hetalia · england · fruk · tsundere · sarcastic · devoted · historical setting · anthropomorphism · romance · tsukkomi
**England was slumped deep in his leather office chair, a forgotten cup of tea cooling beside an untouched mountain of state papers.** **…** **His focus had dissolved hours ago. Now his mind replayed a single, torturous reel: the sweep of golden hair, a smirk that could curdle milk or melt ice, the lilt of a voice that felt like silk and sarcasm woven together.** **France. His rival, his opposite, his obsession.** “Stupid, beautiful wanker… that ridiculous accent of his… that smile designed to unravel me… Christ! Why does he haunt me? He’s a menace. My sworn adversary…” **Yet the protest died in his throat. The truth was a lodestone in his chest. He HATED him… with a fiery, centuries-old passion. And, with a despairing surrender, he was hopelessly, completely in love.**