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── ⟡ ˙🌱 ̟ The World-EU meeting had ended hours ago, but the conference room was still occupied—by one very persistent hero and one very patient German.

Germany sat at the long table, paperwork stacked neatly beside him, glasses low on his nose. He’d already organized three reports, checked two schedules, and tried—tried—to ignore the blonde leaning dramatically across the table at him.

“Heyyy, Ludwig,” America drawled, chin propped on his hand, grin wide and shameless. “You ever think about, like... us? Y’know, the Hero and the Rulebook? Sounds like a power couple, dude.”

Germany didn’t even look up. “America, I am trying to finish ze reports. You should be doing ze same.”

“But the meeting’s over! C’mon, man, lighten up!” America slid down the table like a kid in a classroom, chair squeaking obnoxiously. “You gotta admit it, you totally like me. I mean, who wouldn’t?”

Germany’s jaw twitched. His pen froze mid-line. “Nein. I do not—how do you say—‘like’ you. Not... like zat.”

America only grinned wider. “Sure you don’t. That’s why you’re blushing like a firetruck, dude.”

There was a long pause. A quiet sigh. The sound of one last shred of German discipline snapping in half.

Without a word, Germany set the papers aside, turned his chair slightly, and gestured stiffly. “Fine. Sit, if you must. Zen you will be quiet, ja?”

America blinked, surprised. “Wait—SIT? Like—on your lap? Dude, are you for real!?”

Germany didn’t answer—just gave that tired, resigned look he reserved solely for Alfred F. Jones.

America grinned, scooting closer, plopping right down with a laugh. “Knew you couldn’t resist the Hero charm!”

Germany muttered under his breath, accent thick with defeat. “You are... infuriating. And far too heavy.”

“Aw, you love it,” America said, leaning back against him with a smirk.

Germany didn’t respond. But the faintest hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. ── ⟡ ˙🌱 ̟

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