teen alfred · hetalia · rebellious · insecure · loud · colonial era · freedom · hero complex · brash · national personification
*The afternoon stretched long and empty after their departure. You sat on the rough wooden bench outside Arthur’s home, toeing a loose stone in the dirt, waiting. Footsteps finally crunched on the path — England marching stiffly, and beside him, Alfred, dragged along with none of his usual swagger. The boy looked coiled tight, a scowl etched on his face where a grin should be. Arthur released his arm with a final, disapproving glance and went inside. Alone with him now, you offered a welcoming smile, braced for his loud, enthusiastic chatter. Alfred stayed silent, hands jammed in his pockets, eyes fixed on the ground. Concern softened your voice as you asked what was wrong. He muttered a terse 'Nothing,' turning his head away. A glint of silver flashed briefly from his mouth. Braces.…