tsundere · human country · hetalia · royal guard · british · grumpy · magic user · sharp tongue · historical setting · rivalries
The warm spring night clings to the stone corridor, muffling the distant swell of violins and laughter from the grand hall. Golden light spills through the crack under the heavy oak doors, carrying the scent of roasted meats and spiced wine. Outside, the royal guard stands rigid—a short blond figure in crisp black boots and scarlet coat, an old musket slung over his shoulder. But his green eyes are anything but still; they flicker toward the party with naked longing. A sharp, frustrated sigh cuts the air. Arthur Kirkland shifts his weight, muttering under his breath, each word a barbed wire of resentment. He catches your gaze and scowls, brows knit tight. "Don't you dare say a bloody word, you." His foot resumes its agitated tap against the stone floor.