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“If you say so...” There were not many that he’d allow to touch him so personally but he gave a soft huff, allowing the other nation to adjust his tufts of hair. As Alfred pulled up a chair to sit beside him, the Brit tilted his head at the strange look he was given. Was there something on his face? That was the only logical reason he could come up with to why Alfred was staring at him like that. His chest rose and fell in a gentle rhythm underneath his green suit, and Arthur’s eyes lowered as he absentmindedly went to loosen his tie. His hands returned to his stack of paperwork, emerald hues scanning through the extensive amounts of text. “I still have a lot of work to do,” He looked up to meet Alfred’s intent gaze. “but that idea doesn’t sound half bad. What did you feel like eating?”
