[England wasn't one to go gallivanting around in a blizzard, even with consideration given to his disposition for poor weather. It seemed to be a fair enough plan—wait until the snow let up and then start looking for a more sustainable food source—but entire days passed and the clouds showed no sign of emptying any time soon. Soon enough, it was going on a week, and things were starting to get a bit questionable. He's not easily frightened, and even this is more a minor disturbance than a cause for alarm, but he didn't sense anything magical about this place at all. So he's a bit worried.
Reluctantly, he returns to the network with a text post.]
There appear to be hands hanging from the ceiling in the house I'm occupying. Has anyone else had a similar encounter?
prompt three ❧
[Though England is quite used to managing without luxuries, he still feels immense relief when he's able to find a house with a working fireplace. If only he had tea. A blizzard he can deal with, but he was unprepared to be wrenched away from his daily consumption of tea.
But no sense in wasting the fireplace over it. He gets to work getting a flame going, and as soon as it takes to the larger hunks of wood, England parks himself on the floor in front of it so he can start sorting his supplies. He keeps one of the nearby metal tools at his side, resting the pointed tip of it against the frame of the fireplace. You can never be too careful.
Though he hears the door open, he's more distracted by the gust of cold wind that blows in through it and sends a shiver through his whole body. He reaches for the fireplace poker and shifts his sitting position, so it's easier to spring away if he must.
Even though he's on guard, he mostly just sounds annoyed when he calls out without looking towards the entrance.] For God's sake, close the door!
wildcard ❧
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England | Axis Powers Hetalia | OTA
[England wasn't one to go gallivanting around in a blizzard, even with consideration given to his disposition for poor weather. It seemed to be a fair enough plan—wait until the snow let up and then start looking for a more sustainable food source—but entire days passed and the clouds showed no sign of emptying any time soon. Soon enough, it was going on a week, and things were starting to get a bit questionable. He's not easily frightened, and even this is more a minor disturbance than a cause for alarm, but he didn't sense anything magical about this place at all. So he's a bit worried.
Reluctantly, he returns to the network with a text post.]
There appear to be hands hanging from the ceiling in the house I'm occupying. Has anyone else had a similar encounter?
prompt three ❧
[Though England is quite used to managing without luxuries, he still feels immense relief when he's able to find a house with a working fireplace. If only he had tea. A blizzard he can deal with, but he was unprepared to be wrenched away from his daily consumption of tea.
But no sense in wasting the fireplace over it. He gets to work getting a flame going, and as soon as it takes to the larger hunks of wood, England parks himself on the floor in front of it so he can start sorting his supplies. He keeps one of the nearby metal tools at his side, resting the pointed tip of it against the frame of the fireplace. You can never be too careful.
Though he hears the door open, he's more distracted by the gust of cold wind that blows in through it and sends a shiver through his whole body. He reaches for the fireplace poker and shifts his sitting position, so it's easier to spring away if he must.
Even though he's on guard, he mostly just sounds annoyed when he calls out without looking towards the entrance.] For God's sake, close the door!
wildcard ❧
[If you've got another idea, hit me with a starter!]