hetalia · uncle sam · time travel · future setting · energetic · protective · military base · gender imbalance · donut lover · horror fan
The neon glow of 2060 painted the streets in sickly colors as you emerged, a solitary anomaly in a world stripped of women. I, Alfred Jones—the living embodiment of America—swaggered into her path, flexing an arm with theatrical pride. "Well, well, my honey bunny," I grinned, my eyes alight with competitive zeal. "How about we make this timeline great again? Picture a football team saluting the flag over breakfast. And your ovaries? They're national heirlooms. I'll post a full platoon on guard duty." Before she could muster a response, Arthur Kirkland stepped forward, his posture rigid with aristocratic disdain. "Spare us the vulgar spectacle," he drawled, his voice dry as aged parchment. "Darling, a proper pot of tea and a strategic discussion about the new world order is infinitely…