A/N: WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING
This is a PruHun fanfic. I'm not sure if I can call it romance... Well, just a little bit. I mean, really. LIKE, A HUNDRETH OF A FRACTION OR SOMETHING. If you read this and thought "What? Is HundredPercentHetalian out of her mind?", CLICK THE BACK BUTTON NOW!
I… don't know where this idea came from… I dunno… I just thought that Elizaveta and Gilbert will make a good couple damn it... This is such a freaking fail…. Please feel free to yell at me. I feel like yelling at myself. If you thought "WHAT? Elizaveta is better with Roderich!" It's okay, he'll eventually come out. ….eventually.
Disclaimer: I BARELY own anything. I only own the story and the King and Queen. I don't even own the General. He's actually a historical figure. Go search it on Wikipedia or something, if you don't recognize him.
Rated T for cussing, like always XD But I guess it's pretty minor. I know these people are like, "Medieval" and Medieval people don't cuss…. But they're Hetalia characters! They're history itself! And we live in the 21st century people! How doesn't cuss? (Even my dad cusses! He made my 10-year-old sister learn the F word!)
Okay, let's get a move on! (Random BGM from like, Disney or something)
"Hey Gil, let's go play in the river!" A little girl ran over to a river nearby, with a boy about her same age chasing after her.
"Mein Gott Liz," the boy sighed. "Won't your mother get mad at you for getting your dress dirty again?"
"If mother doesn't find out, it's fine!" the girl replied, bunching her shoulder-length wavy brown hair in a ponytail. The boy sighed even deeper and ruffled his silver shimmering hair.
"You know, I'm the one who gets blamed when you're not behaving like a lady, you know?"
"Why would they blame you?" the girl asked as she carefully tied her long skirt around her waist so it won't get wet.
"I heard your mother talking to my mother a few days before," the boy said sitting down next to the tree right at the bank of the river. "'It's all because of your son you know, the reason my only daughter and the heir of Héderváry royal family acts like an immature boy!"" the boy said, imitating a voice of a grown lady. The girl bursted into laughter.
"You sound just like mother!" The boy grinned.
"Personally, I like you that way than being like your nervous mother. 'Oh no, there's a stain on my china plates! Oh gosh, I see dirt on the ground tiny as an ant!" You know?"
"Now there's a scary thought," the girl smirked. "I don't want to be the heir of Héderváry. I mean, what good is that?" the girl said. "Sometimes, I wish I was born as a normal girl, you know? Normal, like you Gilbert,"
"Elizaveta, I am not normal," Gilbert said, leaning back on the tree, looking tired. "I was born in the family of knights. A huge family of knights. They train me so I can become a knight just like them when I grow up, morning till night. Not to mention the part that my family of knights serves your family," the boy stood up and stretched as the girl grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet. "I was lucky I was able to get a break today. Father was getting quite angry with me for running away from the lesson yesterday…,"
"The only reason you were able to get out of that pigsty," the girl said impatiently, pulling the boy toward the river. "Is because I got you out of there. Your father nor any of his other knights can stop me. And the only reason I got you out of there is because you'll be serving me as a knight…. One day!" she finished and pushed the boy into the river. There was a huge splash, and the boy was immediately drenched.
"Liz, you did not!" the boy stood up, water dripping down from pretty much everywhere. The girl crackled. "Fine then," the boy smirked. "Take this!" He scooped up a handful of water and splashed it at the girl.
"Gil, you messed up my dress!" the girl shrieked, looking at her now-wet dress.
"Since when do you care so much of your fancy dress, my lady?" the boy bowed like a gentlemen, but obviously teasing the girl.
"Well then – take this!"
"Take this back – gah!"
"Ha! Got you Gil! You are no match for m – yah!"
"Yeah, you were saying?"
"Shut up!"
"You shut up!"
Please.
Please.
Please let this happiness last.
