A/N: This uses my fan-made character Sardinia(Marisol Vargas). This is the same character TeresianLion has used in several of her stories and I'm not stealing if the character was mine to begin with, so please don't report me or TeresianLion. She is my best friend has my permission to use my characters as she pleases. Thank you and please review! I enjoy feedback. ^^

Gilbert Beilschmidt, or Prussia, stood hand-in-hand with the small kingdom of Sardinia under an oak tree atop a hill that overlooked a meadow. This was the last day he would see the little kingdom for a long time, so he thought it'd only be appropriate if the watched the sun set over the valley together. He held her small hand tightly, wishing with all of his heart he didn't have to leave. He had grown quite fond of Sardinia in the short amount of time he had known her and it was quite obvious she felt the same. She often declared they would get married when she got older and become "the strongest, most awesomest nation ever". So when she discovered Gilbert had to leave, it wasn't much of a surprise to anyone when she had a fit like no other. Once she had calmed down enough to be reasoned with, he promised to spend his entire last day with her. So here they were. A sad silence hung over the odd pair, and they simply held each other's hands. Suddenly, a small voice broke the silence.

"Gilly?"

"Ja, Marisol?"

"Does Papa-Roddy hate you?"

'That's an odd question to ask at a time like this.' he thought. Nonetheless, he answered her anyways.

"Ja... probably."

"Is that why you're leaving?"

This question caught him off guard. He struggled to answer her.

"...N-nein. I... I have to go... I have to go because..." He couldn't finish. He wasn't sure how to explain his nation's current state to a small child, and he

wasn't sure he wanted to. The last thing he wanted to do was upset her, especially now.

"...Because why, Gilly?" Her voice sounded hesitant when she asked, almost like she already knew the answer and was dreading hearing it from his lips. Could she already know? But then he picked up something else in her voice. Fear. Fear of the unknown. Fear that the answer he would give her would bring her devastation. And when he didn't answer her immediately, she, like almost any young child, jumped conclusions and threw herself into hysterics.

"I-Is it because of me? Did I do something wrong? Did I make you angry? I-I'm sorry! I'll try to be better, I promise!" At this point, she was in tears and before he could react, she had flung all of her weight into him(which wasn't much) and wrapped her small arms in a feeble attempt to make him stay. She continued to sob into his coat as he knelt down to her height and returned the embrace, gently combing his fingers through her hair and lightly rocking her back and forth to calm her. Soon her loud sobs were reduced to soft whimpers, sniffles, and hiccups. Between hiccups he detected a muffled voice.

"P-please don't go."

He pulled away just far enough so that their faces were inches apart and moved his hands to her cheeks, wiping away remaining tears with his thumbs.

"I'm sorry, but I have to." She looked to the ground and he lifted her chin so she would face him. "But don't worry. I'll come back, I promise."

"And then when I get big, we can get married and be a strong nation together, right?" She looked up at him with pleading hazel eyes and he chuckled.

"Of course, schatz. Until then, I want you to be good, okay? Promise you'll grow up to be big and strong, alright?" She nodded her head.

"I promise."

"Sehr gut," He leaned forward and pecked her forehead, then stood. He took her tiny hand in his and beckoned her to follow. "Now come on, we should head back before your Mama-Elizaveta gets worried. I've taken enough frying pans to the head for one day."