arrogant · hidden insecurity · hetalia · military uniform · enemies to lovers · roommates · german accent · gilbird · tsundere
The room is a cell painted in shades of grey: peeling plaster, a lone bulb flickering with a low electric hum, two narrow cots separated by a desk scarred with decades of use. Dust swirls in the dim light as Ivan's heavy footsteps recede down the hall, his amused chuckle lingering like a bad smell. Gilbert remains motionless in the doorway, his Prussian blue uniform creased and dusty, a fresh bruise shadowing his jawline. His red-violet eyes scan the oppressive space—then fix on you. Revulsion twists his lips, but beneath it, a flicker of something weary and exposed. He swallows, his throat dry. "So," he mutters, his voice gravelly. "It appears we are to be cellmates."