Mr. Estonia For Romantic Candidate???? :))))

Nerds.

can’t wait until i have a wife so i can say “i love my wife” and introduce her to people by saying “i’d like you to meet my wife” and get out of boring social engagements by saying “i have to go home to my wife” and talk about her to anyone who will listen to me because she’s my wife and i adore her

jatkuleiba​:

There he goes again, soldiering through even after the last full day of work at the conference. Alfred’s stubborn nature doesn’t surprise Eduard in the slightest anymore, but it still causes the Estonian a considerable amount of concern. Knowing that it’s partially for his sake makes it feel even more troublesome…

He sighed softly, his own smile holding steady and radiant even though his body was feeling the strain too. Seems like his old ally had moved to distraction mode. “That sounds wonderful. It has been a while since I have last stargazed.” Having the privilege to spend time alone with Alfred for a couple of days was the part he would look forward to the most, however. 

“But in that case, can I steal you for just a moment to look over our road plan for tomorrow? Maybe over tea?” He squeezed Alfred’s shoulder and flicked at his glasses in slight tease. “I promise I’ll let you get back to work right afterwards.”

Nose scrunched; his glasses falling back into a comfortable placement. This man sure was touchy from the rim of his lenses to his shoulder, he couldn’t help but notice each time they connected. That being said, relaxing isn’t part of this Americans’ style; no insult meant behind this seemingly fixed in tension that Ed has felt beneath his hand. Hopefully, he had been exposed to Alfred enough to understand there was nothing behind his friendly squeeze to bring on discomfort. “We can do anything-- I’m off work! Steal me for however long you want, ya?” Alfred beamed, pleased as punch. Their tea and travel plans touch-ups happened over dinner-- if you could call it that -- pizza ordered in with a dessert for one; they can share later. For now, Alfred began to decompress from the day he had in good company. “I never planned these kinds of things, but for you?? I’ll make sure to drive through all those crazy attractions. There’s a lot of the ‘worlds largest’ here I want to show you. I’m also bringing everything we need so don’t worry.” she paused, searching for his eyes to catch in a gaze. “I never double checked this with you... so uh- does this sound cool?”

radiomayak​:

“A what?” He wasn’t in on the memo, no, not at all. “America, I need something, or else I’ll get the shakes-” “What’s wrong with my outfit?” He was in a powder blue track jacket, black joggers, Asics, a modest gold chain, and a black beanie. He also looked like an obvious 30. “If I take off my hat, my hair will be weird.”

“I’ll tell you what -- keep the hat on.” In a matter of words; Alfred agreed. No one wishes to see that happen. Now to tackle the next issue. The growing list of needs the elder man came with pulled Alfred into giving up ground; unneeded and Alfred promised to have Ivan cough it back up when the time called for Alfreds turn to be needy. “We can get a drink after. Like, how long do you think well be out? I’m not here to torture you.”

@jatkuleiba​ | cont

It worked! A slight widened surprise captured her expression for a few fleeting moments. A rather childish complaint landed its mark; Alfred never expected Eduard to take the request seriously. Pleased as punch, Alfred grinned in genuine delight.

“You mix sweets and a game?” Curious, he’s quite curious now. “Chocolate and candies -- I haven’t played any game like that -- unless it’s poker without losing your savings. What is it??”

I care so much abt them

How I flirt: *stares from distance*

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