Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, or any of the characters you will probably read about in this fic.

A tall lone figure stood before a fire. It was well past 6pm, scenes from earlier in the day still fresh in his mind. Red eyes scanned over the flickering of embers, things which were so dear to him that morning. The albino still had items in his pockets, pictures of him and his now ex-girlfriend. He stared at the articles of clothing, stuffed toys, and miscellaneous gifts from Elizaveta. They were now burning to ash. He couldn't cry, not anymore, for he had cried his last tears for her earlier that day.

She had cheated on him, and he knew it was going to happen, but he put so much of his trust into her that he hoped she wouldn't. He knew it was going to happen, he had seen all the red flags, the secretiveness and the lies. He knew who the guy was; as she had talked about liking him at one time in their relationship, but Gilbert only pushed the thought of Elizaveta and that aristocrat douche bag being together far, far away in his mind. Of course, he had his doubts, but the Hungarian only calmed them away with a simple, chaste kiss and an 'I love you, Gilbert.'

His eyes looked over a picture of himself and the beautiful girl, happy and smiling. His frown deepened, how had that stiff, cranky Roderich managed to sweep his amazing girlfriend off her feet was a mystery to him. Maybe it was his piano-playing, because Gilbert doubted it was his snobbish attitude, or his criticizing views. Nevertheless, he was no more to Elizaveta, and Gilbert wondered why she had left him. He had treated her kindly and with respect, not to mention he was her best friend. So what had he done wrong?

Had she become bored with Gilbert?

He closed his eyes, and flicked the picture into the flames. He reopened them, and sat down on the dusty pavement that was the alley-way. He had made sure that the fire stayed small, yet enough to burn things away quicker. The last thing he needed on this shit day was for the police to come and interrogate him. He picked out a different picture. It was of the beautiful brunette, her back to the camera, but her head was facing towards him. She was smiling, and he remembered the day clearly in his head. It was their first picnic date. He thought it was very uncool, but he was willing to go lengths to please his woman. She wore a simple white tank-top, and a light green maxi-skirt. Her brown hair was decorated with a white flower. She really is gorgeous.

He also flicked that photo into the fire. Reminiscing wasn't doing anything to will himself to move on from her. He gave quick looks at all the photos, all the memories they made together was slowly turning to black, powdery ash. He then gave quick glances at the other photos they had taken, before throwing them into the fire. He watched them fade away, turning into dust. He sat down onto the dusty, cracked pavement that was the alley-way. He eyed the destructive, dancing flames, and just thought. What had he done? Could it have been possibly when he accidentally cut a chunk of her hair? It grew back quickly, and she did forgive him after she went to get it professionally cut.

He heard laughter coming from down the alley, and hoped to whoever was listening that they wouldn't disturb him. He could hear the voices getting closer, and the hushed chattering. He winced as he was three pairs of shoes in his view.

"You know, fire is dangerous. Even more so when you're sitting within less than a feet from it." The albino heard a voice say. It sounded strangely familiar to him. "What if a cherry had flown into your sweater and caused a disaster?" Gilbert looked up to see who was talking to him. It was one of the boys from his school, Alfred. "Oh, it's you. Didn't think you lived down this way." Gilbert looked at the three blond boys. Alfred was staring down at him, questioningly. The other had green eyes that stared with curiosity. He looked at the other male, who seemed a bit surprised that Gilbert even looked his way. He had blue, almost violet eyes. His eye colour was very intriguing. Then the violet-eyed boy spoke.

"Are... Are you okay?" He asked, concern laced in his soft, velvet-like voice. His voice was humble, as if had his voice been a few decibels higher, it would break the albino. Gilbert could feel the tears threatening to fall, and dammit, he didn't want to cry in front of the star quarterback, the boy with the bushiest brows he had ever seen, or the boy with the prettiest eyes. He ducked his head, and tried his hardest to not cry. Gilbert closed his eyes shut, and opened them again, seeing small wet patches on his lap.

"N-no. I'm not okay." The albino admitted, letting out a pained cry. He brought his knees to his chest and sobbed quietly. He heard the shuffle of sneakers against cement and half hoped they went away, half hoped they stayed to keep him company. He looked up and saw that the three had sat down with him. He looked to the fire, and saw that the fire had decreased in size. There was a few moments of silence, before Alfred had spoke up.

"Well, what's wrong?" the blonde asked, and Gilbert wondered if he should tell him what happened. Alfred was one of the most well-liked students in his school, and Gilbert was... well, Gilbert. The one who pulled pranks on his teachers and fellow classmates, and often sought trouble with his two best friends. Still, there was a reason why he was liked by most of the student body.

"My girlfriend broke up with me, and I am such a dumbass, because I saw it coming. I knew it was going to happen, but I just... I-I just... l-let it happen." Gilbert sobbed quietly. "I loved her, so much." Gilbert continued, "She was my-my best f-friend, and then that rich asshat Roderich came into her life and swept her off her feet!" Gilberts voice was laced with venom the second the Austrians name was voiced. "I g-gave her everything, and she just- she just left with a snap of a finger." The albino sniffled, wiping his tears away with the sleeve of his hoodie.

"Sounds like to me she didn't appreciate you." Alfred said rather bluntly.

"Alfred!" The quiet boy patronized him, lightly hitting Alfred in the shoulder. "Y-you shouldn't have said that!" He crossed his arms.

"N-no... He's right, it does sound like she didn't appreciate me." Gilbert said, his head fell back, and looked up at the sky. It was becoming a darker blue.

"We were going back to my place, do you think you'd want to come along?" Alfred asked, knowing that Gilbert needed a distraction from this girl who had broken his heart. Gilbert thought about the offer, then Alfred added, "We were thinking about watching a movie, but I'm sure these guys won't mind saving it for later." Gilbert nodded.

