-100 Theme Challenge- Hetalia! {APH various - reader insert}

015: Spring- Poland

"Hurry up _______!!!!" - screamed my phone - "He'll be here any second now!"

"Shhh... Tone it down Feliks! I'm outside" - I said a bit annoyed, holding a still untouched cup of coffee.

"Then come in! Fast! The dress needs a hem, and the beads are falling, and..." - I hung up on him, right now he was freaking out and that was giving me a headache... I'll deal with my coffee first.

                As soon as my lips touched the plastic lid, the door in front of me was opened by a very upset polish boy.

"You did not just hang up on me!" He said sounding almost insulted... But then he went quiet under my glare, my lips still touching the plastic lid. " Ugh fine, caffeine monster, drink that thing and come inside... Like right away" he stated finally before going back inside.

               I smiled a bit; after working with Feliks for so long, he had learned to fear my caffeine- free self, and even if he was a stressful drama queen most of the times when it came to his collections, he was one of the best (and most annoying) friends I could have. After drowning down the dark elixir of energy, I went inside, took off my coat and looked around to find everything in its due order, and Feliks staring attentively at the coral dress with lace sleeves.

"Everything seems good to me Feliks"- I said standing behind him, placing the empty cup in the nearest table.

"Don't put that thing there... And it's not perfect yet" he stated seriously, still looking attentively at the dress.

"Fine, fine..." I said approaching the garbage can "And you should stop worrying, I'm sure he'll love it... Just accessorize it" - I said, handing him a mint colored belt.

"Hm... It looks good, hand me the brown Mary Jane boots with orange details..." He said in a soft demanding tone; this focused Feliks was a better designer than the stressed one.

"Are you gonna use tights underneath it? A soft cream/peach ones, may I suggest"

"Try a golden color, that would make it pop" said a profound voice behind us... when had he arrived?!

"Mr. Bonnefoy, I didn't hear you come in" - said Feliks in a false calmed tone.

"It was open, so I took the liberty to enter, besides, I didn't want to interrupt your creative process" he pronounced with a deep French accent.

"So like, what do you think?" - he gulped.

"It's good Feliks, as she said... It needs some accessories but the pieces are flawless, perfect for the magazine"- he said taking a look around; meanwhile I saw Feliks sigh in relief.

"I'll just need some pictures... Excuse me mademoiselle, can you model those outfits?"- he said as if he was asking to borrow a pen.

"Me? I think you got it wrong... I'm Feliks' assistant, not a model... not even close" I whispered last.

"Excuse moi mademoiselle.... I know you are his assistant, I'm just stating you are the kind of women we want in our magazine" he said charmingly... I think.

"Take it as a compliment ________, like he wants you as a model! And this could be considered as part of your job, you know"- he said; oh that sly little blonde.

"So what do you say mademoiselle? It would make my job easier for the editor's board" he half smiled a very suspicious smile.

"If this helps the collection I... "- pause, sigh- "...I guess I'll do it" - I stated defeated.

"Let's proceed then" smiled the French in victory.

               I was currently in my second change, wearing the coral dress I had finished sewing like 12 hours ago; I had to admit I actually looked quite nice, even after so little sleep. This was supposed to be my free day, but Feliks had insisted I should come to greet the magazine editor, because, I quote "this collection is as much yours as it is mine". I exited the bathroom not too excited about another round of pictures, but I had to do it for the collection and for... Feliks? What in Dior's name in he doing inside the storage room?

I took off the lovely but noisy heels I was wearing and tiptoed to where he was, apparently talking to someone on the phone.

"Yes, I own you big Natasha! You were so right about this Bonnefoy guy"- he said mimicking a thick French accent- "he is like, totally into curvy y/h/c girls, I'm like, this close to have my collection featured in that magazine!" - he finished in a high pitch tone.

               Meanwhile a cold and burning sensation ran through my entire body... "So you wanna play dirty, let's play dirty Feliks" I said smirking, as I delicately locked the storage door.

Extended ending

"Pick up! Like now! You have to get me out of here in this second! I'm sorry I used you, but it's a win win situation honey...*bip*" - ugh this voicemail thing is so annoying... She should just take it as a complement, pick up and get me out of here!

Finally as I hung up, a text from her appeared on my cellphone screen.

"Thank you! Let's see... Enjoying your alone time? Yeah sure, like a week in Paris"- I replied to myself, annoyed by, well, everything!- "Well I surely am, a nice cup of red with a French man in a coral dress does sound dreamy doesn't it? And look, there seems to be a lot of chemistry between my wine and your dress... Should I let them, you know, close the deal?" - oh no she didn't, that little...

"Hello Toris, my studio, now! I have a dress to save!"

Author's Note: I have absolubtly no knowledge in fashion if you're wondering, but I just had fun with this spring collection (I thought I had to clarify that).