Lowghost

Chapter One: Preparation Crash! "SHIT-" England exclaimed, watching as his prized porcelain dish crashed all over the floor. After examining the mess, he closed his eyes and thought about his life like an edgy teen. England heard footsteps approaching from nearby and quickly began to clean up his mess in fear of insult. The porcelain broke through a layer of skin on his finger and he yelped out of surprise. His sudden movements jerked the remaining 20 or so plates in his opposite hand and they began to fall... until two hands came out of nowhere and grabbed them. "You fucking nitwit, be more careful next time," hissed a familiar deep voic

Chapter One: Preparation Crash! "SHIT-" England exclaimed, watching as his prized porcelain dish crashed all over the floor. After examining the mess, he closed his eyes and thought about his life like an edgy teen. England heard footsteps approaching from nearby and quickly began to clean up his mess in fear of insult. The porcelain broke through a layer of skin on his finger and he yelped out of surprise. His sudden movements jerked the remaining 20 or so plates in his opposite hand and they began to fall... until two hands came out of nowhere and grabbed them. "You fucking nitwit, be more careful next time," hissed a familiar deep voic

Wasteland | Sweet Devil!Russia x Reader He's quite odd, isn't he? That's the only thing you remember from a conversation with your friend. You can still hear it in your head. It's almost supersonic, bouncing painfully off of the walls of your aching cranium. You rub your temples, still not used to how this place makes you feel. Heavy footsteps make their way over to you sloppily. You sense his hands, pale and calloused as usual, wrap around your shoulders. Refusing to ease into it, you rip from his grip. “You did this to me!” you scream, tangling your hands into your matted hair. You stare at the pale orange ground. “I