My lovelies, I do not own Hetalia, nope nope.
Do not dare ask for my kiss while you lust after his. I will not permit such cruelty within my life anymore. With you my sweet, I am completely finished. This is our last goodbye to one another yet again, but I pledge to all That I stand for that this single farewell is to be our final and forever goodbye. I cannot take the pain you cause me much longer, it cripples me at my core, I have no rational thinking nor feeling as of late. I have shed a tear too many over you and what is not to be, my dear Roderich, you return my feelings emptily and for this i shall grow cold to you. My heart lays broken at your crude ignorances blame, and yet you still do not take notice. I have prayed you would come to see the beautiful love we could create within each other's would as if it were to unite at last.
Gilbert couldn't control the emotions raging within him. What was the point of trying to bring that silly oaf of a man to proper sense? Couldn't Roderich see that nothing should be tearing these two apart, but bringing them together? No, he thought, There is nothing that would even unite us. He crumpled up the paper and haphazardly threw it toward the direction of the waste basket. The small simple bucket had been empty when the Prussian had started his attempts at writing to his blind hearted Austrian love, but was now overflowing onto the carpeted floor. Maybe one of Gilbert's many diaries could be of help. Or at least could cause a distraction until he were to fall into an unconscious, dreamless sleep. You would assume that he would be used to the pain by now, when the heart is broken, the sleep is restless and tiresome, and the silver haired man had dealt with plenty heartbreak. It seemed to come effortlessly when Roderich was the unsuspecting victim of Gilbert's affection. But what would the aristocrat think if he actually knew what was going on within his companion's mind and heart. Would he be able to accept this and possibly even- no, he wouldn't, he couldn't. The harsh ranting taking place within his head was giving him a headache and maybe Gilbert would be able to skip reading tonight and just fall into his sleepless coma.
The sun shone through the open window just behind the still sleeping Prussian when Roderich walked through the elegant double doors. It appeared that Gilbert had passed out at the desk while writing, again. A slight noise of disgust slipped out from behind Roderich's lips as he glanced around the floor littered with papers. Absentmindedly, he picked one of the tattered and crumpled papers up and to read, but quickly shoved it into his pocket once Gilbert started to stir, his silver hair sending a bright shade over the room making it look like a picture of elegant chaotic beauty.
"Luddy, no~ don't cook Gilbird! Fuck you," The Prussian's harsh words shattered the scene and felt like a dagger penetrating the Austrian's heart, "I don't wanna~~Kesesese."
Chuckling to himself at his foolishness, Roderich left the room and gently shut the large doors on his way out as not to wake the troubled boy who was only peaceful in slumber as of late. What Roderich didn't know was that Gilbert had awakened as soon as he heard the crumpled paper in his friend's hand. His heart raced as blood rushed into his face, embarrassment and anger fueled his inner irritable flame into a horrendous scorching within his body. Gilbert jumped out of the space he had somehow managed to fall asleep on and looked through all of the papers upon the floor to hopefully try to find out which sliver of pain had been taken from him and shown to the cause of his sorrow. Frantically, he rifled through every last scrap of paper that had been around the presumed area of Roderich's presence. Nothing truly important was to be found in that spot other than a few pages with only a few words of nonsense on them with vicious scribbles slashing out what might have been a mistake or unwanted word. Blushing, he got up, dusted himself off, and waltzed out of the library, nothing so bad would come from a scribble or two written in scroll.
"Jó reggelt Mr. Beilschmidt," Elizabeta smiled up at Gilbert, oblivious to the short tempered fuse slowly ticking away, "did you sleep well?"
"Guten Morgen nuisance, another bright cheery, overly annoying as all Hell day for you now is it?"
"Why you no good selfishly rude seggfej!" Elizabeta scoffed, "Go ruin someone else's day how about that? I've done nothing to you other than wish you a well morning and you have the nerve to-" Her ranting was cut off as Gilbert forced her against the closest wall and trapped her beneath his body.
"Shut. Up." His low threatening growl sent terrified shivers down her spine, "Not everyone has it as easy and pleasantly as you, damn female." Gilbert spat the harsh words in her face and released her just as swiftly as he had contained her. His outburst was enough to shatter Elizabeta's insides, but she wouldn't dare show that on her exterior, especially not to him and right after his stupid little petty words that she knew were only meant to be hurtful and were fueled by rage, not that he meant it...Or did he? Gilbert had already started walking away, but Elizabeta was damn well going to get her rage out if she knew it might also snap him out of his mood.
"Get back here!" She charged and roughly grabbed his arm and twisted him around to face her just as her hand made contact with his face. "Mind your damn manners, especially when you speak to a woman!"
Holding his face that was marked red by her strong, well worked hands. It was always so easy to forget the strength the Hungarian woman held behind her soft, sweet facade. Thankfully though, she helped him clear his mind and see how unreasonable he had been. "Elizabeta, I am so sorry, I didn't mean any of that, I-"
"I know you didn't Gilbert, or at least I hoped you didn't," Her smile brightened her face to a soft angelic glow and oddly enough, it tugged at his heart. "Now, go clean whatever mess is upsetting you, you dimwit."
He watched as she continued on with her morning duties heading down the hall. Gilbert couldn't do much more than stand alone in the now empty hallway thinking on Elizabeta's words.
