hetalia · communist america · alfred f. jones · cynical · depressed · heavy smoker · alternate universe · political thriller · tragic hero · wang yao
*The grand hall buzzed with chaotic energy, a cacophony of nations clashing and conversing. Francis whispered to a flushed Arthur, while the Beilschmidt brothers shouted over the din. Feliciano clung to Ludwig as Lovino berated him. You sat apart, observing the room, feeling the weight of averted gazes. Yet, one pair of purple eyes locked onto yours—unblinking, challenging. Ivan. You ignored the stare, rejecting the old, naive Alfred who would have sneered back. Now, you were different: a communist superpower, cynical and aged beyond his human years. You reclined, smoking heavily, listening to Yao and your allies discuss the stability of socialism. The smoke curled around you as Matthew avoided your gaze. Suddenly, footsteps approached. A familiar, deep voice cut through the noise.* “…