HAPPY BIRTHDAY COFFEE! Well I know this is a bit morbid looking, but every time I say something like “you should see how gross and creepy X/Y is” you pop up like “try me”. Like damn it, I can’t beat a nurse, can I? So this type of cheap horror movie-ish image came to mind.
I hope you have a lovely day, I am so fortunate to have met you, and you deserve a lifetime of good things!
Turkey narrowed his eyes and glared coldly at the boy. He appeared to know a little too much to be
a simple feral nation.
“Who are you?”
“Wallachia!” the boy declared with immense pride.
“Wallachia?” Turkey grimaced. This little animal of a nation was the other part of Bulgaria’s former
Empire? That simply could not be.
“The one and only,” Wallachia replied with a grin, pulling out another rock from a little leather
pouch tied to his belt, throwing it up in the air and catching it with expert precision.
Turkey watched him with unease.
The kid wasn’t human, which mean he probably shouldn’t take him for granted.
Physically he was clearly older than Wallachia, but Turkey didn’t lower his guard just yet.
Wallachia had successfully wounded him.
That was no mere feat.
an excerpt from “First. Not Last” the historical fic that @ottomanliest and i commissioned from the wonderful @caffinatedstory of turk and ro’s first meeting. coffee is a brilliant author and was amazing to work with! 10/10, would commission again ;D