Love Letters to an Aristocrat

by Lemango

Gilbert spends much of his time writing love letters to Elizaveta, a childhood friend. During the process of writing these letters, Gilbert begins to learn that Elizaveta does not return these feelings nor does she give any response to the letters sent to her. In attempt to woe the woman he has come to love, Gilbert goes insane writing these letters, pouring his feelings out.

1. The First Letter

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters presented in Hetalia.

Authors Note: I hope you guys enjoy this fan fiction. It's the first I've written so let's see how this goes!

It was the first to be written and certainly not the last. Letters poured across the pages, black ink on old parchment. Memories and hope would spill from the feather, ink dripping and forming the curves and lines needed in order for these words. The words that could have never passed the lips of the man who wrote these feelings and emotions. The words that, given time, would be buried among the others.

Dear Elizaveta,

It has been a long time, no doubt, since we have last spoken to one another, let alone laid eyes upon one another and although it has been so long, it seems as if it were only a day ago that we were running through the fields, laughing and fighting. Back then, I thought I knew you well. I thought we were the best of friends and that you were a strong warrior, though not nearly as strong as I! However, as time flew by, I quickly realized you were not the man I thought you were. In fact, you were a woman. At first, I do admit, I reacted in a terrible manner. I stalked away, cheeks red from anger and embarrassment. You must know how I felt. I felt betrayed. All I ever knew in you was what I had trusted and when I found that what I knew was not true, I felt as if my trust in you had been misguided. For my reaction, I send my deepest apologies. I never meant to banish our friendship in such a brutish way. I miss those days, though. The ones where we would kills fiends and fight along side one another. Even though many of those memories claimed to be false, I still enjoy lavishing my mind in them every day. What I'm trying to say, Elizaveta, is that I miss you and I hope to hear from you soon I hear that you have married Roderich. I don't blame you in this choice, the man does have a substantial amount of coin to his name. I do hope, however, that you remember the promise we made to one another when we were little. I will be awaiting your reply, eager to hear from you again.

Sincerely,

Gilbert Beilschmidt

No. It was not the last letter to be written nor would it be. There would be more ink spilled across the pages of these love letters to an aristocrat. This was the first to be sent. It was a letter full of sorrow, wishing the woman it was meant for would reply, accepting the mediocre apology that came along with it. Of course, this letter, the one Gilbert had been waiting for, would never show up.

Authors Note: By now, I'm sure you can tell this is going to be a Gilbert x Elizaveta fanfiction. I hope you stick around to read more and although this first chapter was short, there will be many to follow! Thank you for taking the time to read this and I hope you are enjoying the story thus far. R&R! F&F!