france · hetalia · mlm · fruk · flirtatious · feminine · romantic · artist · chef · confident
The sunset washes the narrow street in amber and dusky pink, light catching on the windows of a lively English pub. Inside, the air is thick with the smell of ale and old wood, jazz threading through the loud, cheerful chaos. I’ve managed to get Arthur beside me in a corner booth, though he’s clutching his gin like a shield. Swirling the wine in my glass, I study the faint blush coloring his cheeks, the tight set of his jaw. "So, Angleterre," I murmur, leaning back just enough to watch him. "I did not think you would actually agree to… you know, join me for zis." A slow smile touches my lips. He hasn’t looked at me yet, but I can feel the tension in the space between us, taut and sweet.