Hey. Mikishami here. :) So recently I got addicted and REALLY OBSESSED with EngHun... but now it suddenly stopped. Because of... yeah. I wrote this oneshot as something like a 'Goodbye, EngHun'. -_-" Ugh man. My life turned boring again, and I can't seem to rekindle the EngHun Love fire... all because of... Argh! :(

Disclaimer: Me no own Hetalia. But I do wish that I owned Iggy... and Male Hungary.

"Austria will be back from his six month trip tomorrow in the afternoon."

…

"… I know."

Arthur gazed at the wall as he held Elizaveta loosely in his arms, slowly stroking her brown hair.

He knew it was temporary. Really. Even since that time when they both got drunk and mysteriously woke up in the same hotel room… even since that time when they'd agreed to become 'friends with benefits' – at least until Austria came back.

Elizaveta pulled the covers up to their shoulders, shivering slightly. It had been raining nonstop for about two days now, and she swore that the temperature had gone down by probably a hundred degrees. The Hungarian beauty moved herself even closer to the English gentleman, trying to get warmer, and Arthur adjusted his arm so that she was using it as a pillow. Satisfied and comfortable enough with her current position, Elizaveta yawned and closed her eyes, already feeling sleepy.

"You don't have to worry about a thing, Eliza," the Englishman reassured, trying to hide the disappointment in his voice. "I'll be gone by early morning, without a trace of me ever being here… so don't worry."

The tomboyish Héderváry woman groggily mumbled something in response and nuzzled her nose against his chest. Arthur just chuckled softly at this, finding it quite adorable. His feelings of rejection and sadness went away for a while as he gazed at her peaceful sleeping face. After a while, though, he turned his line of sight back to the wall, those negative feelings coming around again and causing him to furrow his eyebrows.

The former pirate captain tightened his hold on the woman all snuggled up beside him.

This was their last night together.

And Arthur was unable to fulfill his goal – at the beginning of their so-called 'relationship', Iggy swore that he would make Elizaveta fall in love with him throughout their limited time of being together.

But he failed.

Nothing seemed to change. Nothing at all.

Yes, he knew it was temporary. He knew she didn't love him. He knew she didn't give a damn about him.

And he knew he loved her with all his heart.

Arthur sighed, a melancholy look crossing his face. He buried his nose in Elizaveta's soft, apple-and-cinnamon-smelling hair, giving in to the drowsiness nagging at him for a while now.

He didn't notice the single tear that rolled down his cheek.

It was still dark outside, and rain was pouring down on the roof of the quaint house.

England's eyes flitted open, only to be met by Hungary's calm, sleeping face. Arthur gave a sad smile, studying her features. She really is one of a kind, he thought.

It was just too bad that he couldn't have her.

Arthur gently extracted his arm (which was supporting Elizaveta's head), careful not to wake her up. Successfully doing so, he immediately searched for and changed into a white polo and jeans – he did have a flight to catch, after all.

Honestly speaking, Iggy did not want to leave. But he had no choice. He wanted her, but she wanted someone else. She'll be better off without me, he always chanted to himself – and this was exactly what he was thinking now. The feelings of rejection, sorrow and pain came back with a vengeance, and England felt his heart give a pang. It was painful to even breathe.

Iggy slipped on a jacket and exited the building he knew he wasn't going to enter for a very long while. He didn't dare look back at her. It hurt too much.

He stalked forward towards the airport, the rain mixing with his tears.