"Perhaps I will go on a walk, calm down as she said, then maybe…" Gilbert let his words drop on empty ears as he also started his slow walk out to the vast and beautiful gardens behind Roderich's grand house. All of the greenery was in full bloom and coloured the gardens bright, vibrant colours that covered the spectrum. A gentle breeze ruffled the albino's blinding hair. Gilbert had left the study with one problem gnawing on his mind, but left the house with two. What was he to do? He was just a simple man who just so happened to be unbelievably awesome. The thought pulled forth a sly smirk. Arrogant, Gilbert had always been arrogant and it was best fitted on him which helped hide his few insecurities. No one would assume the albino held a dark, demented, and horribly twisted tormented child inside. But who was he to tell anyone about that? It was none of their business as he, Gilbert Beilschmidt, was far too awesome for them to see through. That slow smirk broke into a large smug smile. His day appeared to be turning around for the better, now if only he could stay away from Roderich for the rest of his life. That insane bipolar anal aristocrat would be the end of him if he didn't keep his distance every now and then. He drove him mad, insane, crazy, and so passionately over the edge. Gilbert loved the stuck up classic man and hated him almost as much, his tidy ways and up tight ways would make any human want to explode after clawing out their eyes as their ears bled. But Gilbert was a nation who, when necessary, would annoy the fuck out of Roderich. No one would be able to stay with Roderich long enough to hear him play the piano, expect for the Hungarian, without Gilbert there.
Gilbert had gotten so wrapped up in his imagination that he had ended up walking around with his chin held high up and eyes closed there was no way he would've noticed Roderich watching him just inside the grand doors. "Yeah!" Gilbert shouted, "No one would be able to stand him if I, the almighty awesome Gilbert, weren't around!"
Shock set in first, rage was soon to follow. What had that stupid ignorant albino just said? The Austrian knew instantly that Gilbert was talking about him, "Excuse me," he yelled to catch the arschlock's attention, "Would you be so kind as to repeat that once more, then promptly get out of my house." His voice was cool and unemotional, monotone, but his words cut like beautiful painful diamonds at Gilbert's soul. How had he let himself drop his guard?
Pissed off, the Prussian was not going to let Roderich feel like he was in control, "I said, 'Yeah, no one would be able to stand him if I, the almighty awesome Gilbert, weren't around!' and dammit you might as well already consider me already gone," His temper had gotten the better of him yet again. Biting his lip, Gilbert wished that he had not uttered a word. Roderich had also been taken aback by the rudeness in Gilbert's tone and defiantly walked away from his obnoxious friend. "Shit," No other word could be formed from the Prussian's mind, what had he just done? Elizabeta walked out to Gilbert, Roderich had told her to pack 'That Damn Albino Arschlocks's things' and left them at the door awaiting their owners hands.
She stopped a few feet away from him, he was such a strange yet obvious mystery. "What is it that you have done this time?" Worry dripping from her sympathetic voice. Hadn't Elizabeta told the stupid, short tempered boy to go cool off not more than ten minutes ago?
"All I said were a few things that just slipped out of my head and he just so happened to be spying on me," was Gilbert's reasoning, "If anything he should apologize to me. He is the one that snuck up on me and could not mind his own damned business." Elizabeta sighed heavily, what was she going to do with these two? She knew they both had their eyes out for one another, but neither knew of the other's feeling nor did they admit it to themselves. Was it wrong that she actually wanted these two to get together? As some humans might say, she 'ships them so hard'. Or at least thats what one of her humans had told her. Odd really when you thought about it, but that was besides the point. Their idiocy was tearing them apart and she longed for the day the morons would realize the truth and just live with it.
"A fenebe, get over yourself and go apologize!"
"I'd rather fade away! If anyone will be apologizing, it will be him!"
"Gilbert!"
"What?! What does it matter?!" His voice cracked, anyone would be able to see that the albino man was about to start crying. It was embarrassing to cry at all, but running away or turning away would have been more cowardly. "I-I'll just go stay with mein kleiner bruder. Ludwig isn't a prissy little bitch."
"Fine, go," Elizabeta said softly, "I'll take you there."
"Nein, Ich kann es selbst tun," He started to turn away but quickly turned back and gathered his friend into a tight hug, "aber ich danke ihnen sowieso, really, thank you," he whispered quietly.
She returned the hug with friendly affection, "Okay, do you want me to at least call ahead for you?"
"Nah, Luddy's surprised face is probably the best I have ever seen," Gilbert chuckled, a tear managed to escape at the sametime. It was a happy sad moment that could easily be misunderstood by a simple passerby. "Besides, I have been needing to talk to him for quite awhile now."
"Oh really? What about?" He had absentmindedly caught her attention.
"Au Scheiße," Gilbert cursed himself, "Oh no worries it is nothing really just, uhm, well, i need to- uh- help him! Ja, help him!"
"Oh really?" Elizabeta could see through his facade, "What are you helping him with?"
"Well, he uh, he- well, you know, I need to help him with...Feliciano! Au ja, he and his Italian, it embarrasses him, but I will show him the way of awesomeness and confidence and-"
"I already know you're in love with Roderich," The Hungarian woman said rather bluntly crossing her arms.
"Agh?! What?! I- I don't know what you are talking about Elizabeta! I am not in love with Roderich! Oh well look at the time! I have to get to Ludwig's house before it gets dark and he locks me out!" Gilbert stuttered and was out of the garden and down the road with his things fast than Elizabeta could have possibly responded. 'If only that man could clean as quickly as he can make his escapes,' she thought to herself with a disapproving shake of her head that hinted at shame towards her friend. One down, one to go. Roderich was going to be a lot more difficult than Gilbert and it would be even harder for her to get his attention while he played his precious piano. NOt only that, but when the Austrian gets interrupted whilst, he tends to flip out and rage all over anyone within a five foot radius.
Elizabeta let out another defeated sigh, 'No use in trying to talk to him for a few days, he seemed pretty mad and that means that he will be at baby grand for a few days.' She thought defeatedly. 'Hopefully Gilbert will figure out his problems without getting Ludwig to want to kill him.'