Star Rose (Hetalia x Reader-ish)

Meeting The Employer-Chapter One

It was another boring day. Passing just the same as the one before. As usual, I started walking back home, a backpack weighed down by books and my most precious violin in its case, my right hand gripping the handle. I got home, it was empty, like usual. Don't misunderstand, I have parents, they just work too much. Well, I'd like to say that but I'm rather lazy, as many acquaintances say and I don't do much else than go to school, sleep, and other things. They get home at about five pm on the best occurrences and my younger brothers get home at exactly that same time. I liked to buy things off eBay, Amazon, you know, the ordinary bargaining sites. But, I had a very troublesome hobby of collecting anime plushies, figures, DVDs, posters, body pillows, etc. I could just barely afford it with my allowance but my parents wanted me to learn to earn my own money. They both came from rather poor families and worked hard to earn 'Middle Class' status.

So, that's what made today a tad bit different. I'd seen a flyer looking for a personal secretary part-timer and it seemed to pay pretty well. I didn't tell my parents, they'd probably tell me it was a scam but I had talked to the person who's number was on the flyer and he was a nice British man. I was known to be a bit naïve but I lived by the motto, 'It'll hurt to try but it'll become more pleasurable the further you push on.' I told that to my friend and she just laughed in a perverted way. Well, enough about that, it had ought to be time for my interview and I'd rather not be late. I walked to the nearest McDonald's and made my way inside. There was a commotion. "Sir, I don't think we're permitted to sell 45 Big Mac's to one person." The sandy blonde man pleaded with the lady employee, "But, I have my friend here! He'll eat some! Right, Arthur?!" The blonde British man glared at the American with flaring emerald eyes, "You think I'd eat those things! Bloody hell not, I say! And, we're here to meet with the lady, not stuff our faces with inedible excuses for food!"

My feet moved of their own volition, I recognized that voice. It was the man I'd talked to on the phone. Arthur Kirkland. "Mr. Kirkland.....?" I managed to get out from my unwilling lips. I was deathly shy with strangers, men especially but this man was different. He seemed to resemble a character I was obsessed with and his name was the same as the very character. England. I wanted to say it but in the case he really wasn't or if he was, it was not a situation I'd like. He smiled at me and gestured me to sit next to him in the booth as the only background noise seemed to be his loud friend trying to buy an unearthly amount of fast food. "A pleasure to meet you. My name is Arthur Kirkland, as you very well know. It might seem unnecessary but I'd like you to introduce yourself to me. I'm told I'm a bit of a stickler for introductions"   I smiled, "Scarleta Astrosia, it is very nice to meet you. I look forward to working with you." I said, trying to sound professional. My mother is the manager of a bank so it's rather easy to bring out the more 'mature' side to me. The more confident side, not so much.

His friend returned back, seems he got lucky. He managed to buy ten Big Mac's and a soda which made me wonder how he stayed skinny, or rather, toned to say. "Hey, dudette!" *Chomp, chomp* "What'd you and Arthur discuss by now?" *Slurp, slurp* I looked down, "Just introductions." I managed to say though he started scooting closer, "What was that? I couldn't hear you. You're a bit quiet." More chomps and slurps came from him as he got a little too close, freaking me out. I scooted closer to Arthur, a bit timidly. He blushed and then stepped in, "Alfred, you bloody idiot! You're scaring her! And, you should be ashamed of yourself! Eating like that in the presence of a lady! I thought I'd taught you better!" Silence rang out for a while, even Alfred stopped making his obnoxious eating sounds. "Are you guys related? But Arthur's not even that old! This makes no sense!! There's just no way you guys are close in age and yet are father and son..."

