A/N: So I've decided I want to do a one shot collection, and I decided I wanted to do the A to Z one. I know there are other ones that are PruHun, and this won't compare on any level to the awesomeness that is those collections. But I'm excited to do this, and yeah :)

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. I own the plot line though.

Chapter A

Ants

Elizabeta sat silently watching Gilbert struggle in the kitchen.

"Do you want any help?" She called back.

"Nein, I'm fine!" he yelled back, grinning at the rhyme. Gil was bending over backwards to make something special for their second anniversary, which he'd completely forgotten about.

She'd given him a watch she'd been saving up for around three months, it was a dark silver with a lighter silver watch face and red clock arms telling the time. It was the kind of anniversary present that was classed as "traditional", being a watch and all.

She'd mentioned the anniversary too Gil about two weeks before and he said he had something planned. Yet, when she pulled the wrapped watch box out handed it to him as he woke up, she saw the panic set across his face. He forgot she realized, but when he announced he hadn't forgotten and everything was planned she decided it would be funny to watch how it ended. She knew he'd forget, so it didn't faze her too much. But she was expecting some last minute dash to the shops or something, not him locking himself in the kitchen and not letting her in all day.

"Gilllll" she whined. "I'm hungryyy" she elongated the word and Gilbert laughed from the other side of the door.

"I know you're Hungary." He smirked. He was quite proud with that one.

"Not funny Gil." She frowned, even though the joke was hilarious. She was starving. He'd been in there since he'd realised his mess up that morning.

"Go sit on the couch, It'll be done in soon." His voice came back.

Eliza did as she was told, sitting on the couch and folding her legs underneath her, sitting cross-legged on the seat. She decided to switch on the TV whilst she waited. Slowly immersing herself in Project Runway, she didn't hear the door creak open or her boyfriend slowly making his way over to her, wearing a pink apron.

"GILBERT!" she yelled as the blindfold fell over her eyes. "What are you doing?" she asked. He slid his hands into her underarms and pulled her on to her feet.

"It's all part of the fun, Lizzy." He smiled, though she wouldn't be able to see the grin. Truth be told, he was scared she had the frying pan hidden somewhere in her bra and didn't want to be mauled because of the state the kitchen was in, and you had to go through the kitchen to get to the garden. He led her outside and tore off the apron, before carefully untying the blindfold.

"Oh." She breathed looking at the spread in front of her. Gilbert had spent the whole day making a picnic for them. She smiled. "It's lovely, Gil." She grinned as he took her hand and lead her to the food.

They'd been eating and talking for a while when Eliza felt something… bite her…?

She turned to look at her lower leg, there was a small red ant crawling up it.

"Oi, what's the matter?" Gilbert frowned. Eliza was lifting the corner of the picnic blanket and looked shocked.

"Gilbert! You put the picnic on a red ants nest!" she yelled.

"Huh?"

"Ow ow ow ow ow" Eliza was complaining, the bite was swelling up. Her hand moved to the lump to scratch it.

"Don't scratch it!" he grinned. "It'll just irritate it!" he moved the few plates of food between them on to the grass and moved closer to his girlfriend, and took her hand away from her leg before reaching his over hand to her other one and taking it as well. "Look, how about some bite cream as an anniversary present?" he cockily grinned.

"Greatest anniversary gift ever." She smiled back. "Did you like your gift?"

"The watch?" he held his wrist up a little and caught the sunlight on the face of the watch. "It's great" she smiled as he kissed her on the cheek.

"Uh, Gil?"

"Ja?"

"The ants are in the food now..."

Gilbert swore and looked at the picnic plates he'd moved on to the grass so he could cheer up the Hungarian.

"Stupid ants!"