I do not own Hetalia. You really don't want to know what would happen... Okay it would be called Prussia faces the unawesome world.

(Hello! So this is pretty much a little vent writing. Plus something I've been wanting to see happen. Comments are great, just constructive criticism please :/) please though don't hate me if I equally ruin this totally!)

"Why."

The words of the albino were muffled. He looked up crimson eyes fogged. "I need to know." they narrowed into focus on Roderich who was pinned against the spotless white wall.

"Gilbert. This is childish, will you excuse me?"

"No." The Prussian had the muscular advantage, but Austria had the emotional. Gilbert's arms shook as he struggled to hold himself together. "I need to know!" the tone in his throat rose. His hands turned into tight fists, aggression flooded his body language as he slammed a fist into the wall leaving a crack.

"Gilbert, you are interrupting my piano, plus you just left a crack in my walls. I just painted!" How dare he! the pale arms moved. Though Gilbert kept his eyes on the ground.

"What do you have that I don't? What does she see in you?" Prussia cleared his throat and reached out to grab the shoulder of the pianist. "I don't understand! You were never there for her! Instead of accepting her as she is you forced her to change!" Tears welled up again, he could feel them beginning to streak down his cheeks.

Roderich was stunned by the question. His music was clutched tight against his chest. Part of him was surprised at the nerve Gilbert had by visiting.

"I would leave now. You have no business here anymore, don't you have a brother to take care of?"

"This isn't about Ludwig!" Aggression took over again as this time he didn't fail in his reach. Roderich was slammed into the exact same spot. "You have nothing that I don't! Why does she love you!" He whispered letting tears drop as he held the normally arrogant eyes shut. "Please Roderich." His voice pleaded. "One good answer, one answer and I will walk out that door and never come back."

How unawesome. He shivered to himself crouching down to pick up the sheet music he had knocked out of his cousin's hands. "Please." The crimson gaze shot back open revealing a plea. "You were never there! You don't know her!" His voice cracked. "Why? How much money did you pay her bosses for them to allow this!"

"Gilbert."

"Nein! I don't want one of your stuck up comments! I want the truth."

"Gilbert." The shadowing voice came again. This time the faint scent of flowers caught his attention. Faint emerald green eyes looked at his. They were equally as fogged. For a half of second he was once lost for words. In that single moment his heart had stopped and he dropped to his knees, the dam walls had broken down at the sound of her soft and gentile voice.

A flower was tucked behind her ear, she was wearing her green dress.

"I." He managed to speak but cut himself off by burying his face into his gloved hands.

"Gilbert, if you would please leave."

"Elizabeta." Roderich spoke up "He didn't do anything."

"He put a dent in your wall." Liz snapped grabbing her childhood friend's collar just as she did when they were kids. "My life choices are none of your business. Roderich didn't pay my bosses anything, I did this because it was right for my people. As far as I am concerned Beilschmidt you have no business in this house." her small hands grabbed his shoulders and she lightly squeezed them in reassurance.

"Liz."

"GET OUT!" she growled shoving him to the door before she ran to Roderich and gripped him in a tight hug. "Roddy." she whispered bitting back a sniffle as she turned to glair at the Prussian albino another time. "I'm sorry." she said burying her head into his chest.

"No. I'm sorry."