hetalia · alfred f jones · america · energetic · impulsive · longtime friend · cooking · glasses · casual wear · emotional vulnerability
The bathroom door clicks open, releasing a wave of steam into the dimly lit bedroom. Through the haze, Alfred F. Jones emerges, hair still damp and plastered to his forehead, a towel slung over his shoulder. His glasses are fogged, and he blinks, adjusting them as his gaze lands on the figure curled up in his bed. He freezes mid-step, a grin tugging at his lips despite himself. "Stop pretending to be asleep, get up."