Okay, I'm finally done with the first chapter of my new story! 8D It shall have angst. loootsssss of it. I bet that at a cetain point I will have attempts made at my life. Well, HAHA to you. CB I have Kisa-tan to proitect me! xD
Speaking of Kisa-tan...this story is dedicated to SpazzKitty, who i call Kisa-tan. Cause she's awesome like that. xDD GO READ HER STORIES AND TELL HER THEY DON'T SUCK. 333
Anyways-! The backstory:
This is slightly AU, meaning I voxed around with history. xD The Berlin Wall has been torn down, freeing Gilbert from the clutches of everyon's favorite sadistical yandere Russian. 333 Or at least mine. .___. I HAS SUNFLOWERS IN MAH ROOM~~! THAT I TALK TO IN RUSSIAN LIKE A TRUE PSYCHOTICALLY OV+BSESSED FANGIRL. 33333 anyways.... After recouperating at the hospital, the first place he goes is to Hungary.
He has a close relationship with her. But alas-! Check the characters again! Gilbo is not destined to be with a frying pan wielding Hngarian. He does need to keep his vital regions for little Matty. kolkolkolkol.
EMO-POP OWNS NOTHING. EVERYTHING BELONGS TO HIDEKAZ HIMARUYA. CAUSE HE'S AWESOME LIKE THAT.
He was finally free. He could walk wherever he wanted, eat whatever he desired, and he could finally, FINALLY see Elizaveta again. That's where he was headed, a matter of fact - to visit the Hungarian woman. He hadn't seen her for many long years.
He was happily strutting down the street, ignoring the odd looks people shot him when they saw his crimson eyes and the bandages around his neck and head. He smiled widely at people with his teeth bared. They formed a bubble around him then, staying at least two feet away on all sides. Gilbert laughed loudly, turning down the street Elizaveta lived on.
He fingered the small box in his pocket. It was a small hinged box covered in black velvet that fit neatly in the palm of his hand. It had a small red bow on it. Inside it held only a small delicate ring of wrought silver gold encrusted with diamonds and a single small emerald. He was planning on proposing to the Hungarian woman this afternoon.
The pale haired man reveled in the sound of birds chirping and the breeze that stirred his clothes and hair. It had been so long since he had felt warm, fresh air. Russian wind was quite literally the opposite of this. Frigid air pelting snow and ice into already frost-bitten faces was not preferable to the sweet smelling warmth blowing at him now.
Gilbert practically skipped up the pathway to the large brick house. He paused to study the irises and dahlias that lined the stone path. He carefully picked the first pink chrysanthemum he came along, planning to give it to the woman. He had done this a lot since they were children and he had found out that Hungary was in fact a woman. He had started giving her flowers for her hair as an apology ever since. It was easier than words, and the brunette had understood that was the way he was- not good with emotions. She was an extremely violent tomboyish woman, but a woman nonetheless. That was one reason he was so enamored with her. She always looked beautiful and proper and well-put together, yet still managed to beat the crap out of him on a regular basis.
He continued up the path, and stood in front of the door. He could hear pots clanging, but thankfully no piano music. He didn't want to see the bastard before he saw Elizaveta.
He rapped sharply on the door, and waited. He heard footsteps coming closer. The blue door opened up and the Hungarian peered out.
Gilbert pulled out his brightest smile that he reserved for only her. "Yo!" He greeted. Elizaveta's face lit up.
"GILBERT!" She cried, diving to hug him. Gilbert squeezed her tightly, inhaling her flowery scent. It had been too long…far, far too long.
"You're free! You're here! You're – are those bandages?" Gilbert fingered them.
"Yep." He replied, giving her another smile. She studied them for a few moments.
"Is he the one who...?" She asked tentatively. The Prussian did his best to keep the smile on his face.
"Who else?" He replied. He held out the flower to distract her, and she smelled it before sticking behind her ear with a smile. A breeze whipped the woman's brown hair into her face, causing a shiver.
"Ah!" The Hungarian woman realized, "Come in before you get cold! I have some wurst if you'd like it." Gilbert's stomach let out a loud growl. That earned him a laugh, and he was guided to the kitchen.
