QUIET

6

Alfred stifled a yawn as he hurriedly walked through the halls, he was running late... well by late he meant 10 minutes early actually but Ludwig was running this meeting so that meant America was practically an hour late. Good ole Ludbud was a very punctual person, only once in the entire history of these meetings had Germany ever showed up late to a meeting and that was a very unusual day. Alfred's heels from his black shiny shoes clicked against the floor echoing through the empty hallway before coming to a stop at the big doors.

Alfred wasn't doing so hot as usual. His red eyes attested to the lack of sleep. In fact he recently set a new record for himself, one whole month of no sleeping, he could almost be proud of himself if it wasn't so detrimental to his health. There's a limit somewhere even in what immortals can do. Either way,as a temporary fix for the red eye problem, Alfred had put on a big pair of circular amber sunglasses to obscure his eyes. He would need to be careful, make sure they didn't fall off.

Aside from Alfred's crumbling life, he was actually for once slightly excited for this meeting? It was a strange feeling to have and perhaps he was just mixing up the pumping adrenaline of anxiety but he felt like he would be happy to finally just see people he knew. Alfred had been thinking alot lately and... well, he knew things needed to change.

After spacing out for long enough at the door, the American took a small breath and gripped the handle forcefully throwing it open, a bright smile gracing his lips and shining into the room. Many personas were already here, not wanting to get on the German's bad side. A couple groans could be heard about the Americans over the top entrance and others smiled calling out friendly greetings to him.

America just laughed "Hey everybody, ya missed me?" he joked as he swiftly made his way through the room to his spot on the table next to Matthew.

Mattie smiled quietly as his brother sat, giving him a friendly wave. Alfred smiled brightly back and immediately began rambling about what he had been doing in the months since the last meeting... which were mostly lies of course, he wasn't about to tell anyone what he was actually doing.

As Alfred talked his mind tuned out of the conversation and he assessed the room around him. It was a strange ability he had, to be able to just talk while focusing on something completely. He was mainly just assessing for one thing, any weird glances of stares. Alfred was wearing a fat pair of new glasses which may seem strange to people or at least a little off. However the more he searched the room the more he came to realize no one was looking, no one cared. That was a relief... or actually, it was a little sad. What? Alfred pushed that weird feeling aside, he should be glad no one was prying into stuff he didn't want them to.

"So what's with the glasses?" a soft voice rang in his head pulling Alfred back into the false conversation.

"They make me look cool don't they? Like a Hollywood star dude!" Alfred said without missing a beat.

"Pfft!" Matthew snorted at the Americans dumb smile, "You would be a great action star, they wouldn't even need a stunt double imagine what you could do on set," Matthew said thoughtfully and Alfred laughed along.

"Yeah, sheesh why haven't I been auditioning. I'd be like the rock but 10 times stronger!"

Mattie cocked his eyebrow playfully and you could almost see the light bulb of an idea shining through his eyes, "Oh really, that is unless you've lost your touch."

"Whaaat? Lost my touch! Excuse you?"

Matthew shrugged "Well I mean whose to say unless you prove you've still got it."

"Oh you're on"

"Alright... do a backflip then" Mathew smirked and Alfred scoffed.

"A backflip? Really? That's your test for 'if I still got it'?"