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thinking about roommate Tomura with a sleeper build and you don't really think about it until you ask him to help you bring in the groceries because they're heavy, and he lifts a large, heavy box onto his shoulder like it's nothing and you see his arm flex under his t-shirt and and and
no one cares about my wttt/hetalia crossover fic but I am incapable of not spoiling my own shit so what i have so far is under the cut if anyone wants
Alfred yawned, blinking the sleep from his eyes. He looked around, still adjusting to the new light. Between the cheap faux-leather chair, the large round table, and the fluorescent lights swinging slightly above; great, he had fallen asleep in a meeting again. He couldn’t recall for the life of him what meeting, but he half expected Ludwig or Arthur to appear, scolding him for falling asleep again.
The light turned off for a moment, but quickly flicked back on; “I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize someone was still in here”
Alfred looked to the doorway, a man stood there. He wore a navy blue suit, and light blue tie, his hair and beard were dark and a bit long but neatly trimmed, Alfred took the US flag lapel pin to mean he was government… he swore he had never seen him before though, and Alfred knew everyone.
“Gov, I need to talk to you about–oh hello.” Another man came up behind the first, his shirt and tie were both loud, and looked like something a man fifty years older than he looked would wear, more importantly though was the white coat. What was a doctor doing here?
“Hi” Alfred said, offering an awkward smile, “I fell asleep, think the meeting that was in this room ended without me. Who was in here last?”
The two men looked between each other, a new air of nervousness permeating the room. “We were, but you weren’t here…” the dark haired man opened a file flipping through it, clearly looking for some hint of who Alfred was.
“You might have just missed him, there were more states than usual in the meeting today” the doctor (?) commented.
The other nodded carefully, weighing the possibility; “I’m sorry, who are you?” he looked over Alfred, his focus shifting to the flight jacket, “Are you Air Force? Did we arrange for you to come today?”
“Air force…?” Alfred got up waving his hands, in a negative way, as he crossed the room “No, let me restart.” He held his hand out for a handshake, the dark haired man taking it hesitantly, “I’m Alfred F. Jones, The United States of America”
The two men glanced between each other, then broke out laughing, “Very funny,” the dark haired one commented, accepting hand sanitizer from the other without even thinking about it. “Civilians really aren’t supposed to be in here, but since one of the states set you up to this don’t worry about it. Exit is at the end of the hall.”
He didn’t budge from where he was standing, “A. I’m not a civilian, B. No one put me up to anything, C. Haven’t told me who you two are.”
“I’m the Federal Government, this is Center for Disease Control”
The other pointed to the other them himself, “Gov and CDC for short”
“Yeah no, you two are the ones pulling my leg, I’m both of those things.” he stopped looking into the distance for a moment, “Actually, I know I’m one of those things, never really asked about federal agencies…”
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How I feel rn:
I NEEEDDD HIM, NOW
