Literature
The Quill Conspiracy PART ONE ReaderXHetalia
The sound of heavy boots ramming the mud soaked ground. The sting of light rain on fresh wounds. The feel of salty tears running down your face as you ran. Ran for your life. Ran for the sake of the world. Your heart beat so fast you could hear it pounding in your ears. Your breath came out in ragged gasps, each pant threatening to be your last. But you had to keep going. Your legs ached like hell but you had to keep running, had to concentrate on the mind-numbing rhythm of your strides. You lost your footing in the slick mud and tumbled forward, your legs giving way. You kneeled there, covered in blood and unmentionable muck, bruised all ove