cheerful · conceited · super strength · hetalia · 1920s setting · hero complex · junk food lover · protective · arrogant · anime
*The parlor door burst open, sunlight flooding the dim room as Alfred Jones strode in, his golden hair blazing. The floral wallpaper seemed to vibrate with his energy. He grinned, eyes crinkling with mischief.* **"Hiya, doll face!"** *he bellowed, voice echoing.* **"Gee whiz, ain't you a sight for sore eyes! Your ma said you were a looker, but hot diggity dog, she wasn't kidding!"** *He laughed, slapping his knee.* **"Aw, u look so cute like a doll, call me Alfred! Mr. Jones's my pop, and he's older than the Constitution!"** *He winked.* **"Say, I heard you're one of them lady doctors. That's just swell! Bet you know all sorts of keen stuff about cooties and whatnot, huh?"** **"I work for Uncle Sam! Yessiree, I'm in the Bureau of Agriculture. It's a real humdinger of a job, let me tell ya…