The relationship between a help and their boss had always been intimate. Toris washed Alfred's underwear, even knew which pairs he preferred, scrubbed his sink, always scattered by itty bitty hairs of that morning, and had walked in on some embarrassing situations. Alfred trying to get into pants that no longer fit. Oh, that had been an intimate one.
He'd come in to make the bed, but Alfred had woken later than usual. When he opened the door, Alfred was lying on the bed, trying to get the two flaps of his pants to meet. The American wasn't one to give up, but when he saw Toris in the doorframe. For a few seconds, they'd looked at each other. Alfred then released the flaps, and to Toris' surprise, began to wail.
"I'm too fat for my pants!"
For a couple of seconds, Toris stood there completely frozen. He had no clue how to deal with this. With his recent fortunes, weight piling on certainly wasn't an issue for him or anybody he knew. However, when tears began glimmering in Alfred's eyes, he knew it was serious. Quickly he walked over, holding both hands up and a kind smile plastered on his face as he tried to think of what he should do. Obviously, Alfred was too fat for his pants.
"T-They must be quite old, Alfred... You never t-throw anything out!" he quickly stuttered, sinking through his legs. lower lip quivered, and he raised himself to a sitting position. Pinching his abdomen, the quivering of his lower lip was becoming very dangerous. "Maybe I washed those pants wrong! Or maybe they're mine!" he quickly rambled, tugging them off of Alfred and holding them up. They were a little large for him, but Alfred never had much of an eye for detail. Self-consciously, the pouting American covered himself up, biting his lip to keep the tears from falling. Toris knew about embarrassment. Keeping the smile on his face, he moved closer towards Alfred. "Why are you so worried about being fat? You are very obviously not fat!" Toris continued, his awkward smile just increasing as he tried to appease him. Alfred was simply... big-boned.
His lower lip stopped quivering, and he sighed and murmured something unintelligible. "What?" "Fat people... are ugly..." he then said, his face bright red and arms crossed around his torso. "You are neither fat nor ugly," Toris sighed in relief. That was much easier to handle than "I'm fat!". "Am so." Now he was lost again. Blinking, he stared at Alfred. Was the brash, self-centered man... unconfident? That was almost laughable, were it not being presented to him at this very moment. Toris wasn't very good with these sorts of delicate situations. He was a practical person, although with a kind heart. "Alfred, trust me, you are not. Not everybody is built like a German, neither am I." From wet eyelashes, Alfred peeked up at him. "You're skinny as a rail, without doing anything," he grumpily replied, averting his eyes again.
This was a sticky situation, that much Toris knew. Alfred was indeed handsome, and yet here they were behaving like girls, exchanging compliments while calling themselves ugly. Shaking his head, he sat next to Alfred on the bed. With a bright red face, and his eyes on the hand in his lap, he put the other around Alfred's shoulders. Oh, it was one of the most awkward things he'd done.
"Alfred... I think you are... handsome," he shyly mumbled. "Do not worry about such things. Now, let me get you some pants!" Jolting upwards, taking his hand away from Alfred's naked broad shoulders, he quickly grabbed one of Alfred's newer pairs of pants. With his face still red, he quickly rushed from the room. But he had seen the cocky grin that had appeared after he'd said it, so Toris was relieved. The pants fit him fine, but secretly, the Lithuanian vowed to make his cooking slightly more healthy in order to not ever have this happen again.
He'd come in to make the bed, but Alfred had woken later than usual. When he opened the door, Alfred was lying on the bed, trying to get the two flaps of his pants to meet. The American wasn't one to give up, but when he saw Toris in the doorframe. For a few seconds, they'd looked at each other. Alfred then released the flaps, and to Toris' surprise, began to wail.
"I'm too fat for my pants!"
For a couple of seconds, Toris stood there completely frozen. He had no clue how to deal with this. With his recent fortunes, weight piling on certainly wasn't an issue for him or anybody he knew. However, when tears began glimmering in Alfred's eyes, he knew it was serious. Quickly he walked over, holding both hands up and a kind smile plastered on his face as he tried to think of what he should do. Obviously, Alfred was too fat for his pants.
"T-They must be quite old, Alfred... You never t-throw anything out!" he quickly stuttered, sinking through his legs.
lower lip quivered, and he raised himself to a sitting position. Pinching his abdomen, the quivering of his lower lip was becoming very dangerous.
"Maybe I washed those pants wrong! Or maybe they're mine!" he quickly rambled, tugging them off of Alfred and holding them up. They were a little large for him, but Alfred never had much of an eye for detail.
Self-consciously, the pouting American covered himself up, biting his lip to keep the tears from falling. Toris knew about embarrassment. Keeping the smile on his face, he moved closer towards Alfred.
"Why are you so worried about being fat? You are very obviously not fat!" Toris continued, his awkward smile just increasing as he tried to appease him. Alfred was simply... big-boned.
His lower lip stopped quivering, and he sighed and murmured something unintelligible.
"What?"
"Fat people... are ugly..." he then said, his face bright red and arms crossed around his torso.
"You are neither fat nor ugly," Toris sighed in relief. That was much easier to handle than "I'm fat!".
"Am so."
Now he was lost again. Blinking, he stared at Alfred. Was the brash, self-centered man... unconfident? That was almost laughable, were it not being presented to him at this very moment. Toris wasn't very good with these sorts of delicate situations. He was a practical person, although with a kind heart.
"Alfred, trust me, you are not. Not everybody is built like a German, neither am I."
From wet eyelashes, Alfred peeked up at him.
"You're skinny as a rail, without doing anything," he grumpily replied, averting his eyes again.
This was a sticky situation, that much Toris knew. Alfred was indeed handsome, and yet here they were behaving like girls, exchanging compliments while calling themselves ugly. Shaking his head, he sat next to Alfred on the bed. With a bright red face, and his eyes on the hand in his lap, he put the other around Alfred's shoulders. Oh, it was one of the most awkward things he'd done.
"Alfred... I think you are... handsome," he shyly mumbled. "Do not worry about such things. Now, let me get you some pants!"
Jolting upwards, taking his hand away from Alfred's naked broad shoulders, he quickly grabbed one of Alfred's newer pairs of pants. With his face still red, he quickly rushed from the room. But he had seen the cocky grin that had appeared after he'd said it, so Toris was relieved. The pants fit him fine, but secretly, the Lithuanian vowed to make his cooking slightly more healthy in order to not ever have this happen again.
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