matthew, glanceing up and around every now and again.
There was a crackle from the radio,
“Ve~ Ludwig! You’ve got to give us warning when he’s arrived in the building okay Liiibe...” There was a blush across the man’s cheeks at the voice though the radio as he tried to keep his stern voice, which had softened slightly,
“Ja, will do Feli..Feliciano” The man returned to looking around, looking for a limo, or would he be driving the sports car today? To pull up by the door.
Matthew sighed, he wasn’t gonna figure out which floor to go to now was he...? He sighed again heavily before turning away.
“Ah! Sorry, I’d Forgot you were there for a moment, what did you want?” the accent was wobbly mainly on the w sounds but it seemed this man was German, not that it mattered.
“Oh um, I have an interview today eh?” his hand dived in his pocket, pulling out his polar bear keychain, that was... well bigger then a keychain should be.
The man raised an eyebrow at him, glanceing at the door again.
“Sorry, um” he fished out the letter he’d been sent.
“Ah that’s you huh?, you want the top floor, I’ll buzz you in,” He pressed a button and the door beside him opened up, as he pressed another botton on the radio, “ Herr Vargas, the interviewee is coming up now”
“DON’T USE BLOODY GERMAN WTH MY NAME DAMNIT!”
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It was Chaos when Matthew reached the top floor, men and women alike running around, a brunette who looked... well maybe Italian American? Wearing a dark green shirt, the collar raised against his cheeks the bottom of the Shirt falling below the jacket he was wearing, tight jeans over his legs till they got to dress shoes. The man was telling of another Mediterranean looking one whose shirt was loosely tucked into his pants.
The yelling man must off had a twin because there was another of him, this time wearing a light blue shirt, Sitting by the phone and typing at the computer.
“Ex-excuse me?... Um... hi...” a pair of Arms wrapped around his shoulders, a lock of blonde hair falling on his shoulders.
“Like Feli! You so left me on my own down there!” the arms moved from his shoulders and the skirt the woman was wearing twirled around her as she showed the others what she was wearing.
“Beuno Beuno! Vee!” the blue shirted twin clapped as she twirled again.
“Hey! Damn it Feliks! We’ve gotta get ready for boss!” that was went the radio went off, the voice of the German man from downstairs telling them that the boss was in the lift.
There was yet more panic as they all ran to where they were meant to be, a hot chocolate and a croissant placed on the table, the little flags he hadn’t even noticed on the desk being rearranged, ( a spaninsh a German a French an American and an Italien one.) The Greenshirted twin pushing the surffy man under a table; keeping him from sight. The blude shirted twin and the women called Feliks haveing left the room the second the man had radioed.
Matthew cleared his throat, trying to get someone’s attention.
“Greeting sir,”
“Bonjour, Sir”
Matthew glanced to the new arriveal. Blond, slightly wave-y, hair falling to shoulder length. A lose V-neck shit gracing his torso, ridged in a way that made one want to reach out and touch it. The man was wearing suit pants, managing to make them look both formal and informal. The knee length jacket being folded onto his arm.
“Bonjour mademoiselle, now, I want to make sure that Pierre knows what to do, I want to see some of Jean-Pauls stuff, Romano! Guggi’s coming later, stay by him, pull the 3 o’clock meeting forward ring Jean tell her I can’t make dinner, then call and tell Giovani that I can sqeeze him in”
As he was talking, the coat had been thrown to Romano, who quickly turned behind him and placed it in a cupboard. He’d walked into his office, which was filled to the brim with modern pieces of furniture with a pair of photos sealed into the table. Without looking the man reached to the hot chocolate taking a sip. He didn’t even stop to view his surrounding’s he’d walked right passed Matthew without even blinking, and was paying no mind to the green shirted twin who was trying to subtly push the scruffy man back under the table. The Man, The boss it seemed, took a breath.
“This is the wrong mug, Antoni get out from under the table, no sex at work “ There was a Sigh here as he looked at the scruffy man, “Someone give him a hair brush” His head fell into one of his hands, stylish bands decorating the lean fingers.
“And finally who is that and what is that disgusting thing they’re wearing?”
Matthew Sighed... it was about time someone noticed him.
End of Chapter one ~~
Name:....Crap hasn't thought of one yet....
Author: me Pal_porns_r_luv ( or Gothkat on FF.net)
Fandom: Hetalia Axis powers
Pairings, In these chapters there's none, But I plan for it to be a Franada story, with GerIta Spamano USUK and possibally PolLiet PruHunAus and badtouchtrio.
Summary: The is an AU story. Matthew Williams just wants to be a journalist in a highclass magazine, he's been working toward that goal his whole schooling carrer and now that he and his brother have moved to New York, he plans to make that happen, But Frist, he has to get this new annoying boss off of him... and resist the urge to kill him on the spot.
Warning: .. Don't think 'The devil wears Prada'..It's... not ..linked.... re-really?
