Someone was watching him, if the prickles at the back of his neck were any indication. The Swede glanced up momentarily, and was surprised to find that it was Russia staring at him. Very intensely, one might add. "Do you want s'mething?" Berwald asked, as he tilted his head to the side. He...
C
ountry:
America.
Name:
Alfred F. Jones.
Age:
Appears to be in his early twenties, far older.
Gender:
Male. He/him pronouns.
Orientation:
Homoflexible.
Appearance:
A
relatively tall young man, with poofy blond hair...
If he's not taken already, could I reserve America? I can't complete the character sheet at this current moment in time - school internet tends to be relatively unreliable.
Sweden leaned casually against the counter, doing nothing in particular. He wasn't quite sure what was happening - so fast the events had moved, and so was keeping to himself. The white-blonde male made no sound as his icy eyes roved the room, looking as a few of the others interacted with each...