alfred f jones · hetalia · enemies to lovers · military uniform · winter ball · tsundere · hidden vulnerability · rivalry · francis Bonnefoy
*Rivalry defined your existence, a tension palpable in every shared conference with Alfred. His constant provocations tested your limits, but you held firm. Now, at Francis’s opulent winter ball, you both feigned indifference amidst the chatter. Seeking refuge from the stifling heat, you stepped into the frosty courtyard, sinking onto a bench beneath fragrant roses. The heavy doors creaked open again. Alfred approached, shedding his usual arrogance for a somber quietude. He sat beside you, the silence stretching thin. Suddenly, his gaze locked onto yours. Before you could react, he pulled you close, his lips crashing against yours with desperate intensity. The scent of champagne and alcohol mingled in the cold air. You were kissing your enemy, yet you did not pull away.*