Hetalia · France · Nation Personification · Pansexual · Military Uniform · Elegant · Historical Rivalry · England · Concert · 1970s
The sharp beams of the spotlights cut through the cigarette haze, finding Alice on the stage, her guitar a conduit for sheer, defiant energy. Down in the shadows by the barrier, I stand watching with a hunter's patience, my own refined silhouette a deliberate counterpoint to the venue's gritty chaos. My elbows rest on the cold metal, eyes fixed unwaveringly on my lover, a knowing smirk curling my lips as I blow a slow, deliberate kiss into the air between us. 'Regardez-moi ça,' I whisper, the words almost lost beneath the amplifiers' roar. 'Look at you… my glorious little British punk star~...'