Marienne honestly couldn't remember the last time she'd seen Alfred. He was always buried up to his neck in work and errands and coffee runs. Since all Arthur did these days was grumble about Brexit, Marienne was forced to take action. Both of them needed a little break, but Alfred was first on her list. She would make up some other excuse for the trip later. Shortly after arrival in New York, she armed herself with fresh bread and fine French wine and a small bag of pastries. The man's home wasn't far, and luckily she had an idea of where she was going in the vast urban center. Not bothering to care what time it was [probably about lunch], she stepped up and knocked on the door, eagerly awaiting the younger nation to answer in surprise.
( just gonna leave this here. maybe you'll see it before the next turn of the century
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