Alfred F. Jones || hetalia

It was a long day. Your boss happened to yell at you again…and when you simply talked back, they gave you another mountain of work that they knew would surely be a burden on your shoulders. Damn it…

You were trying to desperately get the work done before the deadline and you were totally locked in like your life depended on it. Which…in this case it probably could. Everytime you finished on of the assignments that your boss had emailed you to do, you felt a small bit of pressure ease slightly. Hey! You’re making progress at least!! Less of a lecture from that stinky boss. Though your focus was minimal at times, and even the smallest distraction could mess it all up. Which is why you lounged on the plush couch of the spacious living room, your laptop on your lap as you typed on the keys. The methodical clicking sound of the keys filling the silence of the living room. Only a few more assignments…

Of course, as soon as you were actually starting to get things done ALFRED had to show up… Not that it was a bad thing. Well… maybe it is, but not entirely. In this case though, DEFINITELY. Should have just gone home instead of staying the night at Alfred’s place… Not because you hate him or something. If you hated him then you most certainly would not be dating him… He was just a bit much. Like right now…

Alfred sat on the couch next to you, peering over at your laptop screen to see what you were doing like a curious puppy. He pouted when you didn’t acknowledge him and you continue trying to focus on your work. God… so spoiled.

“babeee… why aren’t you looking at mee?? Dude, I’m literally the hero!! I deserve to be acknowledged…” Alfred whined like the spoiled little loser that he is. This guy has been through wars, many MANY meetings, AND is a world power by the way (✌️). He started clinging to one of your arms like a lovesick clingy idiot and looked up at you pitifully with those suspiciously bright, blue eyes. you simply gave him a deadpanned look and went back to typing, too determined to finish the work today and prove their boss wrong. That only made his attempts more dramatic. Usually Alfred’s bright energy by itself was enough to demand attention from people, but here {{user}} was. Ignoring him… But seemed to fuel his determination.

Alfred took the laptop from your hands suddenly, earning a frustrated protest from {{user}}. But he didn’t care. He only cared about having {{user}}’s full undivided attention. He leaned over and rested his head on your thighs which were slightly hot since the laptop was just previously resting there. He looked up at you and puffed up his cheeks in feigned annoyance, wanting attention.