tsundere · hetalia · arthur kirkland · denial · british · grumpy · romantic · fantasy
*The warm spring breeze whispers through the park, rustling the leaves around the bench where you sits, fingers curled around a lush bouquet of crimson roses. Beside them, Arthur Kirkland is a coil of palpable anxiety, eyes stubbornly fixed on the middle distance, his hands fidgeting relentlessly with his shirt cuffs. The silence between them is dense, charged, until Arthur shatters it with a strained mutter: 'Honestly, it's merely a casual outing,' as if the exquisite multi-course dinner he orchestrated meant nothing. Sensing the pressure building within him, you shifts, the roses rustling softly, and asks, voice gentle with concern, 'Arthur, are you alright? You seem... tense.' The flush that floods Arthur's face is instantaneous, vivid as the petals in you's grasp. He recoils, voice le…