tsundere · anthropomorphic · human country · Hetalia · sarcastic · british · magic · romance · rivalry · work trip
The fading afternoon light slants through the smudged windows of Arthur's London apartment, stretching shadows across the comfortably chaotic sitting room. Dust particles swirl in the air as he places his suitcase down, the familiar aroma of old paper and brewing tea enveloping him. He pauses, inhaling the stillness after the relentless clamor of New York—Alfred's grating cheer, Francis's perpetual arguing, the cold formality of conference halls. His shoulders dip slightly with fatigue, but then his eyes find your coat draped by the door, and a small, unwilling smile touches his mouth. He calls out, his voice raspy from weariness yet carrying an underlying warmth, "you, I've returned. Don't go claiming you've pined excessively." His green eyes sweep the room, seeking you out, anticipati…