This story was inspired by a something I read in Spanish class.

Lately I've been writing/drawing Prussia and Hungary nonstop. However, I'm not a true PruHun shipper. I support one-sided when Prussia loves her, but she doesn't feel the same about him. I do love their friendship.

The doorbell rang, dragging Elizabeta from her thoughts of her husband. Rising from her favorite armchair, she set aside her novel and got to her feet. The visitor rang again, impatiently.

"I'm coming, I'm coming."

When she wrenched the door open, she found a familiar man on her doorstep, the same smirk on his lips that he'd worn the last time she'd seen him. It had been so long, almost nine years, since she'd witnessed that infuriating sneer.

"Liz." Her name carried a sort of relief with it, as though he'd been holding it in his chest all that time. He still had the same mischievous glint in his scarlet eyes that she remembered from her childhood.

"Gilbert."

The albino stood in her doorway before spreading his arms in nervous anticipation. "You gonna greet your most awesome friend?"

She embraced him reflexively. His arms were thicker and stronger as they fastened themselves around her shoulders, her head fitting neatly into the crook of his neck. He even smelled the same – that faint mixture of cologne, sweat, and the outdoors. Suddenly he was laughing, chest rumbling against hers.

"You know, you used to be taller than me." He sighed finally, looking down at her with painful familiarity. "Kept telling me that my 'big head' was too heavy for my body to grow right."

She lowered her face, hiding from him the smile on her twitching lips. His voice was deeper now. It was still husky, but fuller than before.

Releasing her, he stepped back, flexing his shoulders to hide his uncertainty. "So, how've you been?"

"Not bad." Elizabeta heard herself say. "I'm married now."

A shadow flickered across his pale face, followed by a teasing pout. "You didn't invite me?"

Gilbert still sounded the same when he whined, drawing out the syllables in long, irritating notes. He sounded like an out-of-tune violin.

"I'm sorry, Gilbert. I would've, but I lost track-"

He tapped her shoulder with his fist, pulling a punch he might not have in the past. "Don't worry about it. I probably wouldn't've made it, anyway."

"Oh?" An arched eyebrow quirked. "And what's so important that you would miss your best friend's wedding?"

"The service." He shrugged, hands jammed awkwardly into his pockets in an uncharacteristic show of discomfort. "I went to a military school and got shipped out to a base in Germany for four years. Just got done last year."

"In that case, welcome back." Her smile slipped as she shivered, rubbing her bare arms as the cool, autumn air breezed into the mudroom. "Hey, you wanna come in?"

His eyes said yes, but his lips said no. Stubbornly shaking his head, the young man backed away. "Nah, I was just in the area and thought I'd look you up."

"No, Gilbert, it's fine. I'll make some coffee and we can catch up-"

"I've got a train to catch." He announced, consulting his watch. "I got a job offer from the middle of nowhere I've gotta respond to."

Her chest tightened, but she grinned anyway. "Good luck, then. I hope it turns out alright."

"Oh, it will." He cackled. His laugh was still the same, that annoying, throaty chuckle that seemed to hiss from his lips. "Give me a couple weeks and those brats'll be damn near awesome."

"What brats?"

His face split into a familiar, self-satisfied smirk, the same one Elizabeta had seen everyday from kindergarten to twelfth grade. "My students."

Turning on his heel, he offered his once-best friend one last wave of farewell. She could see him sneering as he climbed into his car, but as he pulled out of the driveway, she was certain that there were tears on his cheeks.

The next part is Prussia's point of view, though still written in third person. I must say that it's much more in sightful than this version.