Office!sex...or why he keeps that annoying guy around.
anonymous
November 6 2009, 03:32:54 UTC
Guys, I want office fic. Specifically office!sex.
Specifically, England is the head of a big corporation (empire, yo). Who's the person he's closest to? America. Who annoys him daily.
Anon can give America any job they choose. Co-worker and fellow executive? Personal assistant (Anyone else imagine America as the male equivalent of the bombshell secretary in the tight skirt and low cut shirt who sits on the boss's desk, and can be really chatty and catty but is actually on top of everything)? Either way, no one can understand why he keeps America around when it seems like England will blow a gasket at least once a day.
...Well, it's because at least the sex is fantastic.
I would love for a nice mix of comedy, tension, and sex, plz. Definitely looking for smut. And at least one argument over coffee. England/America in that order.
Can include other nations in "business" and their co-workers or assistants as well. Other pairings or triangles (even with England and/or America) so long as it ends England/America.
It Was Tuesday - Part 1a
anonymous
November 20 2009, 06:45:06 UTC
A/N: Ah.. not any of the anons who said they would fill.. sorry, I got a bit inspired…Er its kind of coming out as an office romance… I don’t know, don’t mind me and this experiment
( ... )
It Was Tuesday - Part 1b
anonymous
November 20 2009, 06:47:20 UTC
“Good morning~ How can I-”
“Who the hell is in charge of all of this!?” Arthur instantly bellowed, gesticulating to the chaos of filing and backlog which filled the room around him.
Francis Bonnefoy, Human Resources Director extraordinaire, took a poignant moment to survey the disarray and the CEO’s harried (well more than usual, anyway) appearance. A hand went to the Frenchman’s artistically stubble covered chin as he tutted in reply.
“Mon dieu… Well, the old office manager quit a week ago. They were quite adamant about it- ah. Anyway, there was a memo delivered to you I’m sure~…”
A memo. A bleeding memo in this forest of paper? Arthur was certain he’d never seen the thing. In any case, it hardly mattered at the moment. The young executive felt like pulling out his hair in frustration.
“All right. Smashing. Then hire someone. At once.” Honestly did he have to do everyone else’s job around here too
( ... )
It Was Tuesday - Part 1c
anonymous
November 20 2009, 06:50:10 UTC
Bonnefoy waved a hand. “Practically fresh out of school that one, but he had a certain… détermination about him. Strong in science and finance. Besides,” Francis wiggled his shoulders and then pushed himself into a standing position. “He’s easy on the eyes as well, no
( ... )
It Was Tuesday - Part 1d
anonymous
November 20 2009, 06:52:23 UTC
Jones just raised an eyebrow before smiling a mysterious little smile that had Arthur looking back over his shoulder in suspicion as he entered his personal office.
The CEO slammed the door and from inside, his peevish voice drifted through to Alfred’s ears. “Now do your job and organize those damned papers!”
*
It was nearing lunch time when the boss emerged from the lacquered mahogany door, the caffeine fix from his morning cup of tea having started to wear off.
Arthur gaped at the presently tidy surfaces which had just a little while ago been his major source of woe. He looked at his new assistant dubiously. “You can’t have finished already.”
Alfred smiled smugly from his chair and stopped biting on the end of his pen to gesture with it. “Sure, it was nothing. I started a slightly new system though. Your old one was like something out of the 50sArthur’s chin jutted out at that evaluation, brows furrowing as he hastened to find something wrong with this so-acclaimed new system
( ... )
Re: It Was Tuesday - Part 1d
anonymous
November 20 2009, 07:42:49 UTC
This not!OP is a US/UK fan and is beside herself with glee at the awesomeness of this fill. I wasn't expecting Alfred to do such a great job instead of screwing it up, but that makes it all the more interesting as Arthur now can't just yell at him for lousy organization...although I'm sure that Alfred will still be able to give Arthur plenty of headaches.
And headache-curing sex. That will come up later, won't it?
Re: It Was Tuesday - Part 1d
anonymous
November 20 2009, 10:40:00 UTC
This...oh my gods...this! I love this! Boss/Secretary/Assistant fics are a long time kink of mine and this hit ALL the right buttons. I love grouchy Arthur, the implied VERY long revolving line of assistants, the image of Francis as HR guy, Matthew being able to pull invisible acts to get out of being yelled and Alfred...he's fabulous and I adore that you've allowed him to be competent at his job, really love that.
Re: It Was Tuesday - Part 1d
anonymous
November 20 2009, 11:07:14 UTC
This not!OP and US/UK fanlol I am a sheep is squeeing over this fill! You have me hooked and I am eagerly awaiting more~ lol at the Superman references xD
Re: It Was Tuesday - Part 1d
anonymous
November 25 2009, 16:39:26 UTC
I usually don't like Hetalia AUs, but this is wonderful. The characters are written so well, it's hard not to enjoy it. (France made me giggle a lot XD) Plus, I quite enjoy UK/US but it's hard to find fics that really nail their relationship. England's so grumpy and impatient, while America is cheeky and cute... I can't wait to read what happens next. Please write more :)
It Was Tuesday - Part 2a
anonymous
November 29 2009, 04:02:55 UTC
A/N: Thanks for the patience! Sorry about the super long wait; I have many other projects going at the same time. and yus there will be office sex, that’s why I skulled this prompt D:
It was Wednesday, and day timer and briefcase in hand, the Heta Corporation CEO tried to make a beeline for his door.
