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Hetalia kink meme part 27

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This Author anon would like to apologise for the delay! I hope this is kind of what you had in mind; I warn you now though that I don't really do short stories, so expect this to go for a little bit.

It's All About The Delivery (1a/?)

The newly sworn in Prime Minister of Canada was finally, blissfully, alone. Ever since he found out that his party had won the election, thereby meaning that he had won the election, he'd been constantly surrounded by people. For the most part it was fellow party members and the press but on the odd chances he'd had to escape those it was then the time of family or friends or whoever the hell who claimed to know him from somewhere and sometime wishing him well and treating him to drinks and food.

Not that he minded the latter ones, of course. But he'd become so swept up in the predictable euphoria and action that what had just happened hadn't quite sunken in yet. He had won the general election. He'd won. He was Prime Minister; the guy in control, the one in the big chair.

Leaning against the wall in his office he let out a shaky breath and ran a trembling hand through his hair, allowing a smile of disbelief to show for the first time. The front of confidence and professionalism he'd been wearing for the past few days which a politician needed to have slipped so dramatically that he honestly felt as though he could start jumping about the room and cheering with his huge child-like grin plastered on his face.

But, he restrained himself to a small mini fist-pump before patting his cheeks, just to make sure he still wasn't dreaming, and then crossing the room to the desk in the centre.

'This is my chair.' He said to himself, quietly, with a big smile that he finally managed to smooth down into a politician's smirk. He eased himself into the chair, flicked his wrists to pull his sleeves up and drew himself to the desk before clasping his hands together and resting them on the wood, bouncing them slightly. 'I am the Prime Minister of Canada.'

Shaking his head with a chuckle, he reached forwards and fiddled with the expensive pen holder in front of him, filled with pens that had signed laws, written treaties and God knows what else. 'I wonder how long it'll take for saying that to get old.'

'Oh, usually it lasts about a few weeks.'

The newly instated PM gave a very undignified squawk and jerked his hands in surprise, fumbling with the pen holder to stop it toppling to the floor. Snapping his head in the direction of the voice, he found a young man with blond hair and glasses awkwardly stood to the right in the middle of the room, a patient smile on his face.

'Wh- who ar-, how long have you been here?'

The young man waved his hand, as if dismissing what he'd said. 'Oh don't worry, everyone does that. I'm quite quiet when I want to be. But your happiness is nothing to be ashamed of, eh? It's a big deal to win the election!'

The PM blinked. Finally, his brain caught up with him and he drew himself upright in his chair., clasping his hands together. 'I would like you to tell me who you are and what you are doing in my office.' Distantly he could hear himself say my office and catalogued the moment to memory to think about more later.

'Oh!' The young man shook himself and stepped forward, hand outstretched. 'So sorry, it completely slipped my mind.'

Rising quickly the PM got out from behind the desk and met him, shaking his hand cautiously.

'My name is Matthew Williams, usually, and I work closely with-'

'Ah yes!' The PM interrupted, appraising him, 'I've seen you around here before, you're like the aide to the PM, aren't you?'

'We- well yes, I suppose but you se-'

'You're rather younger than I was expecting, I must say! What, early twenties?'

'Ah, no, I mean, kind of, but-'

'Good to meet you Mr Williams! It would have been nice to have been introduced to you more formally; I hope you don't make a habit of walking in here without knocking.' The PM cautioned. If they were going to be working closely together then some ground rules should be laid out now, before this sort of thing continued.

Mr Williams frowned slightly, 'I did knock, but you see, I'm not really your aide.' He drew himself up straighter and the PM could now see that he was actually rather tall, a good half foot taller than himself.

'I'm afraid I don't have as much practise of doing this as some of the others, there's only been 29 of you, you see, and most of those knew Arthur before me so it didn't really count because they understood the concept already, so I apologise for the delivery but,' He broke off and took a deep breath before fixing the PM with an oddly serious look for such a young man, 'I'm the physical representative of the nation of Canada; pleased to make your acquaintance.'

