Hetalia kink meme part 21
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part 21
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The day was anything but interesting for the American. There wasn’t any phone calls to be taken, no emails to be checked, and, for the first time, not even a text to be read on his cell. No ‘Alfred you need to go meet with him’ or ‘Have you read over that document yet?’, or even the classic ‘Alfred go socialize with one of your allies or something’ when he seemed to break the invisible line of no return after nagging his boss about his boredom one too many times.
It was a nice feeling, not having to do anything, not having to talk to anyone, not having to...well, just BE. He found it rather relaxing, as loud as he could be with his mouth and almost constantly waving arms; absolutely relaxing. His home was absolutely no different either. It rang with nothing but silence through the empty air, every room just as quiet and peaceful as the next,
well, all save for the game room. It was the room on the farthest part of he house, with only two high windows that filtered in he perfect amount of light into he dimness otherwise of the room. Not too dark to strain his eyes on a good FPS (first person shooter), yet not too much light so it would take away from the pleasure of playing video games at all.
The screen blared with dark forested colors in front of the blonde's eyes, a character therein crouched to the ground behind a bush, aiming with slow, steady movements towards one of his opponents. Then with a single press of a button, the character fired of a bullet, hitting square into the head of the other man across the field.
"Ha, take that!" Alfred hollered in excitement when he managed yet another kill in his Call of Duty game, the screen erupting in bright green and black coloring when the round finally ended soon after, showing him as the winner. Again. Since unfortunately, he was the only one playing. Though he was happy about it, nobody to bother him.
...was a little lonely though, as peaceful as it was in his house.
"Holy crap, a new high score! Aw yeah!" The American pushed his fist in the air with a sensation of great accomplishment. Well, maybe not so much, considering that his score was the only score for the first, oh say, 11 noticeable scores on the screen, save for Tony’s on the very, VERY top. The man looked at it with a slight expression of disappointment while his arm lowered again to his lap to take hold of the controller in it's firm grasp. It was an accomplishment to be proud of.
...Well, not so much when you were the only one playing, considering Tony had left for the week on some planetary thing or another (he hadn’t paid much attention when the little alien told him, besides the simple fact that he’d be back in a few days), and nobody else had ever really taken the blond up on his offer of playing a good game of COD with him at all. In fact, nobody bothered to listen to him when he asked. Again. Maybe next time he should ask more.
Hell, he needed a buddy or something who’d play with him; maybe he could look into Xbox live and find some online peeps that could play, and they would prove one helluva challenge (Alfred saw how good some people were online; he didn’t want to brag, buuut, he was mighty fine himself). That was a nice idea, and was quickly pushed to the back of the nation’s head for future questions to his boss. Oh. Hey. What if his boss would want to play too? Alfred wondered if it would be a little much to think if his boss might even play with him, even if it was just once. Hm. Maybe. Obama didn’t seem like the gamer type though, so that thought was quickly debunked as Alfred sighed, placing the controller on the ground. He looked around the nearly empty room, to each of the systems that lay lazily on the floor, some neat and tidy (Tony’s doings) or in bundles of cords and wires.
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