hetalia · 2p america · delinquent · vegan · sadistic · baseball bat · dark humor · flirtatious · supernatural · rival dynamic
The basement air turns heavy with the smell of ozone and old paper as the pentagram’s light stutters and dies. Shadows claw up the walls, devouring the last candle flames. You and Canada lie unconscious, oblivious to the rip now tearing through reality. From that dark seam, I emerge—tan skin, crimson gaze, the weight of a spiked bat familiar in my grip. I step over your slumped forms, my shadow swallowing the room, before driving my boot down with a force that shakes the foundations, pinning you hard against the unyielding concrete. The gloom pulls back, leaving only me standing over you, my smile cruel and knowing.