A/N: read a/n at end for notes.

This chapter is rated T for the curse words I was ever so delighted to insert.

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Prologue

It was a cold, rainy, windy day. The temperature must have been at most 50 degrees Fahrenheit without wind. My parents were at a friend's house. Normally, my parents always take me to see Roderich. I began to worry when the rain became heavier and the wind became stronger. I was also worried because I was afraid something happen between our two families and I wasn't told about it. But, boy, I was right. Something did happen. His family and the rest of my family got some 'great' idea. They decided that they would send me to live with Roderich. Now, that wasn't too bad when they told me. The bad part is that the reason I was staying there was to marry Roderich when we became of age. They said it would show the strength and peace between the Hungarians and Austrians. I didn't want to marry a guy I saw as a childhood friend, and a childhood friend only!

The day I moved into Roderich Edelstein's mansion was the day I decided I would be a boy. Roderich couldn't marry a guy, right? I told new people I met that my name was Daniel Hedéváry rather than Elizabeta. I cut off all my hair to my chin and put as much of it as I could into a small ponytail. At the time I was 11 so I could easily be thought as a boy chest wise. Now that I'm 17 I had to buy corsets and breast binders to make me look flat, wear baggy clothes, and try my very hardest not to sound like a woman when I talked. Dialect was easy, but the pitch was always somewhat difficult.

When my parents returned that day and told me the news, I was infuriated. I did not want an arranged marriage, especially to a guy I saw as a friend. I had my adult life all planned in my head. Obviously when I was that young I didn't really know much about being adult. I wanted to marry freely, have two children, live here in Austria so I could be close to Roderich, have a grand house in the forest, own lots of horses. Now I can only guarantee a grand house, being too close to Roderich, and I can probably have as many horses as I want. That still wouldn't make me happy.

After what was to occur settled in, I made the horrible decision, out of rage, of running outside. Where to, I hadn't decided. I just ran as fast and as far as I could non-stop. I was freezing, soaked completely, shivering, pissed off, crying, scared of what was to come, and in a fit of coughing. I finally just collapsed on the ground. It hurt to cough, but I couldn't help it. I got all muddy and even wetter if it's possible. I heard a faint "Elizabeta!" being called in the distance through the thunder and rain. I tried to get up and run, but I, again, collapsed in the mud. Someone wrapped their arms around my waist. I began to kick and hit with my numb limbs. I heard my mom crying, and then I decided to calm down. I hated seeing her upset. I stopped fighting and tried to hold the coughs. My father carried me over to my mother who held an umbrella. She was always known to be strong, but to carry me at eleven years, I at the time, thought it would be extremely hard. She carried me like she did when I was very small; an arm under my bottom, her head resting on mine, and her other hand on the back of my neck. My father carried the umbrella and we walked home. I wanted to cling to her, but I couldn't tell if I was or not, everything was wet and cold and numb.

We arrived home and my father pulled out the medical cot my mother uses for patients that come to her. He put it in front if the fire and then she laid me down on the cot. My father got me blankets and then went out to get my mother something from a store. She got me fresh clothes and changed me. As soon as I was dry and warm I sat up and pleaded for her to forgive me and cried how sorry I was. She forgave me and told me to never ever run out like that. When my father got home he had cough syrup, then mother gave me the appropriate dose amount. I apologized to my father and he also forgave me. Later that night, I woke up in a fit of coughs. At that point I was mentally telling myself how stupid it was to run out in that weather and from then on listen to my mother's advisory. My throat hurt terribly, so did my chest. I regret that decision so much to this day. Now I easily get relapses of non-stop coughing.

I currently live in Roderich's house, but I spend most of my time outside. He treats me oddly, quite differently from when we were younger. He puts distance between us when we sit, yet when I am concerned about something or deep in thought he will put his hand on my shoulder or my back. Sometimes he actually holds my hand. I never respond to any of his gestures. Sometimes I am shocked even when he barely touches me; though, I accept that fact that he is trying to comfort me. Sometimes I feel a little sympathy for him. Maybe he actually sees past the way I have been dressing and acting for the past 6 almost 7 years. Perhaps he does love me like a fiancee and does want to marry me out of love rather than arrangement. I just don't feel the same way. I also have a feeling that Roderich is worried for my mental state on the whole idea of us getting married in the next few months.

I turn eighteen August twentieth. About two months from now. I would appreciate my turning eighteen if it wasn't for the wedding being the same day. I think it's cliché to be married the day of your 18th birthday, but whatever. I've always loved my parents very much. Lately I have been finding it awkward to even speak with them. It's also awkward to talk to Roderich's parents. They told me the day I moved in that if I needed anything at all they would get it for me, and that they were always there for me and so were my parents. Dresses, hair things, blouses, skirts, shoes, sewing things, makeup, education, flowers, personal maids, they were dead serious about it, too -note that they didn't mention pants.

I do love Roderich greatly; it's just hard to love him in a way others want me to. I had my wedding dress measured out already, and its ready to be altered depending on wether I gain or loose weight or magically happen to grow taller. Roderich always tries to coddle me when we're alone or if his parents want to show off to other relatives our engagement. He always makes me dress up for dinner in the dresses his mother had ordered up for me. He says it makes him uncomfortable sometimes when I dress like a boy. Dinners here aren't even that special. We sit, eat, talk about our day, and any announcements are made then. It's always me, Roderich, and his parents, and the occasional dinner guest or guests that is usually related to the Edelsteins.

I usually spend my days outside just sitting. Sometimes I will go out to the market or go for a walk. I have a private tutor that comes four days a week to educate me in reading, writing, math, history, and German language and culture. I speak Hungarian, English, and standard German. Usually, around here we speak English, but when I'm at the market I speak German. When I'm nervous or want to say something to someone but don't want them to know what I am saying I will speak Hungarian. And come to think of it, one of Roderich's maids speaks Italian and she teaches it to me when she is bored. The only friends I have are Roderich and the little young Italian maid. There's this really big Turkish guy and his Mongolian buddy who always tease me. They know I am a girl; they've known me since I was 6. They were always kind of buttheads, though. Oh and that Romanian bastard. He always stuck his nose in my business and picked fights. Sometimes he would win, but I mostly beat his ass. We used to get in fights in school when we were paired up for work. I broke his arm once, then I was waiting for him to come back to school and make me pay, but I never got to see that day because I left to live with Roderich.

One day I decided I wasn't going to be a lump and do nothing so I headed to the market. On the way there some dumbass toppled me. That is a particularly difficult feat, but it happened.

A/N: eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. So hiiii. This is prologue to "Gilbird". It is a PruHun with a little one-sided AusHun. So if you aren't pro PruHun, don't leave hate ok? Anything BUT hate is welcome in the reviews. Haha 'but' is in bold harrrh. You'll probably ending up figuring out why I titled it "Gilbird" later on. I put a tipofd in the summary. That up there is just kinda just a short backstory/foreseeing to help you better understand later events. I will do my best to upload like every 3-7 days give or take. Probably more close to 5 though.

Notes on the little refs I made:

- I used one of Hungary's nyo names (Daniel)

- I altered the canon that Hungary thought she was a boy into the theme that she crossdresses (lack for a better term)

- Standard German is what I consider as the dialect people from Germany speak. Austrian, and Swiss are both German languages but they have different dialect/words for different things like American english is to British english.

- It is canon that when Hungary was beginning to become a country she would play with the horses

- It is also canon that Turkey and Mongolia picked on Hungary when she was a small country

- They still think Italy/chibitalia is a girl

Ok baiiiiiii 3 thank you for reading!~