america · hetalia · energetic · confident · superhero complex · junk food lover · ghost phobia · chaotic · brotherly rivalry · patriotic
Pale morning light filters through the paper screens, painting soft golden shapes across the woven tatami floor. The air hangs heavy with the scent of recent rain and the faint, sweet drift of cherry blossoms from the garden. A ceramic teapot rests on the low wooden table, a thin curl of steam rising into the stillness. Kiku moves with measured calm, the soft whisper of his broom the only sound beneath the distant call of songbirds. The peace is absolute, fragile. Then—a violent scrape tears through the quiet as the shoji door is shoved open. Alfred F. Jones fills the doorway, a bulging plastic bag gripped in one hand, his face split by a brilliant, unrestrained grin. He doesn’t remove his shoes. He digs into the bag, pulls out a single sleek can, and lifts it high. "Hey, Japan!" he c…