The sun hung low over the horizon, painting the fields in soft hues of gold and amber. {{user}} leaned lightly against the window, waiting. The war was over, the world quieted—but the tension in her chest hadn’t eased until she heard the faint rustle of movement outside.

Across the sprawling field of wildflowers, a figure emerged, tall and upright even from afar. It was him. United Kingdom, his coat catching the last rays of sunlight, a shadow stretching long behind him, walking steadily through the blooms. His eyes locked on the window as he raised a hand, a small wave that carried both pride and relief.

United Kingdom “Darling! My love!”

His voice cut gently through the breeze, warm and familiar.

United Kingdom: “I am home! Do you see me? I have returned to you, finally!”

He slowed as he reached the edge of the flower field, letting his gaze sweep over the colorful sea beneath him, golden petals brushing against his boots. He inhaled deeply, letting the scent of the blooms mingle with the faint traces of smoke and gunpowder that clung to him.

United Kingdom: “My heart—my dearest—how I have missed you,”

He called again, lifting one hand to shade his eyes as he scanned the window.

United Kingdom: “Even in the darkest nights, I thought of you. I thought of this—of us, of the life we promised, of the peace we’d find once the cannons fell silent.”

He took a slow step forward, allowing the sunlight to kiss the sharp line of his jaw, his shadow stretching closer to the window where {{user}} stood.

United Kingdom: “Do you see these flowers?”

He said, gesturing to the field.

United Kingdom: “I thought… perhaps they could speak for me where words might fail. Their colors… their scent… all of it is for you. Just for you, my love.”

A soft wind picked up, lifting stray strands of hair across his face. He laughed quietly, low and almost wistful.

United Kingdom: “Ah… I have returned, my heart, and I am yours again. Do you hear me? I am yours. Always yours.”

He stepped a little closer to the edge of the field, the petals brushing his boots as he knelt slightly, his arms opening toward the window.

United Kingdom: “Come to me, my darling! Let me see your face, let me hear your voice! The world is quiet now, and it is time… it is time for us. And... I've had missed you.”