Side Effects of Superstrength (Hetalia)

Author: Ashynarr

Summary: So you know how, canonically, Alfred can drag around cars and swing bison like it's nothing? Yeah, the other Nations do too.

Disclaimer: Hetalia's not mine.

Warning: Hilarity and chaos involving Alfred

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"Excuse me," Ludwig asked, hoping he'd come to the right address. "I was told Alfred was here…?"

He'd been a bit leery of coming all the way out to the rural regions of New Mexico to find said Nation, but his boss had been insistent this get to America as soon as possible, so he'd come with the documents under one arm and an apology gift for barging in during the other's supposed vacation.

The young woman raised an eyebrow, looking him over before nodding slowly. "You're Germany, right? Al said you'd be coming - he's out back right now helping Tony with his ship."

Ludwig sighed gratefully. "Thank you… New Mexico?"

"Arizona, actually," The State grinned. "My sister's making lunch, if you're staying that long."

"I wouldn't want to impose…"

"Like I said, Al told us you were coming, so we're more than prepared for an extra at the table today."

The German conceded. "If you insist. Is it possible to speak to him now, or should I wait for him to finish?"

"It should be fine," Arizona decided after a moment's thought. "And if this thing of yours is important enough to bring you all the way out here, then might as well get it outta the way so we aren't talking business over lunch."

She stepped outside, gesturing for him to follow her around and behind her house to the wide fields gently rolling behind them. "I don't actually own anything out here other than the house - I'm not made of money like Bella is - but since no one else does either it's easier to hide Tony's things here that he can't keep in Virginia."

"I see," Germany replied, and then he suddenly did-

Well, he saw the spaceship, which hadn't been hovering in front of him two seconds beforehand. He stopped, wondering what had just happened, while Arizona jogged up to the small gray alien.

"Al, Tony, Germany's here!"

Germany blinked, wondering where the American was up until he heard someone underneath the ship speak up. "Oh, is he? Gimme a second-"

And then the entire ship shifted, rising up and tilting to the side to show that it hadn't been hovering at all, merely held off the ground instead. Alfred carefully shifting his grip to set it aside gently, the entire thing rocking briefly as it settled back into balance.

"Hey, dude," The American grinned, wiping his hands off on his pants. "What'd you wanna chat about?"

Ludwig tried to speak a few times, having mentally calculated the likely weight of the ship and just being thankful he was on good terms with Alfred now. "Ah, my boss has a few things he needs your input on before the next meeting…"

"Right, just gimme a minute to wash up and I'll go over the stuff." Alfred walked past, passing through what looked like a heat wave as he made his way to the house.

The German man sighed, wishing he had a free hand to rub his face with right now, because the State's amusement at his momentary shock was more than a bit irritating.

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AN: Shorter piece than I'd hoped, but eh, sometimes it just doesn't work out. And yes, New Mexico and Arizona are twin sisters in my mind and the youngest of the States. They were convenient for this drabble.