Nya everyone! New story! XDD I know! You guys are prob. screaming 'God WHYYYYYY!? YOU HARDLY UPDATE YOUR CURRENT ONES!' but sorry! Couldn't help it! I'm back working at Hollisters more often again, so I thought it would be amusing if I could imagine Al and Ivan and the rest of APH's gang working there along with me XD

Now I'm off to work (at Hollisters X3)

Enjoy!

Summary- Hey, What's up? Welcome to the Pier! Alfred now works part-time at Hollisters. You know, that dark, music-pounding store? Yea, better watch yourself, there are some real creepy people working here.

Chapter One- I got the Job!

"Mr. Jones?"

"Yep! That's me!"

"Ah. Hello! This is one of the managers, Kirkland, from Hollister. I was calling to ask if you still wanted to become an impact member?"

"Fu-heck yes! Why? Did I get the job?"

"Yes you did. When would you be able to come in so I can go over a few things?"

"Tommorow is peachy! That okay for you?"

"Yes. I will see you then."

Alfred F. Jones hung up and smiled brightly. He started to hum a little tune. See? His mom was wrong! He could get a job somewhere! Currently in his first year of community-college (debating if he should drop out and become an air pilot in the army), Alfred was juggeling five classes, and a range of subjects. He wasn't sure if college was for him, but was willing to give it a try.

"Who was that sweetie?"

Alfred turned around quickly to see his mom, Amelia, come out from the kitchen. She was pretty young still, only in her mid-thirties, since she had Alfred when she was seventeen. She had shoulder-length blonde hair as bright as his own, and dark blue eyes. Alfred's eyes were the color of the sky. He supposed he got it from his dad, but he wasn't sure since he dissapeared a few years after he was born.

"It was Hollister calling back." Alfred grinned, placing his hands on his hips. "Guess who got a job!"

"Really now?" His mom gave a small frown then smiled. "Let's see if you can keep it, though."

"How rude! Of course I can!"

"We shall see, Alfred."

Alfred rolled his eyes and walked past his mom, heading to his room. He almost made it.

"Sweetie?"

Alfred cringed and froze. That voice. It was his mom's sugary-sweet 'I did something you might not like, but I hope you behave like the young adult you are' voice. Alfred sighed and turned around.

"Yessss?"

His mom had a light blush on her cheeks and looked down. Not good.

"I uh....invited someone to dinner tommorow night."

Alfred raised an eyebrow. "A dude?"

"A man!" His mom snapped, eyes narrowing.

"Who is it this time?" Alfred groaned.

"His name is Roderich Kuch. He is very polite, and he even knows how to play the piano! Oh he's so dreamy Alfred! Just yesterday, he-"

"Ewww! Mom! I don't wanna hear your gushy romance crap!" Alfred laughed out, covering his ears.

"Fine. Just be here on time."

"What if I work?"

"Then tell them you cant."

"Really? I just got the job!"

"Want mommy to tell for you?" Amelia flashed a creepy grin.

"No thank you! I will then." Alfred backed up, heading towards the staircase. "Well I'm off to listen to loud music and call my best friend. Have fun watching HGTV or whatever channel you are obsessed with right now."

He turned and bolted. He heard his mom stamp her foot and give a huff. "It's the History channel right now!" She called out, just as he reached the top of the stairs. He hurried down the hallway and rushed into his room.

"Gragh. Finally. If I had stayed any longer, she would have pestered me forever!"

Alfred flopped on his bed and reached out to grab his awesome red phone he got last summer for his birthday (Which happened to be the fouth of July! How fucking awesome is that?). In high school, Alfred used to really be into history. And not just any history, but American history. His favorite event? The Cold War! Hence, the red phone.

"Hey Kiku! What's up man?"

Kiku Honda was Alfred's best friend. They have two college classes together, history and art, which they spend ninety-eight percnt of the time talking to each other about the latest games from Japan.

"Nothing much Al. Did you get the job? They were supposed to call back today, right?"

"Yes! I got it! I'm so happy! Now I can make my own money!"

"Congrats Al! Mabey you will make some new friends among your co-workers?"

"I don't know. The person who called back sounded kinda....prissy or something. And he was one of the managers."

"Oh dear. Well, I do hope you try to get along, anyways."

"Come on Kiku! This is me we are talking about!"

Kiku sighed. "That's why I said that."

Alfred chuckled and then asked Kiku how he Sunday went. They chatted for an hour and a half before Kiku had to go. After Alfred hung up, he flipped over on his stomach and flipped on the tv. His eyes slowly started to droop, and the next minute he was out like a light.

"Alfred!"

Alfred mumbled something and snuggled under his covers.

"Oh for petes sake! Alfred!"

Alfred was jolted awake when someone yanked his bedsheets off of him completly. He gave a whine and tried blindly to find them.

"When are you supposed to be at the mall, young man?"

Alfred shot his eyes open and jumped up. "Holy shiii-take!" He cried out, saving himself from getting hit for saying a cussword. He glanced over at his old Superman clock and his eyes bugged out when he realized it was already one in the afternoon.

"Crap! Crap! Craaaaaappp!" Alfred flew out of bed and hurried over to his closet. He froze and turned around. "Do you mind?"

