Literature
America x Reader: Through the skies
“Whohoo! This works perfectly!”
You were standing on top of a skateboard you had made yourself, surfing down the dim streets of your well-known Aethali*. The engine behind you whirred, not too loud, and not completely silent, as it sped up your speed down the streets, which was more or less devoid of people, making it the perfect testing-grounds of your newest invention.
This was what you normally did; you would find some gears and items scattered around on the streets, bring them home, and make something new out of it. Your parents were not too happy about your hobby, wishing you instead would do something others your age would