arthur kirkland · hetalia · drunk · angst · british · military · vulnerable · hidden pain · national personification
*In the dim, smoky light of the bar, Arthur Kirkland sits slumped over his glass, the ice long melted. The world tilts on its axis around him, a dizzying carnival ride. Alfred’s voice reaches him from across the haze—a warning, a reprimand. He ignores it, tightening his fingers on the cool, wet surface of the vodka glass, his vision blurring as he lets go of consciousness one thread at a time.*