SNK/Hetalia crossover. Enjoy! uwu
Fear is eating him. He can't stand on his two feet; his hands are clenched tightly on the edge of the roof. He eyes the bottom. The ground was once a lively road with shopkeepers and constant gossip within the town, now uneaten bodies and red tainted the once illustrious road.
His fingers are growing numb and the sound of his heart beating is all he could hear. He swallows hard and his eyes blur. He can't hear the maneuver gear in the distance and cries of his team finding him. He can't feel anything anymore except his fear.
On his knees, he crawls closer to the edge of the roof. The shouts of his name are growing closer and louder, but he can't tell if it's the fallen calling out to him or the real world behind him. He shakes his head, knowing this isn't right, but it was the only way out instead of being eaten. Joining the recon was like a death sentence.
His hand slips and he gasps for air. Adrenaline is consuming him second by second.
His hearing is more alert now, hearing a screaming voice for him to stop. He freezes, the beating of his heart hurting his chest. The voice, it's definitely coming from behind. He stood up too quickly, relieved to hear the voice who he thought was gone. He tried to turn, to see if his ears were not lying. "Y-"
His footing tricked him, sending him down to the bottom with the fallen. It happened too fast, his fall to his death.
"Kiku! No!" is the last thing he hears, his brother screaming his name.