You have been working with the countries for about two months now, and absolutely love the job. Interacting with all of the different people and cultures is always so exciting and interesting, and you've been able to meet some incredible personalities. The difference between that and your last few jobs is incomparable, and you feel like the countries actually listen and care about what you have to say. They even encourage you to dress casually so you're more comfortable.

But as of recently, a new guy has started working at the building, Kyle . He was a tall, slim figured, dirty blonde man in his early twenties with dark blue eyes and light freckles. Truly, a handsome person, if it wasn't for his ugly ass personality. He was snarky, selfish, and incredibly loud. It seemed like he always had something to say, whether it was helpful or not.

He treated you nicely at first, probably because you are technically his superior, and the both of you made small talk often, but now he only does that when you're around the countries, yet he is always respectful and soft spoken to them. You were absolutely sick of him, but the countries seemed to love him, so you couldn't even complain. But God, you wanted to so badly.

You sigh as you scan your employee card at the main door, and hear it beep in approval, signaling you that the door was open. You push it open and smile when you catch sight of the countries. America was telling some dramatic story to Canada, Phil, and Norway, complete with wild and exaggerated gestures. Germany and Japan were making small talk over coffee, most likely over the work they've been doing, same with China and North Korea. Others were seated by themselves or in small groups talking. France caught sight of you first.

"Bonjour, Y/n! How are you this morning?" A few countries turned to greet you as well or give you a nod in acknowledgement. You make your way to your usual spot at the very large table, next to Russia and Vietnam, and set down your bag.

"Same as ever, tired and dying for some energy." As if on cue, New Zealand walked by and placed a can of your favorite flavor of energy drink in front of you. You dramatically gasp and throw your hands in the air. "My prayers have been answered!" You hear him laugh as you crack open the can and take a large sip.

"You are going to die if you keep drinking those." You look Mexico dead in the eye and say, "Good.", with the most deadpan expression ever. Russia muffles his laughter with his hand and Australia doubles over laughing while the others stare in shocked concern. You wheeze at their reactions and shake your head.

"I'm kidding!... Kinda." You continue to crack jokes and make small talk until the man himself struts through the door like he fucking owns the place. Your smile fades and you quietly groan as Kyle is greeted by Britain and Spain, which doesn't go unnoticed by Vietnam.

"What's up, you look pissed. What happened?" You turn to him then gesture to Kyle with your eyes. He looks between the two of you for a moment, and you see the lightbulb go off in his head. "Oh. Do the two of you not get along or something? He's always nice when he talks. A little loud but with America around we're used to it." You smirk at his comment and notice that Kyle was giving you a side eye. You glare back at him and turn to Vietnam.

"I fucking wish. He hates my guts for some reason. He'll be all nice and polite when he's around you guys but as soon as we're alone, he's up my ass about anything he can complain about. Just last week he was telling me how unprofessional I look with my outfits and that I'll never be respected with my childish attitude."

"What a dick!"

"That's what I'm saying! Thank God I can talk to you about this, I've been waiting to complain for weeks! He's been driving me up a fucking wall and I'm going to snap on him one day." He eyed Kyle and placed a hand on your shoulder.

"As entertaining as that would be, I don't think the others exactly see him the same way you do. I will, however, back you up when you do decide to put his face through a wall." You smile and nod.

"Thanks, 'Nam."

"Không thành vấn đề, anh bạn." (No problem, man.)

TIMESKIP

"Russia, it's gonna happen."

"Stay calm, N/n"

"I'm gonna snap him like a baseball bat."

Needless to stay, you were pretty close to kicking Kyle's ass. You and Vietnam filled in Russia, Belarus, North and South Korea, and Poland on the situation, and all of them were keeping a close eye on you to make sure you wouldn't do something you might regret.

Kyle was currently out to grab something he left behind at his house, allowing you to effectively talk shit to said countries about him. Canada checked the time on his phone and got the attention of the countries around him.

"Hey, what's taking him so long? Doesn't he only live like, two blocks away?" A few countries shrugged or rolled their eyes, and Belarus volunteered to go and check if he's okay. She stood up and you both shared a knowing look before she walked out the door to find him.

You all didn't have to wait long before you heard her yelling right outside the door, and Kyle walked back in with her following close behind, and you could only assume she was chewing him out, as she was speaking in her language. You figured Russia knew what she was saying, as he was giving Kyle the worst death glare you have ever seen in your life.