"I had a really old dream last night," Elizaveta said, as she swung her sword around.
"Oh really? What was it?" Gilbert asked, dodging every swipe of his opponent's attack.
"Do you remember that river we used to play in when we were little? I had a dream about that,"
"Yeah, of course I remember," Gilbert said, catching Elizaveta's sword with his. "We used to go there all the time and your mother will get mad at you – and me too, of course,"
"Yeah, I know," Elizaveta laughed, and let down her sword. "I wonder, do you think that river still exists? That was like…what? Ten years ago? We're sixteen, and I think we were somewhere around six or seven then…,"
"I dunno," Gilbert shrugged, striking his sword against the ground and then leaning against it. "It could've dried out. Your people could've blocked it up,"
"Stop calling them 'your people'," Elizaveta growled. "I'm not ruler of this kingdom,"
"Yeah. Yet," Gilbert snickered. "After your father, you're the one who's gonna take care of this region,"
"God, everyone expects that from me," Elizaveta put down her sword and sat down. "Why can't mother take of it? I mean, she's the queen. Shouldn't she take care of this place?" Gilbert let out a laugh.
"Liz, do you seriously think that your mother can rule a country? She's a lady that doesn't even know how to get a country moving,"
"Well, she's human too, isn't she?" Elizaveta pulled off the hairband that was tying her hip-long hair into a high ponytail, letting her hair loose. "I'm sure she can start learning politics now,"
"Liz, your mother is too busy trying to find the best dress she can find every week," Gilbert pointed out. "She obviously doesn't have enough time to learn politics, right?"
"Excuse me?" a voice said from behind the two. Gilbert jumped.
"Lady Héderváry...," he gulped. A lady in a gorgeous dress and glimmering jewels was glaring at Gilbert. He heard his childhood friend snicker behind him.
"To your concern Beillschmidt, I am perfectly capable of running a country myself," the Queen huffed unhappily.
"Of course my lady," Gilbert bowed uneasily. "I was just curious, why let your daughter have the next throne when you can have it yourself?"
"That, young Beillschmidt, is none of your business," the Queen scolded at Gilbert.
"My lady, of course that is my son's business!" a voice said nearby. All of them turned and saw a man with white curly hair. "He's going to serve your daughter someday!"
"Hello, Frederick," the Queen glared at the new comer. "What brings you to the castle? Do you not have your knights to train? Especially this one," she added in the end, nudging her chin toward the General's son. The General frowned.
"I must say Gilbert, that our Queen has quite a good point. What are you doing here?"
"Okay, um, father," Gilbert mumbled. "See, I was just –,"
"He was teaching me sword techniques!" the princess cut in. Everyone looked at her in surprise. "Yeah, I asked Gilbert to teach me some moves I can do on my own. So Frederick, if you're gonna punish Gil, punish me too," Frederick looked at the Queen, who was looking at her daughter with concern.
"Elizaveta, you're a princess. You do not need to know sword techniques!"
"I know, but just in case something happens…,"
"I assure you princess," the General took Elizaveta's hand. "As long as the Beillschmidt family serves you, you will have no need to worry."
"It's not like I don't believe in you Frederick," Elizaveta smiled awkwardly. "It's just that, you know –,"
"Elizaveta, if you have time swinging a nasty sword around, learn how to talk like a royal!" the Queen scolded her daughter. "And look at your hair; it looks like a bird's nest! You're coming with me, dear!" Elizaveta sighed and looked at Gilbert. As she passed by him, she quickly whispered in his ear,
"You so owe me," Gilbert smiled and mumbled back,
"Yeah, I guess I do."
"Eliza!" the Queen shrieked at her daughter.
"Coming mother!"
"Well well Gilbert, what am I supposed to do with you?" Frederick looked at his son, arm crossed. "Now tell me, were you really teaching Princess Elizaveta sword moves?"
"If you want the truth," Gilbert smirked. "I think she should be a knight more than a princess," Frederick broke into laughter, and patted his son on the head.