For a few very painful seconds, no one said anything. The longer the silence went on the thicker it became and the more uncomfortable Mr Williams looked, his mouth pursed tighter and his eyebrow twitched but he determinedly did not break eye contact.

Eventually, the PM spared him and broke first, looking quickly about the room for cameras. They wouldn't try to do something like this for the TV on his first official day, surely? Why him, why was social media now such an influence? How long had people been watching him, did they see the fist-pump, oh God.

Seeing nothing that looked anything like a camera or a microphone (though he knew from his teenage son that nowadays this hardly mattered), he slowly turned back to Mr Williams, who was watching him worriedly. 'Erm Mr, Williams, was it?' The young man nodded with a jerky bob of his head. 'I uh, I don't really see the joke, I'm afraid.'

Mr Williams opened his mouth to say something, but quickly shut it again, looking very unsure of himself. He then took a breath, and looked back up before holding the PM's gaze unflinchingly. 'I am the avatar, personification, or human representative of this nation.' Despite the slight quaver in his voice, there was a steely tone behind it, something that spoke of strength and conviction. 'I am the land, the people and the culture. I am the economy, the industry and the history of this country; I am the soul of the people of Canada from British Columbia to Nova Scotia.'

Again, a silence fell between them, heavy and awkward. The PM didn't really know how to handle this, if he were honest; the man in front of him looked deadly serious and was watching him carefully, waiting for a reaction.

Taking a deep breath in through his nose, the PM released it quickly and nodded. 'Okay. Okay. So.'
He clapped his hands together loudly and Mr Williams started a little at the unexpected noise. 'I have a lot of work to do, Mr Williams.' He looked at the young man and raised his eyebrows. 'I trust that you'll let me know if anything comes up?'

The other man's shoulders sank, making him look as though he had deflated slightly, but he nodded despondently. 'Of course... I'll be just outside, in the office on the left.'

The PM nodded at him and turned to sit back behind the desk, thus dismissing the young man from the room.

Taking the hint, Mr Williams turned and walked to the door but stopped, hand on the doorknob. He looked back and opened his mouth as if to say something else, but when he noticed that the PM wasn't paying attention he shut it again with a snap and left the room noiselessly.

Aaaaaaaaaahh ;; you have no idea how happy I was to see this! It was well worth the wait :D

Oh man, poor Canada! I think it's really cool that you chose him for this prompt. He's usually a really mild and non-confrontational guy, so it'll be very interesting to see how he tackles this problem!

Also:

"The newly instated PM gave a very undignified squawk and jerked his hands in surprise, fumbling with the pen holder to stop it toppling to the floor."

... oh this is gonna be GOOD. ~~Mr. Trudeau has his work cut out for him~~

In any case, thank you so much for filling this! I'm so excited for the next part!

I don't actually have any specific politicians or people in mind for this, I'm afraid, so feel free to think of whomever you want for the roles. I'll just be calling Canada's boss PM or Prime Minister to keep this easy. Hope you enjoy!

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After the aide had left the room, the PM finally released the breath he'd been holding and slumped back in his chair. Well that was... well now that just wouldn't do.

Furrowing his brow, he twisted in his chair to stare out of the window and gaze upon the parts of Ottawa that he could see from Parliament Hill before swinging his gaze across the river to Gatineau, Quebec. Although he knew he was probably being a bit harsh, the young aide would have to go; he was obviously far too young and immature to be involved in this sort of work and if he wasn't joking, if he did really believe, then-

The PM shook his head. No, there was no way the aide could actually truly believe that he represented Canada, of all things. For one, he would never had got the job in the first place, the mental fortitude needed in this line of work was paramount and the PM couldn't see his predecessor hiring the boy if he wasn't mentally capable. So then, this was either a recent delusion (which seemed very unlikely) or a joke on his behalf. Either way, he didn't appreciate that kind of behaviour, he could take a joke certainly but there was a time and a place and moreover a topic and Mr Williams had failed in all regards for this to be acceptable, especially for when meeting your new employer.

