-author's note-
I know this sucks, but it was the first fanfic I ever wrote so go easy. Kay now go read it and have fun!
Oh, and also, I couldn't think of a name for this, neither could LetsEatPancakes (my friend) so yeah...
The cool breeze was refreshing and energising as the two countries slyly prowled through the forest, bows in hand.
"I see something moving." whispered the distinctive voice of the Prussian.
Elizaveta shushed him, as she watched for further movement. The leaves of a bush rustled as the two slowly inched forward. Suddenly, unusually clumsy Liz tripped on a large, thick tree root.
"GAAHH!" she yelled as she hit the ground with such force, her ankle twisted and she was sure she had broken it.
In shock, Gilbert shot to her side, his breaths short and fast, panicked about his most loved.
But then, his breathing slowed as he gazed into her deep, forest green eyes.
"What..?" Elizaveta asked softly, gazing right back. It was so tempting to pull him down next to her and kiss his pale lips. She was shaking with the strain.
"I...I.." Gil couldn't speak. His fear of rejection and humiliation was taking over.
"Is something wrong?" she questioned him curiously.
"It's nothing.. I... just got lost in your eyes; they're so intense.."
Lovesick Elizaveta blushed heavily and mumbled an almost inaudible thank you.
As his blood red eyes locked on her green ones, he replied by saying, "It's true, they're beautiful..." his voice trailed off.
Elizaveta couldn't help her hand wandering slowly towards Gil's. Just as she was getting close, Gilbert looked down at her hand making its way towards his own and he pounced on the chance. He took her hand in a soft grip, and lay down next to her, breathing in the floral scent of her hair. Gilbert took a deep breath, plucked up all his courage and said, "Liz, if I may call you that, I have something I need to get off my chest. For a long time we've been great friends but I've always felt we could be.. more. I understand if you don't feel the same, I just wanted you to know how I feel about.. well, us I guess."
Now Liz knew he felt the same, she couldn't hold it in any longer. She grabbed Gil and smashed their lips together. At first, Gilbert was surprised, but he soon began to comprehend that Elizaveta loved him too, and she was kissing him this very moment. They finally pulled back, and Liz settled down on his lap, her face nuzzled into Gil's chest, and her arms wrapped tightly around his broad shoulders. Soon it was too dark to see, and by that time, the new-found couple had fallen into a deep sleep, still cuddling, fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle.
-author's note-
Ahh, the wonderful "Cheesy Yet Feels Smothered Cliche" finish. Hope you enjoyed!