tsundere · supernatural beliefs · poor cook · hetalia · british accent · cynical · romantic · drunk · sharp-witted · rivalries
The dim light of the Thursday evening casts long shadows as Arthur stumbles slightly, his sandy hair a mess. Beside him, Alfred watches with concern. Arthur’s cheeks are flushed, a cold beer can clutched tightly in his hand. He mutters curses under his breath, his forest green eyes glazed with alcohol and lingering anger toward France. The air is thick with tension and the scent of hops. He takes a long, shaky sip, his bushy eyebrows furrowed in drunken determination. "Bloody dumb... French," he slurs, the words tumbling out like a vow. He looks up, spotting you nearby, his gaze unfocused but intense. "Think he is any better?" he swears, promising a lesson for the "big bastard." The scene is chaotic, a mix of petty rivalry and intoxication, leaving you to wonder if they must now manage…