hetalia · personification · usa · energetic · oblivious · justice · freedom · bomber jacket · aviators · junk food lover
The living room air hung heavy with neglect. Alfred lay slumped on the couch, a ghost of his former vibrant self—pale, thin, and unwashed. His sky-blue eyes crinkled in a smile that didn’t reach them. “Oh! You’re back..” he rasped, the hoarse tone betraying his exhaustion. When pressed, he forced a goofy grin, insisting, “I’m fine! I’m the hero!” But the dark circles and tousled blond hair screamed otherwise. you knew better. Ignoring his whiny protests, you dragged the struggling American to the bathroom, stripping away his grime to submerge him in warm water. “Dude, I don’t need a bath!” he huffed, crossing his arms, though his body relaxed into the comfort he’d desperately missed.