Hello, and here I am back with another fic! This is just some drabble that I decided to put together because I was extremely bored. Well since PruHun is my OTP, I though, why not? This is my first Hetalia fic so please be gentle. Constructive criticism is fine, but no flames. Those will just be ignored/deleted.

Also to anyone following my story "Your Lips Belong Only To Me" I know I should be updating that before anything else but I just couldn't help it ^^;;

Enjoy the fic!

She was running. From what, she'd couldn't say. Her thoughts were clouded and her eyes were leaking tears, mixing with the rain the poured over her head. This was unbelievable. The man that she had loved for so many years was cheating on her. And now here she was, running in the rain. To where, she didn't know. All she knew was that she had to get away.

He was in the park. The albino liked to sit on a bench on a rainy day. It gave him a chance to think. About war. About his younger, stoic brother. About the lovely brunette woman who had stolen his heart away. Yes, he was sure of it now. He loved her. More than he would like to admit. But as always, he couldn't get what he wanted. She was with that damned piano player. The pretty boy. The perfect man. It sickened him to know that /his/ love belonged to that bastard. Before he could sink any further into his self pity he saw a girl curl up at the entrance of the park. She looked like she was crying. He sighed, going over to the girl to se what was wrong.

She had finally stopped. Her legs were too tired to carry her on. The pain was just too hard to bare. Not having any other choice, she took refuge in an empty park, or so it seemed, and curled up by the entrance. At least here she could be alone here and cry her heart out. As more tears spilled from her eyes she felt a gentle hand on her shoulder. At first she didn't want to look up and receive pity from some stranger, but then she heard a familiar voice "Hallo, may I ask if jou're OK?". Could it be him? She had to make sure. She looked up, and her emerald eyes met crimson ones

He couldn't believe it. The very same girl he was heartbroken over was right here in front of him, curled up defenselessly in a park. It was surprising to say the least. He got down on one knee "Vhat's vrong Elizabeta?" he asked softly, not in his usual, raspy tone.

She pushed him away from her, causing him to fall on his back. "Get avay from me, Gilbert! I don't vant a fight today." he said crookedly, hiding her face in her knees again.

He came closer again " I'm not here for a fight. I just vanna help" he murmured, kneeling next to her once more. He had to know what made his love in pain. If it had been that damn piano player there would be some serious hell to pay.

Elizabeta didn't look up, but told him from her knees "R-Roderich w-was cheating on me, OK!" her body shook with anger and pain "H-He was having an affair w-with V-Vash" she explained, still not looking up, really not wanting to see the probably amused face Gilbert wore.

But Gilbert wasn't wearing an amused expression. He wasn't amused by the situation at all. In fact, the exact opposite. He was furious at the Austrian. This time that sissy boy went too far. He wrapped an arm around her, and to his surprise she didn't pull back.

"Don't vorry, I'll get him for zhis" Gilbert said determinedly, giving Elizabeta's shoulder's a gentle squeeze before he got up to go find that bastard. He was stopped by a small hand grabbing his own

"N-No….d-don't go Gilbert….p-please." the Hungarian pleaded, a faint blush on her cheeks.

Then she felt a pair of strong arms around her and a soft voice whisper to her comfortingly "Don't vorry, I'm right here."