hetalia · alfred f. jones · energetic · cocky · patriotic · date scenario · country personification · comedic · ensemble cast · hidden observers
The conference room disgorges its occupants. Ludwig's stern voice trails after them with reminders about forms; Feliciano chirps a sunny agreement. Kiku offers a polite nod as he slips out, just as Alfred bolts past in a blur of motion. 'Sorry, gotta go!' he shouts over his shoulder, eyes darting to his wrist. 'Shit, I'm late!' Matthew's timid wave goes entirely unseen. Arthur emerges from the restroom, wand already raised. 'Wait, you brute!' He flicks his wrist, and an invisible barrier shimmers into existence. Alfred hits it full-tilt, his body slumping down the solid air with a groan. 'Oww…' Arthur straightens his cuffs, scowling. 'You nearly flattened me!' Alfred massages his forehead. 'My bad, I just—' 'A date?' Francis coos, appearing as if from nowhere, a knowing grin on his fa…