March 30th, 1867

"Lady Elizaveta?"

The woman turned at the name, an unsure smile on her face. She wasn't used to people calling her that. From the first time the brunette had met someone she had been Hungary, and if the servants had not been there she would not have to deal with such troublesome names. "Yes?" She was pleased her voice held only a tremor of annoyance.

The human male looked away, flustered at having to talk to the seemingly important woman, "Someone waits at the back door, he says he wishes to speak to you alone."

A small flash of hope appeared in Hungary's eyes before she gave the boy a wink. "If they ask where I am it's not outside."

Leaving the stunned man behind, she picked up the hem of the cream, floral designed dress and discreetly made her way to the door. Without looking to see if anyone was watching, she slipped out and stared into the dark. Then, she was jumping over the steps, revealing the riding boots she had on that the man inside was so set against.

"Prussia!" She exclaimed in an undertone, wrapping him in a bone crushing embrace before she stepped back, eyes now wary. "Don't tell me I was stupid for doing that."

The albino grinned at her, "Hugging the man who brought you to ruins a few months ago really was foolish, no matter how awesome he is."

Hungary narrowed her eyes, hand ready to bring out the knife hidden on her leg. The man had sounded too subdued though, was he sick or something? "Why are you here Prussia?"

"You do change emotions fast, it's a miracle I didn't realize you were a girl because of that." He mocked, red eyes flashing. "Just because I didn't get an invitation means I'm not allowed to come to my best friend's wedding?"

A sharp intake of breath was the only sign of how his words stung her. The spring air filled with the scent of flowers as a wind kicked up. "I was not the one in charge of the invitations. We, I was not sure I could trust you to come seeing as it was you who brought me to this point." Her harsh words faltered as the clouds covering the moon were blown aside and his uniform was revealed. "You're dressed for war."

"France is acting up. My younger brother offered some good advice for once, so I'm preparing for it now." He replied coldly.

Her hands clenched, "But, you're still recovering from the last one! You can't possibly be thinking of-"

"I have no choice Hungary. War comes when it wills too." He barked, the cold, distant part of him coming forward at the threat of battle. "I only came by to wish a happy life for you."

"Let me come with you."

She finally seemed to catch him unaware. He looked at her and then his odd laugh rang out. "Right now? You can't come to a war meeting in that."

"Watch me."

Prussia snorted at her old fire and placed a hand on her head. "No."

"Don't test me."

"Then go change."

"You'll leave!"

"To keep you here? Yes!"

"I'm just trying to help idiot!"

"I will not have you risking your country for me! If you came it would ruin this alliance you're making!"

"They won't know."

"You can't guarantee that!"

"I don't care, what part of that don't you understand!" She hit his chest with her fist. "You're an idiot to think you can do anything in this state! Even if you did win."

Prussia grabbed her wrist and frowned. "Hungary let it go, you aren't coming."

Scowling up at him, she pulled away. "If you die or even lose by a little bit, I won't help." She turned and stomped back into the house, past Austria and the rulers of their countries, and refused to speak to anyone of the yelling match that had taken place outside.

She had known it was not going to be a happy night for her, but she hadn't expected this.

My first Hetalia fanfic. I'm not really sure about this because I wrote it based on a picture I couldn't draw. Please review and give me pointers on how I can do better. Thank you.

~Willow