Alfred spoke up, "We're siblings." I laughed, "What?! Impossible! You would have to be twins and that isn't making much sense. Also, you both seem to have been raised in different environments. Further more, there's no way people of the same age could raise each other. Unless, Arthur isn't really as old as he says he is....." He froze as I stared at him intently in the eyes, probing for answers. "Uh, let's go somewhere else to discuss it." I put on a pouty face, "I'm not being fired already, am I?" Arthur shook his head, "No, you're hired. Since we're going to have to tell you the truth." I smiled, "Okay, where are we going? And, if so, how is Alfred going to eat all of that over there?" "You mean how is he able to eat that at all?" I shrugged, and Alfred pouted cutely, "Fast food is life!" I was a little bit worried about the guy, especially since I didn't particularly like hamburgers or fast food.

"So, your job is to make America a better place...by interacting with the personification in a positive manner." I spaced out, "L-like a superhero?" Alfred stepped into the conversation, "What is it?" I stared at him, "Uh, well, I thought you called my name...." He mumbled timidly. I nodded, "What do you think, Alfred? Do you want me as your personal secretary? Do you want a secretary at all?" He looked off to the side, "I don't really want a secretary but, you're a really nice, attentive, and cool girl so I do want to hire you. It's just......you......you don't seem to like fast food!" I shook my head, "I've heard that people who have their differences get along best. Do you want to know why, Alfred?" He nodded, slightly, "Because, imagine they try to share a bag of mixed popcorn. Well, if they're too alike, they'll both go for the caramel covered ones and before you know it, all that's left is the other flavors. And, if they're too alike, they'll argue about who ate them all. That's why they say opposites attract! Because they'll be able to make up for what the other lacks."

Arthur was watching the two conversing in a shockingly intelligent, effective, and professional way. He was a bit jealous that she was able to handle America so well but he noticed a slight blush on America's cheeks making him suspicious. America couldn't have a crush on the girl, right? It's just a bit....strange, so to say. She's hardly sixteen and America has a lot of decades going on her. But, Arthur wouldn't point it out, he was a bit of a romantic himself, but something really irked him. When he imagined the two being attracted to each other in such a way, he couldn't help but feel an undescribable feeling rising up in his chest. At some point in the conversation, they had leaned in too close to each other and their foreheads rested against each other, causing the two to laugh as they looked over a document. At this point, Arthur was seriously beginning to wonder why he was still in the same room with the two. All the romantic cliché shenanigans happened one after another. Arthur silently grit his teeth. Were they making fun of him? Suggesting him to leave?

"Hey, Alfred, what's wrong with Arthur? He seems to be pissed off. Do you think it was a bad idea to trick him, maybe?" The whole time, we had actually been talking about non serious things. More like the MTV Music Awards, favorite artists, favorite fads, favorite songs, etc. We both had realized that we had similar tastes in music so we started conversing about it. But, under my advice, I recommended him to use articulate words to make Arthur think we were being 'professional.' It seemed to work but I'd noticed that there was probably an unnecessary amount of physical contact. Just the same old thing seen in movies, hands touch, shoulders brush, etc. "Hm, dunno, he's always like that." My eyes widened, "Really? When?" Alfred shrugged, "When he's not with girls, sorta like Lovino." I shook my head, "He's glaring at you, Alfred. Don't you know why? Did you do anything to make him mad lately? He's sorta eying you as if you're competition, though. I wonder, what for?"

America brightened, "Dudette! I totally know why, now! He's

J-E-A-L-O-U-S!" I smiled, using a lazy hand gesture, "No way! He's not that childish!" Alfred pouted. "Hm? What's wrong? Did I say something?" Alfred looked away, "I get jealous from time to time, too......" I smiled, cupping his cheek, making him look at me, "That's because you're more suited for it. With you, it's cute. With him, it's a bit immature." Alfred leaned in and as our lips brushed, I felt a hand on my shoulder pull me away from him, "Improper!" I heard Arthur yell. Both of us turned to him and stared at his deep blush clashing provocatively with his emerald orbs. Said orbs were flaring with anger, so to say.

Hetalia belongs to its rightful owner, and according to my knowledge, that would be Hidekaz Himaruya.

I only own Scarleta, as in her concept.

You belong to yourself (obviously). But, not for long! Muhahaha! JK, you belong to whoever you want to be owned by.