A/N: Okay.. I lied I was watching that Film with my mates... . and suddently started casting everyone as Hetalia people, but I didn't like how the film made my Hetalia cast end up so.. I started wrighting this...if you spot anymistakes... It's my mum and sisters faults XD they Beta'd it for me. ( oh and as I am British, I have very little idea on teh layout of New york, and I don't do Fashion... You'll be able to tell I think)
Any concrit, espically mentioning chrecterisations would be highly appriciatted.
(Matthew=Canada, Alfred=America, Jacob= Cuba, Kat(suya)= Ukraine, Francis=France, Feliciano(or Veneciano)= Italy
Romano=Romano Ludwig=Germany Antonio=Spain Gilbert=Prussia ,Arthur=England (Mi)chelle=Seychelles)
Chap 1
Matthew Willams stared at his ceiling. He had to sort out that damp spot on the ceiling.... he also had to sort out that broken washing machine... it was a pain to lug yourself to the laundry house...and borrowing Alfred’s clothes was getting to be a bother.
“Mattie!” It was a shame they didn’t have the money to do any of that, most of the money his brother Alfred earned went toward bills and food, they really hadn’t even left their student budget behind yet...
“Mattie! You’ve got that interview today!”
Shit!
Matthew stumbled out of the bedroom, a pair of his brothers jean’s half way up his legs when he entered the kitchen of their tiny apartment. He looked up to his brother, they were only half siblings really, Shareing a father, leading to Matthew being Canadian, and Alfred (who had taken on his Mothers surname, he generally didn’t get on with their father for leaving him and his mother alone in Florida, hence why he was Alfred Franklin Jones, rather than Alfred Williams.) the pair hadn’t actually met till their shared father died... Alfreds first words to his brother, he was only about 5 or 6 at the time, Matthew himself being about 4 or 5, his first words were, “you look like me”
From there they had become inseparable, they were opposites but they complimented each other well, Matthew could generally calm his boisterous brother down, at least.. To a less ‘look at me’ level; and when around Alfred Matthew retreated into his shell less, even usually being brave enough to even yell at him at times.
They had both decided that they would go to the same university, one in Florida, as Alfred’s Mother had got ill and he hadn’t wanted to leave her, but after Uni, Alfred’s mother had died, leading to this move to New York. The city that held everything they wanted.
The best magazines to work in and one of the best Police forces in America, even though Alfred was only on Traffic control.
America Laughed as Matthew took a seat and tried to eat and pull on a jumper at the same time.
“Hey hey your not gonna be late, I’m off till the afternoon I can drive you there,”
Matthew paused in his panic. “No... That’s okay... I’ll... jog or something... Maybe cycle? It’s near Central Park after all.” Alfred and a car? No... That’s proberly the reason he was on traffic control... to learn what sort of speeds and manoeuvres should be done.
Alfred pouted slightly; Mattie always said bad things about his driving. It wasn’t his fault that everyone else was so slow... And... Didn’t look out for him... he just tried to turn driving into something exciting is all... keep people alert. “Alright, whatever, Good luck dude, I’m gonna go get dressed”
Matthew nodded thanks to his brother and chowed down on the cheese on toast that was his breakfast as America called back to him,
“Mattie don’t wreck my pants their my favourites
Matthew looked down to his pants, seeing the American flag on one of the left leg below the knee. ...Great.. no time to change either... at least he had on his Canadien belt. It was half red and half white, the bukle being a red maple leaf, creating a small Canadian flag on his waist.
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Romano typed quickly, checking the days schedule, pulling lightly on his suit jacket, “You’ve got to be shittin me? Antonio! You didn’t tell me we had to do an Interview?”
A Mediterranean man turned to the brunette sitting as the desk, moving to lean forward toward him. “Yeah, Boss wanted to get a new secretary, something about not enough work being done? Or something like that anyway” Romano resisted the urge to punch Antonio, it was obviously because Antonio, a Spanish man who’d moved to New York with two of his friends, did bearly any work
He should be fired... well... should be... not actually fired. “Yeah.. I think he was going to do it himself...” Antonio continued, not spotting the panic that rose in Romano’s face.
“Antonio... This says that he’s not arriving till ten...” Lovino Romano Vargas started at Antonio for a moment.
Antonio tilted his head, a habit he’d caught from Lovino’s -No... we arn’t allowed to call him by his first name- Romano’s Twin brother, Feliciano Venciano Vargas - (try saying that drunk) yes we are allowed to call him by his first name- Romano pointed to the clock at the bottom of his screen.
“It’s 8:30”
Blink Blink.
“GO TELL EVERYONE HE’S COMEING EARLY!” The yell had caught most of the floor’s workers, dresses being rearranged. People moveing about in a hurry coats being re hung, hair being taken out of their little pony tails.Just a genral flurry to adjust anything on their person that had been worn for the confort while looking horribally plain.
