Is That Really the Truth? I (Hetalia X Reader)RQ

Full Title: Is That Really the Truth? I (Hetalia X Ghost! Soilder! Reader) RQ 

[R/C] - Random Country (Please refrain from using one of the countries of the G-8 including China)
[C/W] - Curse Word



Warning:
    Slight violence. includes blood and guns. I don't think it's so bad I need to put up a block. Don't like blood, don't read it. Simple as that.
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~Reader's POV (3rd person)~

    [Name] ran through the war torn streets of the nearby deserted city. She was being chased by a group of five men from her own military after the most recent skirmish in [R/C].

    'What the hell did I do wrong? Fight in the goddamn army?!' [Name] thought to herself as she turned hard right off of the main street and into an alleyway, '[C/W] this! Is I'm going to go to jail or die I'm going out with a fight!'

    [Name] turned around and pulled out her M-9, shooting the whole clip at the group of her five pursuers. From the 15 bullets from her sidearm only two bullets made contact with anyone, proving that these people were faster that she originally thought. Two bullets pierced two hearts as blood sprayed in the faces of the other three, and their bodies fell to the ground with a sickening crunch, but the remaining just kept after [Name] as if the loss of their comrades was a gift.

    "AHHHH!" Her cry rang throughout the deserted streets of the city. No, she hadn't been pierced by a knife or a bullet or fell down a cliff. She had tripped and fallen over a cement brick sticking out of the hot sandy ground in the middle of the alley.

    [Name] didn't have any time to sit down and think of an elaborate plan to escape so she jumped to her feet and aimed her M-9 at one of the pursuers. With her free hand she drew her combat knife and pointed it at another, leaving one open to attack her.

    "Why do you want to kill me?" She asks the three masked people.
    The tallest one looked at the other and nodded, "We are here to kill you because know classified information."
    "What information do I know that's classified?!" [Name] questioned the three currently moving her head and weapons to ensure none of them are advancing in on her.
    "Feliciano Vargas, Lovino Vargas, Ludwig and Gilbert Beilschmidt, Honda Kiku. Do these names sound familiar to you, [Name]?" The medium tall guy inquired.
    "Yes! Did you do something to them?!" She asked getting really tried of their questioning, "They're nations! If you hurt them, you dama...!" "That is why you must be eliminated. You know of their existence!" The shortest said charging at her and knocking the knife out of her hand. She fired her gun to the middle of his forehead and watched as the blood mixed with the open air as she turned heel and began running once again.

    Tears mixed with your sweat as [Name] realizes why she was trying to be eliminated from this world.
    'I remember Germany saying that them being nations was a secret, but if they trusted a human enough they could tell the human and they wouldn't suffer any consequences. They told me and now here I am being chased by some assassins, Just kill me now!' She though to herself letting rage poison her mind.

    SPLOCH

    A bullet made contact with [Name]'s heart from behind and she fell to the ground prone, body losing heat with each passing second and more and more blood staining the ground below.

    "Miss [Name], you have officially been removed from your post in the military and your life must be taken. Orders of the G-8. Sleep well, the tallest said, removing the mask from his face and continued to watch her as blood stained the sand below a hateful red. A red so hateful it matches the hate she feels towards the G-8, even as a ghost.