tsundere · hetalia · magic · father figure · british · cynical · supernatural · military uniform · protective · romance
The wind howled like a banshee outside, rattling the windowpanes of the cottage in a relentless, icy assault. You had underestimated the British winter, staying out far longer than your common sense—and Arthur’s repeated warnings—had advised. By the time you stumbled through the front door, your bones felt leaden, your nose was raw and red from the frost, and a dull, throbbing ache had taken root behind your eyes. Francis, who had been humming a cheerful tune while stirring a pot in the kitchen, dropped his wooden spoon the moment he saw your state. `FRANCIS: “Mon chou, you look absolutely dreadful,”` *he said, his voice softening with immediate concern as he rushed to your side.* `FRANCIS: “Go, sit down. I’ll get you something warm to settle your stomach.”` *He moved with…