Even Romano himself started hisown little panic, he’d thought hecould get away with what he was wearing, it was stylish sure, but it was far too close to what the boss himself wore; not a good plan.... Never a good plan. “FRATELLO!” he dashed past Antonio, whom wasn’t worried too much about his scruffy appearance, well... He ran a hand through his sruffy hair anyway, knowing how much his boss hated it when he hadn’t brushed it properly.
Matthew walked up to the Secrituy, a largely built man with slick back blond hair, who definitely looked very professional. He seemed out of place slightly, like he should be in the military or something,.
“E-Excuse me sir?” Matthew grabbed the hem of his jumper as the man’s pierceing blue eyes looked to him.
“Ja?” his hands were folded behind his back as he looked to Matthew, glanceing up and around every now and again.
There was a crackle from the radio,
“Ve~ Ludwig! You’ve got to give us warning when he’s arrived in the building okay Liiibe...” There was a blush across the man’s cheeks at the voice though the radio as he tried to keep his stern voice, which had softened slightly,
“Ja, will do Feli..Feliciano” The man returned to looking around, looking for a limo, or would he be driving the sports car today? To pull up by the door.
Matthew sighed, he wasn’t gonna figure out which floor to go to now was he...? He sighed again heavily before turning away.
“Ah! Sorry, I’d Forgot you were there for a moment, what did you want?” the accent was wobbly mainly on the w sounds but it seemed this man was German, not that it mattered.
“Oh um, I have an interview today eh?” his hand dived in his pocket, pulling out his polar bear keychain, that was... well bigger then a keychain should be.
The man raised an eyebrow at him, glanceing at the door again.
“Sorry, um” he fished out the letter he’d been sent.
“Ah that’s you huh?, you want the top floor, I’ll buzz you in,” He pressed a button and the door beside him opened up, as he pressed another botton on the radio, “ Herr Vargas, the interviewee is coming up now”
“DON’T USE BLOODY GERMAN WTH MY NAME DAMNIT!”
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It was Chaos when Matthew reached the top floor, men and women alike running around, a brunette who looked... well maybe Italian American? Wearing a dark green shirt, the collar raised against his cheeks the bottom of the Shirt falling below the jacket he was wearing, tight jeans over his legs till they got to dress shoes. The man was telling of another Mediterranean looking one whose shirt was loosely tucked into his pants.
The yelling man must off had a twin because there was another of him, this time wearing a light blue shirt, Sitting by the phone and typing at the computer.
“Ex-excuse me?... Um... hi...” a pair of Arms wrapped around his shoulders, a lock of blonde hair falling on his shoulders.
“Like Feli! You so left me on my own down there!” the arms moved from his shoulders and the skirt the woman was wearing twirled around her as she showed the others what she was wearing.
“Beuno Beuno! Vee!” the blue shirted twin clapped as she twirled again.
“Hey! Damn it Feliks! We’ve gotta get ready for boss!” that was went the radio went off, the voice of the German man from downstairs telling them that the boss was in the lift.
There was yet more panic as they all ran to where they were meant to be, a hot chocolate and a croissant placed on the table, the little flags he hadn’t even noticed on the desk being rearranged, ( a spaninsh a German a French an American and an Italien one.) The Greenshirted twin pushing the surffy man under a table; keeping him from sight. The blude shirted twin and the women called Feliks haveing left the room the second the man had radioed.
Matthew cleared his throat, trying to get someone’s attention.
“Greeting sir,”
“Bonjour, Sir”
Matthew glanced to the new arriveal. Blond, slightly wave-y, hair falling to shoulder length. A lose V-neck shit gracing his torso, ridged in a way that made one want to reach out and touch it. The man was wearing suit pants, managing to make them look both formal and informal. The knee length jacket being folded onto his arm.
“Bonjour mademoiselle, now, I want to make sure that Pierre knows what to do, I want to see some of Jean-Pauls stuff, Romano! Guggi’s coming later, stay by him, pull the 3 o’clock meeting forward ring Jean tell her I can’t make dinner, then call and tell Giovani that I can sqeeze him in”
As he was talking, the coat had been thrown to Romano, who quickly turned behind him and placed it in a cupboard. He’d walked into his office, which was filled to the brim with modern pieces of furniture with a pair of photos sealed into the table. Without looking the man reached to the hot chocolate taking a sip. He didn’t even stop to view his surrounding’s he’d walked right passed Matthew without even blinking, and was paying no mind to the green shirted twin who was trying to subtly push the scruffy man back under the table. The Man, The boss it seemed, took a breath.
“This is the wrong mug, Antoni get out from under the table, no sex at work “ There was a Sigh here as he looked at the scruffy man, “Someone give him a hair brush” His head fell into one of his hands, stylish bands decorating the lean fingers.
“And finally who is that and what is that disgusting thing they’re wearing?”
Matthew Sighed... it was about time someone noticed him.
End of Chapter one ~~