Amelia held up her hands and walked out of his room. Thankfully, Alfred wasn't an idiot and schedualed Monday classes. It was his free day. A day to relax. Today also was a 'get your ass to work before you get fired already' day. The prissy guy didn't give him a specific time to be there, but he wasn't going to go in at night.

Alfred quickly changed into his favorite red tee-shirt and a pair of tight ripped blue jeans (What? He totally had the legs to pull that girl skinny-jean shit off!), and pratically jumped down the stairs, racing past his mom who called out after him asking when he would be back home. Like he knew?

Alfred got to the mall in good time, it was now two-thirty in the afternoon, and for a warm spring day, many people were out and about. He raced inside and headed straight to Hollisters. He needed to do some shopping for his mom's dinner tonight, so he hoped he would get quickly through this.

As always, the music was pounding as he entered. The song was a famous one called Tick-Tock that now caused Alfred to wince slightly. He headed over to the register and stood in line. After two people purchased their goods, Alfred eagerly went up to a grumpy looking boy with auburn-colored hair and vibrant hazel eyes.

"Yes....? How may I....help you?" He raised an eyebrow at Alfred's lack of clothing items.

"Hey there! Are you Kirkland, the manager? I was supposed to meet him today! I just got hired last night!"

The boy scrunched his eyebrows and he heard a mumbled 'Still hiring?' before he sighed and motioned for Alfred to follow him.

Alfred and the boy ahead of him twisted and weaved through the cramped dark store and finally arrived at a door at the very back. When did this get here!? The boy pushed it open and it swung gently forward. Just enough for himself. Alfred gasped out as it slammed into his foot and hobbled into the back room.

"That wasn't nice!"

The boy turned to look back. He was smirking. Jerk! He was deffiently not going to be a friend of Alfreds!

"Arthur! Hey Arthur!"

A short boy appeared from behind a huge shelf. He had messy dirty-blonde hair and piercing green eyes. His small frown seemed like he did it regulary.

"What is it now, Romano?"

"This kid here says he's a new hire. " The boy called Romano huffed, pointing his thumb back at Alfred, who in turn stuck his tongue out.

"Ah!" Arthur hopped down from a rung on the shelf (really short) and walked over to Alfred, a smile now on his face. He held out his hand. "You must be Alfred Jones, right?"

Alfred shook Arthur's hand and grinned back. "That's me! So you are Kirkland?"

Arthur nodded. "You can call me Arthur. I called you here to run over the basic stuff. After I finish, I will get Ivan to show you what you will be doing."

Alfred nodded his head to show he was listening and vaguely wondered who Ivan was.

"Right. We have a dress code here. You may only wear white, blue, or grey. Jeans is a must. Either Vans or Flip-flops. Nothing else. You come in on time and clock in at the register. Shifts for impacters are four hours or more. Usually four." Arthur ran out of breath and gave a cough before going on.

"You will be starting out doing go-backs and UCR's at first. Any questions?" Arthur gave a small warm smile.

"Uh yea....what the hecks a UCR?" Alfred tilted his head.

"Oh that. Ivan can explain better." Arthur turned his head. "Ivan! Ivan?"

"Da?" A tired voice called back from somewhere among the other shelfs that held all the clothes that would later be put out on the floor.

Alfred narrowed his eyes. Was that a.....Russian accent?

"Alfred here is a new impact hire! I need you to explain everything to him!"

"Oh joy. Just what I need, another brat."

Alfred's jaw dropped to the floor when a very tall (taller than Alfred! And that was saying something cuz he was 5'6!), pale as heck, plantinum-blonde haired, purple-eyed man emerged from a shelf row towards the back and started to walk over. He had a plain grey long-sleeved shirt on and jeans and flip-flops, but he was wearing a long red scarf. It was spring. Seventy plus degree's outside! The hell?

Ivan stopped only mere inches in front of Alfred and gave him a once-over. He raised an eyebrow and turned his head around to look at Arthur.

"It looks like it's going to be a whiner." Ivan looked back down at Alfred who was now glaring at him and gave a chuckle. "It seems none-too-bright as well."

"What the fuck!?" Alfred yelled out, then slapped a hand over his mouth and glanced fearfully at Arthur.

Arthur didn't appear angry or shocked. He was glaring at Ivan. That was something Alfred didn't expect.

"Really Ivan!? Do you have to pick a fight with every new impacter that I hire?"

Ivan's face changed into a crazed smile and he stepped towards Arthur. Arthur started to look nervous, but didn't back down.

"Then stop hiring people, da? We already have pleanty of mindless teenagers to work here."

Alfred didn't know what made him do it. It might have been because he seemed to be scaring Arthur, who seemed very nice to Alfred. Or it may have been because he was Russian, and Alfred wasn't fond of communists. Or even the basic fact that Ivan seemed like a huge asshole. But Alfred gritted his teeth, stepped in front of the much larger man, and punched him straight in the jaw.

Ivan stumbled back and slowly brought a hand to his cheek which now looked slightly red. Arthur's mouth fell open and he stared at Alfred in horror.

"I don't know what stick was shoved up your ass, but you need to get over it and star-start to treat people...nicely..." Alfred spat out, but trailed off when Ivan raised his head and violet-colored eyes stared intently at the American. Alfred did not expect a smile to be the first thing to grace the Russian's face.

"Alfred, da?" Ivan's smile became wider and he let out a giggle. "I'm you're new worst nightmare."

Fuck.

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