Hetalia One-Shots

Spamano : Late

I am late. Again. My boss is so going to kill me!

I grab my keys and folder and run through the door slamming it shut with my foot. I sprint through the hall of the building, earning barks from a dog and an old lady. Seriously, she's only nice when she needs you to fix something...

I shove my keys in my pocket and try to knot my tie correctly. I look up and cross the street. Thank goodness I don't live too far from the office. I slow down and open my folder checking that all is in there. I quickly close it and continue running.

"Run Antonio, run!" I hear my friend calling mockingly from his bakery. "Oh shut up will yo-"

I bumped into someone as I was talking to my friend. I fell over on that person. I look down and see the most pissed off face I had ever seen. "Lo siento!" I say pushing myself off of him. I get up and hold out my hand. He looks at me with a murderous glare and takes my hand.

"Be careful you bastard, that hurt!" he grunts pulling his hand away angrily.

"I'm so sorry, really, I wasn't looking where I was going," I apologize bending down to pick my folder up.

"Late?" he asks wiping some dust off his backside.

I smile and chuckle nervously, "Yeah... Again..."

He looks at me then turns away, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Good luck."

He turns around and shoots me an encouraging smile before running off himself. I stare at him as he runs away to wherever he needs to be. An image of his tanned face and beautiful green eyes stays glued to my brain. I stand looking at the direction he ran in even though he's long gone.

I hear an obnoxious French laugh and turn to look at my friend. He smirks placing his hands on his hips. "What is it, mon ami? Did you fall on and for him?" he chuckles, lifting an eyebrow.

"Oh please! And mind your own buissiness!" I snap back.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" he then asks.

I cock my head to the side, "Huh? What?"

He smiles and points to his watch. My eyes widen in horror and I start running again while cursing.

"Bonne chance!"

Yeah yeah whatever. I keep running until I get to the front doors of the tall building. I brush my hair back with my fingers and straiten my tie. I glance over to the clock on the wall and smile to myself. Only eight minutes late, personal record.