Red. Complete, total redness was all that he could see. It obscured his vision, but it didn't even matter, because he was drenched in thick, goopy, redness of his own: his blood.
Abruptly, he dropped to his knees, his hands swiftly holding his side by complete instinct. He gasped for breath, taking quick and short ones, because it was too hard to inhale in a relaxed manner.
A low, deep, and masculine voice chuckled, stepping forward and kneeling down to look at the bent man before him. "Not so tough anymore, huh, my little sunflower?" The same man reached into his pocket, withdrawing a pistol from his hold. He held it against the other's head.
The one with the injury winced, looking right up into the taller man's piercing gaze. He was left breathless yet once more, just staring into the unusually colored pools of eyes, completely mesmerized. Fear, dread, distress, anxiety, worry, and all the others in the mix, were overwhelming him at the terrifying moment, but he swallowed them back with a large gulp. Tears threatened to leak out of his eyes like a faucet, but he blinked them back as well.
Before him, the man just grinned creepily, about to pull the trigger of the black, shiny gun.
A shot rang out.
How had he ended up in this situation again? Oh, yes, it had all started with that American . . .
~ Hetalia! ~
Oh, hello! Yes, another story, another baby to work on! You Can't Distort Love was the winner of the poll, by a landslide! Congratulations to all of you who wanted this story, because here it is!
I'm sorry that this chapter took so long to post on! The Fanfiction Type 2 Error wouldn't let me add on a new story! The first chapter should be up soon, though!
~Aly208
