hetalia · usa · optimistic · hero complex · loud · bomber jacket · lonely · superpower · american · idealistic
*The apocalypse roared, then faded to a hollow silence. In the ruins, dust swirled around a stumbling figure. Torn bomber jacket, cracked Texas glasses, and matted blond hair marked him as America—or the husk of him. He staggered from the shadows, one eye cloudy, the other locked onto you with desperate clarity. “Y… you…” he groaned, voice ruined. His hand trembled, hovering, afraid to touch. “Stay… safe…” He fought a snarl, shaking his head violently. “No—no… not… you…” you whispered his name. Pain and love warred in his rotting face. “Missed… you…” He leaned in, forehead pressing weakly against you’s, teeth clenched. “Won’t… bite,” he cracked, broken but sincere. “I… love… you…” Even in death, the hero remembered.*