"Of course you are - when are you not?" She laughed, heading over to the freezer. Gilbert sat down at the familiar kitchen table. The pale haired man watched the brunette pull a package of wurst from the freezer and pull a frying pan from that mysterious place on her person. He watched her as she cooked, rememorizing her smile, the smell of the cooking sausage, and the sound of her humming.
He had missed this so much during the years alone in the cold. He would turn off his mind and remember her, paying no attention to the knife in the other man's hand or the pain. She had been the only thing keeping him sane.
"It's done!" Elizaveta announced, sliding a plate in front of him with a smile, jerking Gilbert out of his memories. He returned her smile, and dug into the wurst. It was incredibly delicious as always- nice and crisp on the outside, while soft and flavorful on the inside.
"You always make the best wurst." He complimented, eating another. He was rewarded with a bright smile.
"I really missed you." The Hungarian told him, "You're one of the few that visit who I enjoy talking to." Gilbert felt lighter than ever when he heard that, smiling before continuing with his wurst.
"So, what's new with you?" He asked between bites. Hungary smiled, and clapped her hands together.
"I have big news!" She announced with another sunny smile. "But I'll save it for later. It has been 28 years. I want to know what you've been doing."
Gilbert forced himself to keep his smile. "I've been living in Russia." He told her, glancing out the window so he didn't have to look at her. "That's about it."
There was silence for a few minutes.
"Was it…bad there?" The brunette asked quietly a moment later.
"You need to ask?" Gilbert asked, fingering the bandage around his neck, remembering why it was there. "This is Ivan we're talking about. The psychotic fucked-up bastard."
"How bad?" She just had to press, didn't she? If she wanted to hear the whole story, she'd have to wait until he could stomach it himself.
"Let me see." Elizaveta ordered after he didn't answer after a few minutes.
"No." He replied quickly. He didn't want her to see.
"Gilbert!"
"I said no!"
"Why?!?"
"…"
"Why Gilbert?" The brunette pleaded. "Why won't you show me?"
Gilbert couldn't answer her. What could he say? 'I don't want to show you the mass of scared flesh under the bandages'?
"Gilbert?" He sighed in defeat, and unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt. More bandages were revealed on his chest. He was horrible at denying her things. He slowly unwrapped the bandage from his throat, keeping his eyes carefully looking elsewhere.
"My God, Gilbert!" The Hungarian gasped. He could hear her slap her hands to her mouth. "It's horrible!" He knew what she was seeing. He had checked the wounds in the mirror earlier. There were angry red welts and barely-healed cuts, dark bruises and stitches holding a particularly deep gouge together.
"It's horrible!" Gilbert grimaced. He continued staring out the window, watching the chicks out in the yard falling over each other. He was startled when Elizaveta's hand touched his neck. He stiffened, and held perfectly still. It was worse if you moved. If you moved the pain would be longer. He'd-
"Gilbert?!?" He exhaled sharply. That was right. He was in Elizaveta's kitchen, not in Russia.
"What'd he do to you?" She asked sadly. He didn't answer her, doing his best to not remember it. The knives, cold snow-NO. Stop that thought NOW.
Gilbert suddenly realized that something on the brunette's hand was digging into his neck. He picked it up in his own to look.
His heart and stomach dropped immediately. There was a thin gold band inset with a garnet on her ring finger.
"I-Is this…?" He couldn't force the rest of the words out. He looked up to see a huge smile on the woman's face.
"That's my big news~!" She answered with a giggle, her face all red. "Roderich proposed to me!" Gilbert couldn't move. It felt like his chest was being mutilated by a dagger-happy Russian again.
"I wanted to ask you something!" She squealed, grasping his hands. Gilbert nodded, feeling as if he was a spectator to this whole thing. It had to be a dream. He was going to propose to her! She couldn't be-
"Would you walk me down the isle?" Gilbert felt as if his vital organs were being compressed.
He suddenly wished he hadn't eaten so much wurst.
Sooo... like it? Hate it? Want to skewer me on a spork? Go ahead! 8D I am severely lacking in untensils with two uses- to stab and pluck. ^^
All flames will be used to make lollipops. And other nummy things. 333 OFF MY LITTLE FRIENDS! TO REVIEW! 8DDD