The Bride and the Guest, a hetalia - axis powers fanfic

(Prussia Side)

Gilbert had always known Elizabeta to be the rowdy strong, self-centered tomboy. But on her wedding day, she was absolutely stunning in her white gown and with her almond brown hair tied up in a bun. For a moment Gilbert was so enchanted by her beauty, that he forgot how he would usually talk to her. Each sentence turned into a tongue twister, and the closer Elizabeta got, the more his pulse rose.

"Gilbert!" Elizabeta called.

"H-Hello. Yo-You look like a girl, you boy-girl," Gilbert said while stuttering. "You look nice."

"Thanks, I guess."

"…"

"… I thought you weren't going to come."

"Yeah. I'm a really busy guy. But you know, I know you and Roderich well so I thought maybe I should go," Gilbert explained without looking at Elizabeta's eyes.

"I'm glad you could come."

"You should be. Your wedding is going to be more awesome due to my presence!"

"You never change do you," said Elizabeta while giggling. "I'm glad you sound the same."

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Yeah. Why wouldn't you be? Maybe I had some hopes."

"Hopes? What hopes?"

"It's a secret, you dumbass."

Gilbert watched as Elizabtea walked away to be next to Roderich.

The woman he loved, next to a man he knew: Holding hands, being flirty, and eventually marrying each other.

If time would stop for Gilbert, he would take the bride away from the groom. He would sweep Elizabeta off her feet and run away. Run away from everything. But even if time would stop, Gilbert knew that he didn't even have the courage to sweep her away. He could never do that to the woman he loved. Seeing her happy next to Roderich, Gilbert couldn't destroy that happiness.

"Don't go," Gilbert muttered under his breath.

But it was already too late.

(Hungary Side)

Elizabeta had thought about sending the wedding invitation to Gilbert for days. In the end, she couldn't do it herself and had had Roderich do it for her. But once the invitation was sent, she regretted that she had let Roderich send it to Gilbert. From the bottom of her heart, she wished for Gilbert to not to show up to her wedding. But like always, he had shattered her wish.

"Gilbert!"

The moment she saw Gilbert, Elizabeta had called to him unconsciously. He seemed like the usual Gilbert. Only he was dressed up in a more formal black uniform that matched his platinum blond hair and scarlet eyes.

"Hello. You look like a girl, you boy-girl," said Gilbert with his usual mean complaint. But then he looked a little to the side a quietly commented, "You look nice."

That one small comment made Elizabeta's heart jump.

"T-Thanks, I guess," she said while trying to seem as usual.

"…"