He was so young... The PM crossed his arms and drummed his fingers on his forearm. Come to think of it, he'd seen Mr Williams about for quite a few years now, ever since he began running his particular party which was three years ago at least; just how old was this boy? He must be good at what he did, he conceded to himself, to get a job this high up that young. Sadly, however, the PM knew it wasn't going to work, he had an aide already and liked the way he run things so finding Mr William's replacement wasn't going to be too difficult, but the way about this issue would be uncomfortable, to say the least. It was normal to shuffle your cabinet about when you took charge, but dismissing the other members of staff was a bit different; could he change the cleaning staff, for example? He might be the leader of the country, but he didn't think that made him the be all and end all of the power pyramid.

Still, Mr Williams was his aide and thus was beholden to him, surely the decision to hire or fire a personal assistant would be his decision alone. Feeling a little bit better about the whole situation, the PM pulled open a draw, found the official paperwork he needed to look over before meeting the Royal Family in London in a few weeks, some more for the other party leaders meeting in a few days' time, and got to work.

(Not before giving the room a quick check for cameras and microphones, of course.)

…....................

Before he went home that evening, the PM went to chase up the head of HR.

He had been studiously avoiding Mr Williams all day who, despite not actively coming to talk to him or coming into his office, had been hovering about his peripheral vision ever since their little chat earlier on, talking to the secretary, talking to the deputy PM, running paperwork back and forth and generally making himself known.

Despite wondering what on earth he was working on, considering he himself had given him no work, the PM tried to pay him no mind and had resolutely pushed his little issue from his mind until he got the chance to talk to their Human Resources department. Slipping out of his office and across the foyer, he made his way to the HR section of the building, keeping an eye out for wayward young aides as he went.

As he approached, the young secretary smiled brightly and stood up to shake his hand. 'Ah, Prime Minister! It's so good to meet you, my name is Étienne.'

The PM smiled and went through the necessary social obligations, biding his time patiently before cutting to the chase, but not before taking note of the man's accent and switching to French. 'Is Mrs Andrews available to speak with me? She is the one in charge of this department and all employees, is she not?'

Étienne nodded and said sheepishly, 'Yes, that she is. Usually you do have to let her know that you plan on speaking with her though, she's usually pretty busy.'

The PM winced. 'I feared as much.' He gave a low chuckle and shot Étienne an apologetic smile. 'I hope she can forgive me, I'm not quite up to date with how this particular floor works.'

Étienne frowned. 'Oh that's odd, has Mr Williams not briefed you properly yet? He's usually quite good at that.'

The PM rubbed the back of his neck with one hand. 'I've er- I've not really had much time with Mr Williams. I'm sure I can catch him tomorrow.'

Étienne shook his head in confusion. 'No, that's so out of character for him. He said he was going to-' Suddenly his eyes whipped to the PM's. 'He did... he did tell you, didn't he?'

'Tell me what?'

'You know,' Étienne's dropped his voice to a whisper, 'that's he's Canada?'

For a third time that strange, confusing day, the PM was held in a very heavy, stunned silence with a guy he had only just met. This time, however, he swiftly broke his way free by coughing once into his fist. 'I'm sorry?'

Étienne looked rather panicked. 'Oh God, oh no, he hasn't told you has he; wait here while I call him over, if you would please just give me a minute-'

'Wait, wait, hold on a second.'

Étienne paused in the middle of punching numbers into the phone by his elbow on his desk to look at him, stricken.

'He uh, well he did. Tell me, that is.'

Étienne slumped with relief into his chair. 'Oh thank God. He's not usually easy to rile up, you know, but I bet he wouldn't have been happy with me if I had told you instead, I mean-.'

'Étienne, can you please let Mrs Andrews know that I am waiting to speak to her.' The PM cut him off, no longer feeling impolite by doing so. He was starting to get the feeling that this entire floor was a run a little bit more informally than he was used to, which he was generally, okay with but when trying to get things done he could foresee this becoming a problem.

Catching himself at the curt tone, Étienne nodded and did so, mumbling to himself still relieved. Holding the phone to his ear, he avoided the PM's gaze as he waited. After a few seconds he glanced up and looked to him apologetically. 'I'm very sorry Prime Minister, it seems as though she's already gone home. But, I'll pencil you in first thing tomorrow, if you're free?'

