Sup~ Just wanted to say I don't own Hetalia~ Continue on.


Toris:

Feliks held my hand tightly, swinging it between us as we walked. He talked in a hushed voice, keeping himself calm. We maneuvered through a maze of abandoned cars, broken down and left for dead. Like everything nowadays. The sun was setting, and I was beginning to get worried, the safe house was at least another hour or so away.

"Are we like close yet? Its like totally getting dark fast!" Feliks muttered.

"Yeah. I think so. We need to walk a bit faster though." I explained to him. With that said, I pulled his hand and we started walking faster.

The sun disappeared behind buildings as we approached the looming safe house.

"Toris?"

I glanced down at Feliks with a smile, his voice had a small, nervous shake to it. "Yeah?"

"May I have a kiss before we go in?" He flushed and glanced around warily.

I smiled. His normal demeanor had disappeared with the question. He hated being cooped up in the safe house. I leaned down and planted a small kiss to Feliks lips and he eagerly wrapped his arms around my neck. This was what I truly continued to fight for. Him. His happiness. His love. I would fight forever.

He pulled away and took my hand again.

"Lets go then..." He muttered sadly