They say that the best cure for writer's block is to start something new. Plus, this was a neat idea and I love LietPol. I don't own Hetalia, blah blah blah.
Toris scrambled away as fast as he could. A glance behind him reminded him of the pursuers after him. Between the trees he could still see the bright glows of the torches that the villagers held.
"I think I saw it go this way!"
He weaved between the trees as well as he could. His bare feet scratched against the dirt and the roots of the trees as he ran. His arms were bruised from the many collisions he had. His chest burned with exertion.
I have to hide! I have to hide! Toris thought as he leaned against a tree for support.
Out of the corner of his eye he spotted exactly what he needed.
A cave. Cover. Salvation.
He stumbled into it just as the villagers emerged from the trees.
"Where'd it go?"
"I don't know! It just up and vanished!"
"There's something moving over there! This way!"
The shadows on the walls of the cave shifted to the other side. Toris slumped against the wall of the cave and let out a sigh of relief. He was safe.
For now.
He looked around the cave. There was plenty of space and it seemed... cozy. Okay, maybe that wasn't the proper word but he would be able to work with it until he was caught again.
He went to the very center of the cave's floor. He curled up as comfortably as he could. Then he fell into a restless sleep.
Feliks looked around at the other knights surrounding him. Elizabeta, the only person in the entire training camp that was interesting to talk to, was standing all the way in the front. They were all gathered on the training grounds staring up at their captain. Feliks was in the middle of the crowd so he was practically out of view.
So he put a hand on his cheek and sighed at how utterly boring this speech was going to be.
"My fellow knights," Ludwig shouted down at them. "We have a situation."
"Like, when do we not have a situation?" Feliks snarked beneath his breath.
"It appears that there is a dragon that has settled near the village," Ludwig explained.
That was when Feliks perked up with interest. A gleam filled his eyes and his lips quirked up.
"I want everyone to be on their guard. No one is to go alone and no one is to confront it directly until I come up with a plan." Ludwig saluted his men below. "Dismissed!"
All of the knights saluted back at him. "Yes, Captain!"
The crowd dispersed and Feliks made a beeline toward Elizabeta. She paused when noticed him, then waved him over with a smile.
"Hey!" she said cheerfully.
He looked her in the face with bright eyes. "Lizzie, I will do whatever you want for the rest of my life; I just need you to, like, please take over my patrol shift tonight."
She stifled a laugh. A grin spread across her face. "You're gonna fight the dragon, aren't you?"
"Gawd yes, I'm gonna fight the dragon!" Feliks answered. "This is, like, the only reason why I join these drab knights! I need this!"
She placed her arms behind her head. "Well..." she said teasingly. "Since this is so important to you, I guess I could take over just one shift."
Feliks launched himself into a hug. "Oh my god! Thank you thank you thank you thank you-"
She carefully pried him off of her. "Hurry up and get out of here before Luddy notices," she said with a laugh.
He eagerly dashed out with his sword over his shoulder.
Okay, this was a cute little idea I'd already had in my head for a while and I finally have enough energy to start so...
Review, please
