The Writer - 11.Escapee"Elisaveta, wait!" I hear Roderich's voice hoarsely calling out my name. Yet I paid no heed in all that. All I could focus on was running, running, running and more running. To go somewhere else far from Roderich's shadow that haunts me in my dreams. To leave the place I used to call my home. A comfort zone, which I had no right to claim again.The feeling of escaping continues to engulf me with its own madness. A circle of thoughts and wishes that encourages the fear inside of my chest. The thought of running itself makes me feel defenseless. I, Elizaveta Hérdévary, the strongest woman in the city, has broken down into a defens
ABCs of Hetalia Pairings - 2 (2/2)B is for Baumkuchen UK/Liechtenstein(part 2)I took a knife from the kitchen cupboard."Gott, why am I doing this?" I mumbled to myself as I cut my homemade baumkuchen into a small piece. I took two small plates and placed the sliced baumkuchen neatly.After you had left to continue your bet, my body moved on its own accord as I took the out the old spit and began making a batter for baumkuchen. I didn't think about anything but making it perfectly for your tastes. Wait... Did I just say that? That was odd. I never did that kind of thing before.What kind of feeling is this?It was new to me. A new kind of emotion I never had before