@ExokookieotakuI know this won't get views, but this fanfic was getting dusty between the drafts! I don't own hetalia. But I own the story-line.first version: 2. 12. 2018 edited: 13.04.2019
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"Gilbert, you can't cheat this time!" Elizabeth shouted after him. Gilbert grinned and ran around her. "That is no fair!" She cried.
Gilbert continued on irritating her until a knock was heard from the door.
"Sleep! Why are you awake?!" They practically jumped across the room into their beds and pulled their blankets over their heads in a messy attempt to faint sleeping. Gilbert couldn't help but giggle, in which it later turned into a laughter outburst. Elizabeth joined him, too.
Gilbert liked how Elizabeth laughed. He was only 13 years old when he had realized his interest for her. "I am going to marry you someday." Gilbert said with a calm voice and shut his eyes. "In your dreams," She replied while yawning. "That'd be enough, too." He covered his head.
"You are still awake?!" The woman yelled again with a slight tune of disappointment on her voice.
He wasn't ready for this. He had to wash the dishes. He hated working and doing chores. Hell, what were the other kids for? Eating and leaving shitty plates for him to wash? He was not in mood of even thinking about their excuses for not doing his chores. Egoistic.
"There is a spot you've missed." He sat the plate on the counter and turned around to face Elizabeth. "You'd make a decent wife." She joked. Gilbert seemed offended as Elizabeth seemingly had totally underestimated his manliness. Nonetheless, he didn't have the time to start bickering with her, instead he continued on washing and rinsing. Elizabeth joined him and helped him with drying the plates. It reduced the doubled load of work.
"Did you saw the new kid?" She asked casually. They were the eldest in the orphanage. They would have known immediately, if there was something new or someone new.
"Nah, you think I can itch my head with the loads of work I have gotten today?" Gilbert said sarcastically. Elizabeth nodded and wiped her hands on her apron. "We are finished. Wanna walk around?" She asked with a gesture of her hand. Gilbert was more than glad to join the girl he liked. But, he wasn't sure if she took his feelings serious.
They walked down to the yard and sat on a bench. The younger kids were playing with each other and singing. Gilbert enjoyed the view. They were his family. He had grown up with them. Mrs Barbara rang a bell which meant that the kids should gather in the hall for studying. Gilbert, Elizabeth and some older kids weren't pledged to join her. When the nuns and the kids were gone inside, Elizabeth exhaled a long sigh and stretched her legs wide; not in a so lady-like posture. "There is a new kid. He is super adorable, but he is deadly quiet." She crossed her arms and leaned forward. Gilbert watched her intently and pretended that he was listening, but all in reality, he was mesmerized by her. "He is quiet handsome, too." She noted. Gilbert snapped out of his illusion and faced the girl with wide eyes. "What do you mean, he is handsome?" He asked seriously. Elizabeth rarely admired someone's physical appearance and when she did, it meant that she really meant it or they were granted with some sort of alien like beauty. Gilbert felt unsafe. "Calm down, he is a kid. However, I believe once he grows up completely, he'd steal a lot of hearts." She shut her eyes and held her head down. Her brown hear hanged from her neck. "I don't think so." Gilbert defended himself. He had to be the one Elizabeth prised not some new kid, who he hadn't even seen before. "Ugh, Beilschmidt. Are you jealous?" Elizabeth smirked.
"Of course not! I am just stating the fact! Whatever... I don't care. I even haven't seen the kid." Gilbert said and clenched his hands to the wooden bench. "There he is! Look," Elizabeth shook him vigorously. Gilbert looked at the direction; he saw a blond boy with black pants and a white buttoned shirt. He was walking around silently and seemed to be observing everything. "That's the guy, isn't he handsome?" Gilbert had to admit that his eyes were peculiarly blue and his features were pleasant to watch, but he wasn't sure whether he was handsome or not. "I don't know. I am not a girl. Ask a girl." He shrugged his shoulders and pulled away from her iron grabs. Elizabeth blinked for a while and then sighed; suddenly she stood and walked toward the said blond boy. Gilbert watched her go without giving much affords on following her.
