Author's Note: We do not own Hetalia, Torchwood or Stargate SG-1. This is a joint fic between VampirePaladin and Vampire'sPhoenix. We have modified the timelines and events of both Stargate and Torchwood to make everything fit nicely. This chapter is by VampirePaladin.
General Hammond was a good leader of men and women. He knew when to bend the rules and when to be a strict son of a bitch. When new personnel joined the SGC, which was more often than he would like, he made it a point to at least learn their name within twenty-four hours. All of his people where highly skilled and were the best of the best. He valued each and every one of them. It did not matter if they went through on dangerous missions, or just made sure everyone had a warm cup of coffee.
SG-1 was normally his pride and joy. They were his best team and had saved the world from many threats. Right now it looked like the leader of SG-1, Col. Jack O'Neill, was going to be scrubbing toilets for a very long while. Actually, now that he thought about it, all of them could join him in the joys of scrubbing military porcelain clean enough that he could shave with the reflection.
Hammond had come into his office just like he did multiple times a day. He had his hot, black coffee just like he always did. The chair creaked as he put his no longer exactly skinny body into it. All of his files were just where he left them. The bright colors of his computer's screensaver were the only signs of life. Everything was just as he left it, exactly the way he liked it. There was only one exception.
Sitting on Hammond's desk when he had come in was a simple note. It read, "General, taking Alfred out to movies. Can't do anything about it, nation's orders and all. -Colonel Jack O'Neill, USAF." He wouldn't put it past the colonel and the nation to have planned this together. Sometimes, the similarities between the two gave him a headache. Hammond loved his country, but he found himself eager for when Alfred would go back to doing whatever he normally did.
"Airman Lee, come in here," he waited for the young man to step inside and salute him. Hammond quickly returned it. "I want you to give a message to the sentries. Tell them the second Colonel O'Neill steps into this mountain I want him in my office before he has time to make a smart remark."
"Yes, sir," the airman saluted and left.
Maybe, he could put SG-1 on guard duty of the embarkation room broom closet. It was a very important job. After guarding, they would have to sweep the embarkation room. Then, scrub it with tooth brushes. Knowing his luck, SG-1 would be in the middle of saving the Earth from some threat or another. Still, it was nice to imagine them scrubbing the embarkation room while he was mad at them.