Hetalia America Oneshots

Wide Awake -Or Not

Overworked America. This may or may not have to do something with the fact that NYC is called the city that never sleeps and I am from NYC.

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When Alfred finally made it home, it was past 9 PM. After setting his bags down in his office, he quickly rushed to the bathroom to get a quick shower in before he had to work.

9:57 PM

After getting out of the shower, he quickly went to the kitchen to grab a granola bar before heading straight to his office. As he looked over to the piles of papers on his table, he let out a sigh and sat down. His table was practically overtaken with messy piles of papers spread on every corner. His email was likely being overtaken by emails from his boss, and possibly angry nations.

Well, it wasn't like he had a choice anyways. Better to just get it over with.

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11:12 PM

He finally made his way through a pile of papers but didn't really know how to feel about it. On one hand, he got something done! But it only served to make him more aware of just how long it would take to finish.

Alfred ran a hand through his golden hair tugging at the ends.

An unwanted panic began forcing it's way up his lungs. So familiar and which did nothing to provide Alfred with any comfort. 

Quickly drawing a breath a air, he snapped out of his thoughts. It did not matter anyways.

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1:10 AM

Alfred was feeling tired. He noticed that his hands had begun the slightest shaking as he lifted his pen and only sighed and quickly ate his granola bar before resuming his work. 

After all, Alfred believed that these would be minor inconveniences at most.

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2:45 AM

Alfred now sat slightly hunched over his desk. His eyes began to feel heavy as his body tried to get him to fall asleep.

Alfred couldn't. He must finish his work no matter what.

But it felt nice. 

When was the last time he treated his body to sleep?

But he had to work.

A couple of minutes wouldn't hurt.

He let his eyes close before slumping forward, his head making contact with his desk. 

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Damn this is my first actual fanfic. Feels weird. Let me know your thoughts!