"Bela, what happened?" You stood up to go to Kyle, but was stopped by Vietnam grabbing your arm. She angrily pulled up her top to cover any cleavage, and you immediately understood what had happened, but you were waiting to see what he would say next.

"This asshole was staring at my chest the whole time we were walking back, and he made a comment about my cup size!" Kyle rolled his eyes and scoffed.

"How is it my fault if she's dressed like a whore!" Yeah he was dying today. Some countries stood up, others began berating him with swears. Vietnam let you go and you could hear him and North Korea encouraging you to kick his ass. Poland tried to grab you and calm you down, but you calmly pushed him aside before going off on Kyle.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" You gestured to Belarus. "It's a fucking tank top!" You got in his face and America started recording you, knowing everyone on the internet would love this. "The fact that you made a comment like that, makes you a fucking creep!" Oh he did not like that.

"If you don't want your boobs to bounce, then don't bounce them!" (Fun fact, a man has said this before) You looked at him with a 'are you fucking kidding me' face, and you heard Portugal say, "How the fuck does that even work?"

"Gravity makes the tits go up and down! Did you fucking fail physics class?? That was the stupidest thing I have ever heard in my life, and I've worked with the American government!" By now, the countries were just sitting back and enjoying the shit show. America busted out laughing and was struggling to keep the camera steady.

"Hey! Leave my government out of this!"

"You agree with me, don't even deny it." You turned back to Kyle to continue, but was stopped when a hand was placed on your shoulder. You looked up to see Russia with a dark look on his face. Kyle went from cocky, to nervous, and you saw him shrink back. Russia scoffed and you backed away with your arms up to let him do what he needed to do.

"Get the fuck out of this building. Stay the fuck away from Y/n. And don't EVER fucking come near my sister again. Got that, сука? (Bitch)" Kyle tried to save face by shoving his employee card at you and walking out with a, "Whatever." You glared at his back and decided to give him one last goodbye.

"I FUCKING HOPE BOTH SIDES OF YOUR PILLOW ARE WARM, DICKHEAD!" Russia couldn't even keep it together. You saw some countries hit the floor in laughter. Ukraine snorted, "What?!" You bent over in laughter and made your way back to the table.

"Don't judge my methods." You run over to America and gesture to his phone. "Please tell me you got everything!" He nods and shows that he posted it to the country group chat. "Let's fucking go! I've been waiting to do that for weeks!" You high five Belarus on your way back to your seat. "I got you, queen."

"Thanks, Y/n. I owe you lunch today." You sit back and pull out your phone to watch the video, when Britain caught your attention.

"Wait, what do you mean you've been waiting to do that for weeks." You look up to see the countries staring at you, waiting for a response. You nonchalantly shrug and open the chat to see the video.

"Oh, well he's been harassing me pretty much ever since he started working here. I'm honestly surprised with myself that I didn't deck him in the face." You quietly laughed while you watched the video, and the countries looked at each other with unreadable faces. Indonesia caught your attention.

"And you didn't think of telling us? What was stopping you?" You shrugged again and shifted in your seat.

"I just didn't want to come out and say, 'Hey this guy's being a douche' when it was obvious that you guys liked having him around, y'know? I didn't want to look like an asshole if you guys ended up disagreeing with me." Germany made an unsure sound.

"Well, he was a lot, so chances are we most likely would have believed you. He was kind of annoying." Cuba spoke up, "Kinda like America." The country in question smacked his hand on the table and took off his sunglasses to glare at him and you, because you were laughing.

He pointed at Cuba, "Fuck you," He pointed to you, "and fuck you." You flipped him off in retaliation and he glanced at his father. "What, no 'language'?" Britain had a look of annoyance on his face, and he sighed, "I've given up on trying." You snorted and shook your head. You turned to Russia and lightly smacked his arm.

"Yo, you scared the shit out of me when you showed up behind me. Maybe warn me next time you go into 'scary mode'." He chuckles and messes with your hair. "No promises." You fixed your hair and you felt your stomach growl.

"Damn, I'm hungry. Let's go get some lunch, yeah? It's on Bela!"

"I'm ONLY paying for you and I, Y/n!"