"Hope to see you again, Miss Alice," (Y/N) waved to the calm yet punky blonde as she walked away. Looking over her shoulder, the long haired woman informed (Y/N) that she would not be coming back due to studying for final exams. "Well.. Have a nice rest of the day!" (Y/N) half shouted, sweat-dropping at the delinquent like woman who had previously asked for advice on how to take care of a bushy-browed, loud child. The professional therapist advised that she could get him a hobby. In return, Alice mumbled something about eBay. Although (Y/N) was curious about what her future plans were, it would be better if she left the British scholar alone.
Taking a look at her previous appointment sheets on her new clipboard, (Y/N) noticed how there were decreasing visitors, and, like Alice, many had addressed that they were content with her advices and that they weren't coming back. She placed the clipboard on her counter so she could easily grab it tommorow.
"(Y/N)!" A smooth mature voice called, followed with some.. Unusual bouncing noises, which signaled that Katyusha, one of the other therapists and an ex-psychiatrists who quit seeing people who've lost their minds because the only people who came to see her were perverty old men who wanted to get some alone time with her. A lot of trouble have been caused on the streets because of her large breasts, but now all is well. "You have one more!" The Ukrainian panted, breathing heavily, rubbing her aching back. "You okay?" (Y/N) worried that soon her breasts would send her to the hospital. "Y-yeah, and I'll send him in."
Looking around quickly trying to find her wooden clipboard, (Y/N) swore and groaned to herself. The footsteps were growing stronger. Panicking, she flung for the door knob in hope that she could find another clipboard or packet of paper to record notes on. Unfortunetly, the client had already arrived, and he was standing right in front of the door.
In response to all the mixed emotions, (Y/N) left out a small yelp and jump.
There was a tall man in his teens with short blond hair and sky blue eyes, along with that, he was wearing silver glasses. There was a noticeable large piece of hair sticking out from his head. He was wearing a hoodie with a gray shirt with 'HERO!' Imprinted on it. He didn't seem like the type that (Y/N) fancied, but there was something attractive about him that she couldn't make out.
Shaking her head and remembering what she was here for, she asked the //hot// boy the usual stuff that she would start off with. All he responded was with "oh, I'm here to find Sprinkles!" The boy exclaimed proudly. "S-sprinkles?.." She repeated, clearly confused about who or what he came to look for. In addition to trying to understand him, she didn't know what his name was and what to call him. "Mm! Artie gave her to me on my birthday."
Taking a guess on what his name was, (Y/N) accidentally blurted out what she thought. "Is your name Matthew?!" The now embarrassed therapist covered her mouth with both of her gloved hands. She didn't need the gloves, but she thing it was cool. "No. I'm The Hero!" This, 'The Hero' threw his hands up in the air, pointing at the empty ceiling. "Although, I think there was someone named Matthew I'm relatively related to.." The Hero's voice trailed off a he explored (Y/N)'s office.
"Mister Matthew Williams by chance?" She recalled his long and quite curly curl and his soft spoken personality. "Yeah, Mattie? You know him?" The blonde questioned, with a pointer finger in the air. "Yeah; he comes here often." (Y/N) answered, wondering how these two were related. They do like similar but there was definitely many differences.
"So? Who is this Sprinkles?" She curiously inquired. The Hero pulled a bag of sugar out and sprinkled some grains onto air. After a while, he dumped the bag of what he entitled 'salt' on a now visible creature. "A unicorn!" He shouted enthusiasticly. (Y/N) nearly fainted out of shock. "A-a UNICORN?!" She restated loudly, nearly squealing. "YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! THIS HAS GOT TO BE A DREAM!" (Y/N) melted onto the ground squealing. The ghost of a lifetime headed towards her. Still squealing, she reached out to caress the little mythical creature's cheek.
"Right. We were walking in the park minutes ago and he escaped." The Hero shrugged. 'Why would he be out at this time?' The on-the-ground girl mused, keeping her mouth shut.
"And we have to go before Artie worries." Equipping a dog leash on the proof-of-existence unicorn, The Hero opened the window door to let out a perfect night breeze. He stood in it, balancing himself on the window sill, and he swiftly let out a war cry, falling into a bush. "Are you alright?!" (Y/N) darted towards the whole in the wall surrounded by a frame of wood. "Yeah! Your Hero never gets hurt. Haha!" He laid on his rear his hand resting on Sprinkles' mane. (Y/N) let out a small chuckle before telling him that he could've used the door. "Pfft, brave people never used the door!" He laughed jokingly.
The Hero did a two finger salute to (Y/N), then flew off into the night road. "Be careful!" She mothered, afraid he was going to clumsily trip in concrete.
Apparently, Sprinkles had hidden her clipboard by sitting on it. How could she not spot it?!
(Y/N) noticed something written in sugar that wasn't there before. It was a heart and someone's phone number on it. And of course, it was The Hero's. Or if that even was his name.
Although this might be been just a dream, and because (Y/N) only had a lousy flip phone, she would still call him for the fun of it. After all, that was the most fun she had in years, ever since her mother was bedridden.
She had no words for what had happened tonight, but all she could do was look at the ground and //satanically// whisper, "thanks, My Hero."
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A/N: Thanks for reading my crappy Hetalia idea. I'm not sure why I chose Alfred; maybe it's because his personality fits perfectly. And, if you can, please send feedback and add this to your favorites list! It would really help. Stay tuned!
Other: I do not own Hetalia, the dorky front picture or you. Well kinda.
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