“Morning, Arthur.”
Foiled. The boss looked over crossly at the young American man who was tilting his chair heavily onto two of its wheels, leaning out of the side of his desk with an expectant smile.
Arthur’s mouth turned down in displeasure at the poor sitting habit, and deemed it appropriate to voice what he was feeling just then.
“I’ll fire you before the week is through.”
Alfred laughed with genuine humor and clucked his tongue, eyes visibly curved in amusement over the top of his glasses. “And people say you can’t make a joke.”
Who says…? The boss almost asked, but frowned instead. There was no point - the grapevine at this place practically ran with a high-speed connection
( ... )
It Was Tuesday - Part 2b
anonymous
November 29 2009, 04:04:48 UTC
The report was slapped into the CEO’s proffered palm (in a chuffed manner, really), and Alfred clasped his hands behind his back to wait, his head tilted to the side with a smile.
Arthur sighed to himself and rubbed his forehead as he looked over the numbers. It was good, if not excellent work, again. Honestly, it shouldn’t have been possible to get exasperated over good results, but Mr. Kirkland was a special man
( ... )
Specifically, England is the head of a big corporation (empire, yo). Who's the person he's closest to? America. Who annoys him daily.
Anon can give America any job they choose. Co-worker and fellow executive? Personal assistant (Anyone else imagine America as the male equivalent of the bombshell secretary in the tight skirt and low cut shirt who sits on the boss's desk, and can be really chatty and catty but is actually on top of everything)? Either way, no one can understand why he keeps America around when it seems like England will blow a gasket at least once a day.
...Well, it's because at least the sex is fantastic.
I would love for a nice mix of comedy, tension, and sex, plz. Definitely looking for smut. And at least one argument over coffee. England/America in that order.
Can include other nations in "business" and their co-workers or assistants as well. Other pairings or triangles (even with England and/or America) so long as it ends England/America.
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“Who the hell is in charge of all of this!?” Arthur instantly bellowed, gesticulating to the chaos of filing and backlog which filled the room around him.
Francis Bonnefoy, Human Resources Director extraordinaire, took a poignant moment to survey the disarray and the CEO’s harried (well more than usual, anyway) appearance. A hand went to the Frenchman’s artistically stubble covered chin as he tutted in reply.
“Mon dieu… Well, the old office manager quit a week ago. They were quite adamant about it- ah. Anyway, there was a memo delivered to you I’m sure~…”
A memo. A bleeding memo in this forest of paper? Arthur was certain he’d never seen the thing. In any case, it hardly mattered at the moment. The young executive felt like pulling out his hair in frustration.
“All right. Smashing. Then hire someone. At once.” Honestly did he have to do everyone else’s job around here too ( ... )
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The CEO slammed the door and from inside, his peevish voice drifted through to Alfred’s ears. “Now do your job and organize those damned papers!”
*
It was nearing lunch time when the boss emerged from the lacquered mahogany door, the caffeine fix from his morning cup of tea having started to wear off.
Arthur gaped at the presently tidy surfaces which had just a little while ago been his major source of woe. He looked at his new assistant dubiously. “You can’t have finished already.”
Alfred smiled smugly from his chair and stopped biting on the end of his pen to gesture with it. “Sure, it was nothing. I started a slightly new system though. Your old one was like something out of the 50sArthur’s chin jutted out at that evaluation, brows furrowing as he hastened to find something wrong with this so-acclaimed new system ( ... )
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And headache-curing sex. That will come up later, won't it?
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Ah...so...more please?
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You are so dead on with their characterization, anon!! Gosh, this is gonna be soo good. Office smut is always a plus in my book. Please update soon!
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tldr; f5
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Want to read more, definitely!
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It was Wednesday, and day timer and briefcase in hand, the Heta Corporation CEO tried to make a beeline for his door.
“Morning, Arthur.”
Foiled. The boss looked over crossly at the young American man who was tilting his chair heavily onto two of its wheels, leaning out of the side of his desk with an expectant smile.
Arthur’s mouth turned down in displeasure at the poor sitting habit, and deemed it appropriate to voice what he was feeling just then.
“I’ll fire you before the week is through.”
Alfred laughed with genuine humor and clucked his tongue, eyes visibly curved in amusement over the top of his glasses. “And people say you can’t make a joke.”
Who says…? The boss almost asked, but frowned instead. There was no point - the grapevine at this place practically ran with a high-speed connection ( ... )
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Arthur sighed to himself and rubbed his forehead as he looked over the numbers. It was good, if not excellent work, again. Honestly, it shouldn’t have been possible to get exasperated over good results, but Mr. Kirkland was a special man ( ... )
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