I love every one who reads this. Even if you flame, you took time to point out my flaws, and didn't quit at the first sentence. well, this is my first story since I killed my old muse and got a new one.

warning: I don't own Hetalia...yet. I just need to find where Hidekaz Himaruya lives, and 'talk' to him.

Gilbert sat on a bench and looked around him. Of course no one was looking at him, which was odd considering you didn't see an albino every day. he leaned against the back of the grungy bench and sighed. Life was pretty depressing now a days.

It had been 6 or 7 decades since the country he represented died off. He was still immortal, jut no one seemed to notice him. His brother did, but only when he was upset with him, that seemed to be most the time considering it wasn't his idea to combine Germany and Prussia. Other countries could see him too, just not as a country.

Gilbert stood up and walked into the middle of the busy sidewalk, no one looked up, even though some of them bumped directly into him. 'People these days,' he told himself, even if he said it out loud, no one would notice. 'I swear, the generations forget more and more of history as time goes on. One day, no one will know of the Roman Empire.'

The albino stopped talking to himself and looked up. There was another man just standing in the middle of the side walk looking gloomy. Curious, he walked over.

"Hey! What's up?" He didn't really expect and answer, but the blond man looked up with a look that was surprise and disbelief. "Yeah, I'm talking to you."

"You- you can see me?" His voice was quiet and quite unnoticeable.

"Of course, and you can see me. Why are you so surprised?"

"No one else seems to see me." At that moment, some one harshly ran into him, pushing the smaller man into the albino's arms.

"I see... Well, how can I not see some one as pretty as you?" This comment got a blush from the blond. The shade of red reminded him of a maple leaf for a reason he couldn't quite put his finger on.

"I- I should be going." The now red faced one untangled himself from the pale arms that encased him. Once he was free, he pushed up his rounded glasses and turned.

Gilbert reached out a slender arm and grabbed him. "I don't know your name."

"Matthew," he replied without turning to face him.

"Will you be in this part of Germany again?"

He nodded his head, letting one odd curl bounce in front of his face. "I'm here a week for the world meeting. Not that anything will get done," He added under his breath.

Gilbert chuckled, knowing the last part was indeed true. He let go of Matthew's shoulder and watched him walk off into the busy streets of Berlin.

Poll time! Should I continue this as a small series. (Probably shouldn't do considering I have an unfinished one.) Or, do you like it as it is?

Oh, yeah, I was kidding about 'talking' to Hidekaz Himaruya, don't call the cops. Prison is scary, despite what Russia thinks. T-T

Review! (I don't care if you flame, I want to know if I fail.)