This is a one shot I've not yet proofread. Please excuse my grammatical slip-ups. I also feel like I should tell you that when writing this, I wasn't exactly thinking. I'm not sure if that made sense, but I was simply writing freely, like nothing else mattered. Therefore, I apologize for how nonsensical this might be to you.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. All rights go to the original owner.

Roderich,

I don't think you even begin to understand just how agonizing this is for me.

I live on, accepting answers which I'm thoroughly positive aren't true. Yet, I continue on, knowing that you'll stay lying to me.

To both of us really. To both myself and Gilbert.

You know my feelings toward him, but I am also aware of the way he admires you. It's not fake and phony, it's real, whole-hearted. I'm of knowledge that you return that, am I not correct?

Tell me you love me, with all your living existence. Tell him you hate him, with all your given meaning.

They're lies you feed us, Roderich, lies.

Go on, plant the empty words of false adoration in my mind. Situate untruthful statements of resent in his.

I'd just like to ask you why. Why you'd pain us like this.

I love you, you don't love me. Gilbert loves you, you love Gilbert.

How can you not see this? You can't possibly be that oblivious, you aren't that oblivious.

The anguish you cause me will surely lie for eternity in my pained heart, but think of the happiness you and Gilbert would experience if you just told him.

You need to do it, you need to speak with him about it. Otherwise, who knows what the reckless fool might do? I'm a fairly strong woman, I've had to be. I can handle whatever you throw my way.

Just not…this. This situation I'm in. The one where there are two of us you're torturing when they're can be a single one.

I'm the sole purpose of that. I know the only reason you remain with me and put this act up is because you're worried of me committing drastic, terrible actions if you weren't. I mean, it's not like you don't care an ounce for me.

Therefore I say go. Go to him, Roderich, go to your beloved. Think of the love you'd both receive from each other, it'll be wonderful. Leave me with at least the small exultation of knowing you were content when you did. Please don't let my attempts at you two's pleasure result in vain.

I wish you the only the best,

Elizabeta Hedervary