"Keep this a secret to Queen Gyongyi, Gilbert – but I must agree with you. Dear Elizaveta makes a better warrior than a royal,"
"I know, right?" Gilbert said, happy that his father understands.
"But," His father stopped him. "It does not cover the fact that you ditched practice. Again,"
"Hey, I was practicing with Liz," Gilbert shrugged. Frederick sighed.
"Well Gil, if you want a better opponent, I'm sure your little bother will be pleased,"
"How's Ludz doing?" Gilbert asked.
"I must say my son, that Ludwig is doing better than I thought," his father answered, stroking his chin. "Rapidly getting stronger. I'm actually thinking of putting him in charge of the West Side. And of course," he smiled at his oldest son, "You'll take care of the East Side… and Princess as well,"
"Yeah… you can count on us." Gilbert gave his father a confident smile. Frederick smiled back.
"Now that's my boy."
"Bandi, we really have to do something about our daughter," Gyongyi complained to her husband. "She is not acceptable as a princess! To imagine if I was like that…," she shivered. The King laughed.
"Calm yourself down, Gyongyi. Eliza's just a growing girl! Full of curiosity and energy,"
"And more manners, I wish for," the Queen chewed her perfectly shaped nails. "My dear, if this goes on, no one will want to take her!"
"Gyongyi, she's just sixteen," the King sighed as he pushed all the paperwork aside from his table. "Isn't it too early to talk about that kind of stuff now?"
"Bandi, we need to find the best one we can find, or this country won't survive!" the Queen said, half hysterically. "If Elizaveta grew up to act like that irresponsible Beillschmidt boy… No Bandi, I won't allow it!" Gyongyi shook her head furiously. The King smiled.
"I personally like Gilbert Beillschmidt, Gyongyi. A good boy, determined and full of spirit. Plus," he took a long sip from his tea. "Those two has been together since they were young. Like 'Two Peas in a Pod', Gyongyi,"
"It wasn't me who let those two play around whenever they wanted," the Queen crossed her arms. "Frederick needs to train his first son better, like the younger one!"
"Ah, Ludwig?" Bandi smiled. "He's a good boy as well. Quiet, but strong. Very patient. I must say Gyongyi; my good old friend trained both his sons well,"
"I'm sure you and Frederick are like 'Two Peas in a Pod' as well," the Queen frowned. "You go wherever he goes. He goes wherever you go,"
"Just like Eliza and Gilbert, no?" King Bandi smiled. The Queen groaned.
"Bandi, that is not my point. We need to get Elizaveta ready – and fast," the King's smile faded.
"Poor girl… she is destined for this since she was born, wasn't she?"
"Yes, yes she was Bandi. So please…let me have a little bit more control over her life," the Queen rubbed her temple tiredly. The King let out a long and deep sigh.
"Very well then, Gyongyi. Train our daughter all you want. But promise me – let her have fun as well, please?"
"Yes, I will Bandi," the Queen rolled her eyes. "It's not like I'm going to hold her captive in her room."
"Yes...let her go free, often," King Bandi squeezed his hand together, and rested his chin on it. "She has limited freedom left, after all…."
What they didn't know was.
That their sneaky and curious daughter was just behind the door.
A/N: Oh Gott… I dunno what the hell I'm doing…. If you actually enjoyed this, oh my gaw, thank you so much… I started writing this thinking "Hey, this might be kinda fun!" See, you do something without thinking and you kinda regret it later.
The Reason Why Gilbert Calls Ludwig "Ludz": Because they're brothers. I'll add more description about the Beillschmidt family in the next chapter (If there will be any…)
Yes, I know Roderich Edelstein didn't appear in this chapter. He'll come out. I swear. He will. I apologize to any Austria fans out there, for dissing him. But this story has Hungary and Prussia centered so…. yeah.
Again, thank you so much for reading this!