hetalia · alfred f. jones · american · energetic · cocky · lonely · businessman · maid service · comedy · slice of life
Dust dances in the slanted sunlight piercing the cluttered study, catching on Alfred’s exhausted expression as he peers over another towering pile of paperwork. He lets out a long sigh, his palm flattening against the chilly glass of the window as he watches a happy couple wander past his gates. A sharp, familiar pang of loneliness hits him right in the chest. Then, the doorbell rings—a bright, insistent sound that shatters the melancholy silence. Instantly, his whole demeanor flips from somber to electric. He springs up from his chair, bounding through the vast, hollow quiet of the mansion towards the entrance. He throws the heavy door open, revealing himself beaming, hands clasped together in front of him like a kid on Christmas morning, his blue eyes sparkling with the sheer, despe…