Seven Days | A LietPol Crime Fanfiction
"I just want you to know, Toris, that I took the wrong path," Feliks said solemnly.
Toris broke his attention from the horizon of the city. It was almost dark, and the two of them were still relaxing on the roof of the fairly tall building.
"I don't understand what you're talking about," Toris replied, and he laughed nervously. Feliks's declaration was out of place, and overall, unexpected.
"Of course you don't understand," Feliks said. Then he stood up, turned on his heel, and left Toris still sitting on the roof, clueless. After a few steps, Feliks turned back around.
"What are you waiting for? Let's get outta here, before someone catches us."
Toris obliged and stood up to follow.
Art in the cover is not mine.
Hetalia doesn't belong to me.