"Hey, who are you?" She chirped. The boy turned his head and mumbled. "What was that?" Elizabeth held her hand before her ear. "Ludwig," Elizabeth introduced herself and pulled the poor kid back to her place. Gilbert had crossed his legs and arms and wasn't looking at them; at least he tried not to.
"This old man is Gilbert." Elizabeth pointed at him. Gilbert didn't react, she held her finger close to his eye, he snapped. "Just because I am two days older, doesn't mean I am an old man!" Elizabeth laughed obnoxiously. Ludwig stared at them both, helplessly. "But your hair is white," Elizabeth poked again. Gilbert hissed a half curse word, before he met the pleading blue orbs of the younger boy. He cut halfway. "The devil is wrong with your face?" He said coldly. Ludwig's cheek turned red and cleared his throat. "I am Ludwig, nice to meet you." He held his hand out; Gilbert looked and shook it with a half sided smile. Elizabeth was right, Ludwig was handsome.
a) "She has been with me for five years." Gilbert told Ludwig about himself and Elizabeth. It had been a month since Ludwig had been transferred into their orphanage. Ludwig was very calm, but rageful on times. Not to forget, he was a clean freak much to Gilbert's favour.
They got along pretty good, although they weren't alike. Elizabeth was always with them, like a friend to Gilbert and a sister to Ludwig. Gilbert hadn't yet received an answer to his confession, but he was sure that Elizabeth wasn't into Ludwig, either. Gilbert liked them both, a lot, mainly because they weren't constantly nagging around his ears to do things on the standard way.
Even he was the oldest between his best friends; he needed to be taken care of the most. Ludwig as the youngest was actually the wisest. Things were going happily, until one day Ludwig and Gilbert came back to their orphanage from a short walk, and couldn't find Elizabeth anymore. They searched everywhere, until one of the nuns told them that she was sent with a family; a filthy rich family who apparently had a boy as old as Elizabetha. She was lucky. She could end alone like Gilbert, but no, she had found a family. Gilbert wondered, whether Elizabeth actually considered him as someone or not. He was broken. Betrayer, he thought. When the news reached to his ears, he had just smiled and slowly walked out to the yard. He sank slowly down onto the bench and looked at the empty place beside him. He stared at it for long, thinking about many things. Couldn't she say goodbye? Could he meet her again? He remained silent for an hour until his eyes started to burn and so, he cried quietly. He wiped his face hurriedly, because a man should not cry for whatever reason he has. He had always tried to prove it to Elizabetha, for so long.
Elizabetha had been his only hope and the only one he had in his life! She left him. So cruel of her. Despite knowing everything, she left him all alone. Had she forgotten the time he was trying to hang himself, because he was desperately alone? Probably. Gilbert held his head in his hands and blinked his tears quietly.
"Gilbert?" He looked at his side, which was the place Elizabeth normally sat, but now was occupied by Ludwig. He sat straight and cleaned his face. "Don't cry," "am not crying." He lied. "Your nose is red and running, so do your eyes. Don't lie." Ludwig stated accurately. Gilbert couldn't help but smile at the younger.
"You are right," Gilbert stood up and looked at the entrance door. It didn't matter anymore. From that day on, he put Elizabetha in his past, and pulled Ludwig close to his future. After all, he had Ludwig. Ludwig; so good like a brother, so smart like a guardian, and so handsome like an actor. It would pass by, within one year, and then he could bury everything away or forget them. But, no matter where he would go, he would always carry and take Ludwig with him.
"You are right," Gilbert said with a warm smile to Ludwig. "I am going to turn 18 and then I can leave here." Gilbert said, while kicking a rock. Ludwig appeared thoughtful and observing. He looked at the elder and nodded his head.
"I am coming with you." He said. That was enough for Gilbert to enlighten his heart again. It was like a flame that warmed his life, again.
Whether Ludwig had meant it to make him feel better or to say something heart-warming, Gilbert had bought it as real and was going to take him with. He had bought his words. Ludwig would go with him.
This is my first historical fanfic of hetalia that I am posting here. I hope you enjoy reading it.
