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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Though there were quite a few things the newly instated president was quickly coming to learn about his job, only one was really concerning him at the moment, and that was the young man he'd seen around at a few of his rallies helping raise funds out in the backyard playing with his daughters and their new puppy.

And none of his guards (at least the old hands, anyway) seemed at all concerned about the issue. In fact, one had even commented that they were probably the safest they could hope to be.

As that was all the explanation he seemed to be getting, he went to the one person who he hoped would tell him what was going on. Hillary had been somewhat confused until he'd described the young man, her expression quickly shifting to a fond amusement before replying.

"Oh, that's just Alfred. I should have realized he'd completely forget to introduce himself to you - it took him nearly a month to actually sit down with my husband and me and explain himself."

Well, that then begged the question of whether she could get him up here sometime soon, since he'd at least like to know who was being allowed around his kids without his prior knowledge. She'd nodded in understanding, pulling out her phone and auto-dialing the unknown man's number.

"Alfred, you forgot to introduce yourself to your new boss again."

Out the window, he could actually see the young man slap his face with his free hand. Hillary nodded at whatever he replied, looking over to one of the most experienced security guards and asking, "Could you get the window for him?"

Considering even the run to his office from the backyard should have taken a lot longer than that, he looked to her in question just as she ended the call on her phone and looked over to the opening window. Which was quickly occupied as the young man leapt over the bushes and skidded to a halt besides his desk.

"Sorry about that, Mrs. Clinton! I just really thought the girls would like some time outside since it's nice out today."

"It's not me you should be apologizing to," She replied, tilting her head towards the president.

"Ah right," Alfred replied, turning to him and offering a smile. "Heyas, I'm really glad you got into office and stuff, and I'm really looking forward to working with you for the next four or eight years! I'm Alfred F. Jones, but for boring official work stuff and my world meetings, you can call me America."

"...America." Yeah, it didn't seem like an administrative prank, but then again, this was really outside his suspension of disbelief.

Alfred seemed to recognize this fast, turning to Hillary with an unspoken question. She sighed, looking over to the president.

"You should probably move back - he likes showing off."

"Wow, mean," Alfred griped, even as he gripped the underside of the old wooden desk, rather heavy and sturdy from a few nudges to test, and lifted it up about as easily as if it were made of foam.

He closed his eyes and opened them again, Hillary seeming amused at his surprise even as Alfred - America? - grinned and lifted it a bit higher, showing no signs of exhaustion or of a loosening grip-

Until the loud blare of someone's phone startled him, causing him to drop the desk with an audible crack that had everyone wincing in unison. The phone was quickly cut off by a mortified Alfred, his gaze never leaving the president's face even as he cancelled the call.

"...I can totally fix that, boss."

(At least Alfred eventually proved to be more capable at his duties than his first appearance belied. And at least his first introduction to the young Nation hadn't been through his attempt to parachute from the White House roof with only a bedsheet.)

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AN: Soooooooooooooooooooo... it's been a little while, mostly because of other things sapping my attention and energy. I don't know how often I'll update this, but I'll see about at least once a month maybe?

But yeah, just a dumb dumb thing to make up for being sort of out there with my writing for a while. Life's been... bleh.