Jemania

Panting, Hetalia leaned on the outer wall of one of the surrounding buildings, the sunbathed surface uncomfortably warm against his sweat-soaked shoulder. After bolting from the Cornucopia at top speed, switching streets every now and then to avoid a clear path from the mutts to him, he was almost breathless, his knees weak from the seemingly endless run and sudden lack of adrenaline. One thought managed to break through his fatigue, though; where was Homestuck? They were supposed to have run in the same direction... With some difficulty, Hetalia climbed the vines that had overgrown the building he had been leaning against and up to the roof