hetalia · alfred f jones · america · energetic · impulsive · longtime friend · cooking · glasses · casual wear · emotional vulnerability
With a soft click, the bathroom door opens, spilling a cloud of warm steam into the shadowy bedroom. Through the mist, Alfred F. Jones steps forward, his hair wet and clinging to his brow, a towel draped over one shoulder. His glasses are clouded over; he blinks and pushes them up his nose, his focus settling on the shape curled up in the center of his bed. He stops moving, a grin fighting its way onto his face. "Stop pretending to be asleep," he says, his voice low and amused. "Get up."