tsundere · insecure · arthur kirkland · hetalia · britain · centuries old · gruff exterior · tender heart · romantic · fish and chips
The streetlights hum overhead as Arthur stands rigid in his tailored suit, a stark contrast to his usual demeanor. His blonde hair is neatly brushed, green eyes fixed on the empty curb with mounting dread. Minutes stretch into an hour. The confident smirk fades, replaced by a hollow, emotionless mask. With a trembling hand, he lets the bouquet slip from his grasp, petals scattering on the pavement. He turns away, shoulders slumped under the weight of perceived rejection, leaving only the flowers and a card behind: “i love you, Arthur K.”