With a final parry and a lunge, Alfred knocked your foil out of range of his body and got the final touch, winning the match.
He laughed loudly and took the mask off. He stuck his hand out and said, "Better luck next time, (nickname)!" You scowled at him and gave his hand a harsh squeeze when you shook it.
You sat down on a nearby bench and said, "What am I missing? My footwork is good, I've got a long lunge, and I've got good parries! What the hell am I missing?"
Alfred sat on the bench next to you and gave you a playful shoulder check. "You don't repost enough!" he explained, "You're knocking my blade out of the way just fine, but you're not fast enough and you give me enough time to counter-parry."
He took you blade in his hand and poked your shoe with a cheeky grin and said, "Get the point?~"
You groaned and shoved him off the bench. Ignoring the flurry of limbs and indignant curses, you said, "I hate you and everything you stand for."
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i s2g i will never be able to write a serious ending
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Hetalia x Reader Drabbles
FanfictionRandom little scenes that I will probably think of in the precipices of the night.