The PM tutted in irritation. 'I don't know, I forgot to check.' He cupped his chin in his thumb and forefinger and tapped it thoughtfully. 'Just put me down anyway, if I'm not I can let you know.'

Étienne did as he was instructed and, once that was seen to, the PM made his way back to his office in slightly better spirits than a few minutes ago. It was a joke then, a whole floor sized joke that everyone was in on except him. Well fine, okay, he should have expected this, really. After all, he'd played some 'haze the new guy' pranks himself and he must admit that the level of seriousness people were putting into this was admirable. Étienne hadn't let anything slip, even for a moment, and nor had Mr Williams. Closing the door to his office he sighed. Maybe he was being too harsh, Mr Williams was just a young man at the end of the day, he was probably having a bit of fun and trying to see what the limits with his new boss were. Or, perhaps the old PM had encouraged that sort of informality and behaviour; it was wrong to judge the boy so harshly about a joke when he hadn't actually done anything wrong. Especially as he wasn't the only one doing it; for all he knew, Mr Williams could have been forced to accept the role of 'Canada' but wasn't actually the joke master himself. Étienne did seem a bit mischievous and Mr Williams had seemed very uncomfortable with his declaration earlier. All of a sudden, the PM felt an odd sort of protectiveness curl its way into his belly at the thought of Mr Williams being taken advantage of and made a vow to himself to act a bit nicer to the boy come tomorrow.

Making his way over to his desk, he caught sight of his diary open and filled in on his desk with a detailed itinerary of all his upcoming events for tomorrow and the coming week. There was also a stack of paperwork he needed to look over, as well as whom it was from and a brief summary of what it was. Mr Williams had signed his name underneath and the PM smiled fondly at the sight. There we go, the boy obviously knew what he was doing; if the PM felt that their personalities were a match, he could stay and the PM's old aide would be informed of the change with enough time to allow them to find something new.
Picking up the phone, the PM called Étienne and cancelled his meeting with the head of HR.

….................

The next morning, thank to the diary Mr Williams had filled in for him, the PM knew that he had a meeting with the other party leaders at noon and then at three pm there was a cabinet meeting where he'd need to talk to and designate or keep the main roles of government. Oddly enough, until the noon meeting he was blissfully free.

Despite this, the PM dutifully arrived at 8am and found Mr Williams waiting for him, once more inside his office.

Deciding to overlook this slight of politeness on his aide's part, he greeted him cordially. 'Mr Williams, I trust you had a good evening?'

The young man smiled. 'I did, thank you, I hope you did too.'

Obligatory politeness over and done with the PM stared at Mr Williams, questioningly. 'Is there something I can help you with?'

Mr Williams brightened. 'Yes, I'd like you to take a look at these documents, if you wouldn't mind.'

He held a hand outstretch which contained a beige looking file; stained with age and slightly dog-eared it was clearly old but otherwise innocuous. Taking it carefully, the PM flipped it open and skim read a few lines before looking back up at the man in front of him,

'Mr Williams, this is-'

'Please,' Mr Williams held up a hand and smiled gently, 'call me Canada. It's only polite, you see, now that you know.'

The PM frowned. 'Mr Williams, that is this supposed to be?'

Apart from drawing his mouth together tighter, as if in irritation or frustration, Mr William's kind expression didn't change. 'It is the official document containing all you need to know about my ah...existence. Only official information, of course. Nothing personal.'

The PM's eyes flicked back to the file in his hand. It contained documents of heavy looking, sometimes handwritten, texts detailing the history and classification of the 'physical national spirit', also known as Matthew Williams, and information about his job role within and relating to the government. There were numerous old photos tucked between fragile feeling pages of Mr Williams alone, and some with other people, staring out at him from within the fading sepia tones. In some, he was dressed in historical dress of the late 1800s and in other, more sleek, coloured, and modern ones, the young man before him was dressed in suits or jeans, with a smile or a frown.

