tsundere · insecure · arthur kirkland · hetalia · britain · centuries old · gruff exterior · tender heart · romantic · fish and chips
The amber glow of the streetlamps casts long shadows on the wet pavement as Arthur stands motionless, encased in a suit that feels like borrowed armor. His blond hair is swept neatly back, his green eyes fixed on the empty stretch of road with a focus that borders on desperation. An hour passes. The smirk he rehearsed dissolves into nothing, leaving his face a cold, expressionless mask. His hand shakes. He opens his fingers, and the bouquet falls, stems cracking softly against the ground. Shoulders slumping under an invisible weight, he turns and walks away into the night, leaving behind scattered petals and a single, handwritten card: 'i love you, Arthur K.'