Boss France X Worker Reader - Office Scoundrel
WARNING: Contains naughty, offensive, some sexual and the French.
It was just another day at the office of Hetalia headquarters. A horrible miserable Sunday which everyone got called in for because we all had a day off yesterday. You were just a worker to the bosses of Allied and Axis, but you had amorously fallen in love with the French perv of one of the offices. Unfortunately, he just happened to be your boss. You loved the main from your heart and soul, but unfortunately in cases of him being your boss it was strictly un-allowed and somewhat illegal in the country you were living in. It completely sucked, not that you loved the man…but you were late for work.
~A time skip and introduction brought to you by Bathroom mayhem. Struggling to get out of the bath? It’s pretty much game over for you then~
You had woken up moments ago from your beautiful slumber in your cosy bed and cosy cottage home which you wished you couldn’t escape from, but to hear your annoying alarm clock buzzing straight down your ear-hole it was enough to get you annoyed. You groaned miserably into your pillow as you raised you scrunched up face from your pillow to smack your clock alarm off. Unfortunately, for you it broke. Your frowned and grumbled into your pillow before gazing up and the clock again and slapping your forehead. You were late. Never had you been late before, and yet you didn’t want to let down your perv handsome boss and let him put you on his naughty list.
You leaped out of bed before galloping into the bathroom and swinging the sink cupboard open. You fumbled and shook your hands around to try and find you’re squashed tooth brush. Squashed? Well, you did go a bit too hard on your teeth. You let the cool water splash on your face before rubbing it in with fresh soap. You then stared at yourself in the mirror, before rolling your eyes not thinking of what you were doing. You ran back into the bedroom and rushed through the clothes in your tiny wardrobe. After one of the bosses, Arthur, had told you that every wardrobe leads to Narnia, you couldn’t help but inspect every time. You were suspicious and always had superstitions about everything. You continued flinging and throwing your clothes out the wardrobe and luckily, they didn’t get go flying out of your open window.
But, you had finally chosen what you had wanted to wear. Not for the sake and time of it, it was because of your flirtatious schemes with Francis. He always looked a girl up and down admire their form and look, so you try you hardest to look the best like all of those girls he had seen and make him turn the tables and look at you for a change. You tried, for days, for months, for two years. Something must have been up with your taste, he probably wouldn’t have like it. Or was it your hair, and how you styled it? Or was it that he didn’t like you at all? You’d better not go there. You had always but you (colour) hair up in a pony-tail, your clothing was trousers that were baggy with just a plain ordinary t-shirt along with white trainers. After thinking it over you finally realised why he wouldn’t check you out, he must have thought you were some dirty woman dressing up as a P.E teacher…but he was dirty himself so what was the difference?
You had changed all that, til today. There was no way he wasn’t going to be looking at you, I mean, he was going to be staring at you. You decided to wear for today a blank black tank top, along with a black skirt and high heels, totally a snob and slutty look to have for you but it was the only way you were going to get him, I mean what else could have you have worn? A sexy bunny outfit with a bit of flash? Mmmmm….maybe, but not today. You could use it when you are trying to seduce Francis or something but to be honest all the guy wants is sex, so that would be easy. You had put your hair down and in slightly curled waves. You had quickly put on your mascara, lip gloss and then a finale touch a necklace and a bracelet.
