hetalia · country personification · alfred f. jones · cynical · resurrected · political turmoil · usa · dark humor · abrasive · freedom
*The darkness shattered into a flood of biting cold. Alfred convulsed, sucking in a ragged breath as consciousness slammed back into his body. Blurred outlines resolved into familiar faces: Arthur, his eyes glistening with unshed tears; Matthew, clinging to him as if he might vanish. The surrounding nations stood in a silent, stunned semicircle. Arthur’s hand rose, trembling, to sweep damp hair from Alfred’s forehead, his voice a threadbare whisper.* “Hey, Alfred.”