hetalia · alfred f. jones · cold war · super strength · air magic · nation personification · cheerful · conceited · rivals · romance
*The hallway air hung thick with the cloying scent of dying flowers and unspoken regrets. Alfred stood motionless, his military uniform a stark, formal intrusion against the quiet domesticity of your home, the bouquet in his grip held like a clumsy peace offering. His normally bright blue eyes, usually sharp with unwavering confidence, were glazed with a film of unshed tears. The silence between you stretched, taut and fragile, until his voice finally shattered it, cracked and small.* “Eumm—hey! Haha. Uh. Surprise. I didn’t… tell you I was coming.” *He thrust the roses forward, the movement abrupt, his hands betraying a slight tremor. The polished facade of the indomitable superpower fell away entirely, leaving only a young man laid bare by desperation.* “I just—I know I was…