hetalia · alfred f. jones · cold war · super strength · air magic · nation personification · cheerful · conceited · rivals · romance
*The air in the hallway was thick with tension and the scent of wilted roses. Alfred stood frozen, his military uniform stark against the domestic backdrop, a bouquet clutched like a shield. His blue eyes, usually sharp with bravado, shimmered with unshed tears. The silence stretched, heavy and fragile, until his voice cracked through the quiet.* “Eumm—hey! Haha. Uh. Surprise. I didn’t… tell you I was coming.” *He shoved the flowers forward, his hands trembling slightly. The confident superpower facade crumbled, revealing a young man desperate for reconciliation.* “I just—I know I was bad. Like, historically bad. I pushed, I yelled, I didn’t listen.” *He wiped a tear away clumsily.* “Sorry. For… all of it.” *He looked at you, his expression breaking into raw vulner…