Picking out a photo of what seemed to be Mr Williams dressed in a WWII uniform and leaning against an old jeep, the PM looked back up and narrowed his eyes. 'Mr Williams, what is this?'

Williams raised his eyebrow, looking unsure. 'It's proof, if you want to look at it that way. Of, uh- well, me.'

'… Proof.'

Williams nodded. 'Yes, that I'm Canada. But don't worry though!' he suddenly interjected, 'you're not the only one who's had trouble. This is just like a helpful guide that everyone needs to read anyway, but if you have trouble believing then this sometimes helps.'

'Mr Williams-'

'Canada, please. But I'll leave you to have a good read through that, if you have any questions once you're don-'

'Mr Williams, do you really expect me to believe that you are a country.' The PM cut him off in a voice that brokered no argument. 'Do you really think that I would read this,' he shut the folder and flapped it gingerly to make his point, 'and suddenly agree to the delusion that you're actually 150 years old?'

'I'm in my three hundreds, at least, actually, because I was about when France first-'

'Mr Williams, I am going to put a stop to you right there and tell you right now- I'm not going to fall for this.'

Williams blinked owlishly behind his large glasses. 'Um...'

'I must commend you,' the PM continued, 'these Photoshops are very good, truly, and I must admit to having no idea how you've managed to age these papers so well, but I must inform you that I have a 15 year old son and tricks like this are not going to work on me.'

Williams made a weak attempt to take the file from him, but the PM brought it back down to rest by his side. 'Now that I've called you out on your little trick, I would appreciate it if you could give it up and get back to some serious work; don't worry, I'll talk to Étienne as well. If you have enough time to produce these of such a high calibre,' he waved the folder again and Mr Williams watched its path with fearful eyes, 'then I expect the same quality into the work needed to be done here. Are we understood?'

Taking his eyes reluctantly off the folder in his hands, Williams looked up at him and worried his lip. 'I'm afraid that this is no joke, Sir.'

'Excuse me?'

'I said,' once again, Mr Williams drew himself up to his full height and fixed the PM with a gaze too serious and aged for his years, 'that this is no joke. I am your nation, the nation of Canada, and in your hands you hold real, official documentation about me and my role here with you.'

Thrusting the folder forward into Mr Williams' chest, the PM said coldly, 'Thank you Mr Williams, that will be all for today.'

Tenderly cradling the folder away from his chest and into his arms, Mr Williams looked up at him disappointedly. 'Mr Prime Minister-'

'Mr Williams, that will be all.' With that, the PM turned around and faced the window. He didn't turn back around until he heard the click of the door which told him that the young man had left.
…...

Author!Anon is sadly not Canadian and has no idea how the Canadian parliament works, nor how it's laid out, other than what I could gleam from Google. To make it easier, I've put the PM's office and the main hub of 'people who know' on the same floor, though this is probably all wrong. If there are any Canadians lurking about who can help me make this more accurate, I would love to be corrected!

I hope you enjoyed this instalment, OP :

I honestly don't think I can't enjoy this, Anon. You're writing too well!

Am unfortunately not Canadian either I'm afraid, so hopefully someone who is also reads this.

When it said the PM felt oddly protective of Matthew I audibly aww'd. How cute :') Since he already seems to have had enough with the "prank", I'm sure their relationship will get even more awkward/complicated as "it" goes on. Not to mention those poor parliament building staff members who are in the know... ooohhhh booyy. Godspeed, PM and Canada. Godspeed.

I am so glad that I found this. I am not Canadian either, but I have thoroughly enjoyed this first bit, and I anticipate reading more. After this introduction with his new boss, he could certainly use one. He's used to people not noticing him, but outright denying his existence and his reality will surely take its toll. I just want to give poor Canada a hug!

Thank you so much for the kind words! I'm very glad that you're enjoying it OP (And others!?), this is my first ever fill so I'm very focused on doing it right. More hijinks will occur soon but I'm off on holiday this weekend and thus the update will be a bit later in coming than I wanted. I'm going to continue this soon though, don't worry!

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