"Yeah, a movie sounds nice." Gilbert said. Alfred gave him a winning smile and got up. Alfred reached his hand out for Gilbert to take. The tall albino gave a shy smile.

"Oh, by the way, this is Arthur," Alfred pointed to the guy with massive brows, "and this is my brother, Matthew." The blue eyed boy gestured to the boy with violet eyes. Gilbert nodded in acknowledgement, "Let's get going, yeah?" They all agreed and Gilbert quickly put out the small flame. Only black dust was left behind. The four had made their way down the alley.

"I have like, a whole ton of games we could play if the movie doesn't work out." Alfred piped up, his mind wandering to his video game collection. "Seriously, you're gonna have to look at them. I'm proud of my collection." The talkative blonde smiled. Gilbert briefly wondered if it was comparable to his own collection of games. The three had turned into a yard, and Gilbert stared at the light blue house. He had passed this house plenty of times, yet he didn't know Alfred lived here. The house was just as large as his own, and had a garden that was well tended to. There was a garage that was painted in the same colour, and a patio area.

"Welcome to micasa, Gilbert." Alfred said, and opened the back door, Arthur followed behind him, and then Matthew, and then Gilbert. "Hey mom." Alfred greeted his mom, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Hi, mama." Matthew greeted, also giving his mom a kiss on her other cheek. The woman was currently cooking something that smelled delicious.

"Hello, boys! Hello, Arthur, how are you doing?" She asked, smiling at the Brit.

"I'm doing fine, Mrs. Jones, thanks for asking. How about you?" Arthur asked, being courteous out of habit. Gilbert felt like he was watching from the sidelines. He felt like he was intruding on something precious.

"I'm doing great! Are you going to stay for supper?" She asked, her light blue eyes wandered to the other boy standing awkwardly in the kitchen, "Oh, who's this? A new friend?" She turned to look at Gilbert, who smiled and waved.

"Mama, this is Gilbert, he goes to our school." Matthew said, a small generous smile never leaving his lips. The lady nodded and smiled.

"Welcome to our home, Gilbert, please make yourself comfortable, alright, doll?" Her voice was just as sweet as Matthews, "Will you be staying for dinner, too, then?" She asked. Gilbert looked to Matthew or Alfred for help. Matthew only smiled, and Alfred nodded, motioning for the albino to do the same.

"Yeah, I'd love to stay for dinner." He voiced, and saw that Alfred had given him a thumbs up. He watched as their moms eyes fill with glee, and she excitedly clapped her hands together.

"That's great! Well, you boys go on upstairs, I'll call when dinners ready." She said, and went back to her cooking. Alfred made a gesture to follow him, and Arthur and Gilbert were right behind him. Gilbert was somewhat disappointed that the other blonde hadn't come along, instead opting to help out his mom set the table.

"Yo, Gil," Alfred called his nickname, which was a bit weird. That name was usually reserved for closer friends. Friend like Francis and Antonio, and used to be Elizaveta. Gilbert frowned, wondering why he had began to think about her. He tried to shake his thoughts away, but that didn't work. He followed Alfred up the stairs. The quarterback stopped at the top, looking at Gilbert, waiting for a response. "Gilbert?" The albino was quickly taken out of his thoughts.

"Yeah?" He responded, looking up at him. Alfred seemed to be deep in thought, like he was wondering if he should say something or not. The blond brushed it off and continued down to his room, making sure the two were following behind him. Alfred quickly made himself comfortable on his bed, while Arthur took a seat on the small futon that was placed against a wall. Gilbert looked around for a suitable place, thinking if he should sit next to Arthur, or on the floor. The albino made up his mind quickly and sat on the futon, a bit farther away from Arthur.

His eyes scanned the room, it was painted a dark navy blue, and posters of bands, and football players were plastered on the walls. Trophies lined shelves, and there was a part of his room dedicated to video games. Needless to say, he was thoroughly impressed, but he wouldn't voice his appraisal with ease. Gilbert stood up from the futon and went to scan his eyes over multiple, familiar titles. He owned most of these games, save for a few indie games he hadn't heard about.

"What's a good co-op we can all play?" Gilbert asked, his thick German accent present in his words. He looked back to Alfred, who was mindlessly surfing the internet on his iPhone. Arthur had busied himself with a book that Gilbert is also supposed to be reading. Arthur looked up the second Gilbert spoke.

"Hm, I've gotten better at Smash." Arthur had set aside his book, in favour of hoping they would play Smash. Alfred only scoffed.

"As if you would get better at Smash. You sucked the last time we played it, which was a few days ago." The American retorted, only receiving a glare from the Brit. Gilbert watched as the two bickered back and forth. He thought about how Arthur can even handle the guy. "Besides, you picked Kirby, out of all the other characters." Alfred laughed. The American only got up from the bed, "But if you think you're soooo good, then challenge accepted. I am the master at Smash!" He practically yelled, his hand wailing in the air with excitement. Gilbert didn't know what to think of Alfreds actions, or words.

"Oh, shut your trap. I bet you 20 I can beat your ass!" Arthur pipped up, and stood up from where he was standing. Alfred only smirked.

"Bring it, old man."

"I'm only 2 years older than you." Arthur stated, crossing his arms with a huff.

Gilbert had already placed his bets on Alfred, not that he was going to say anything, though. He knew that the Brit had a fight in him, and did not want to provoke that side of him at all. A few games later, Arthur was irritated. Gilbert and Alfred only chuckled. The albino could see himself becoming friends with Alfred, and maybe massive brows, too.

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed so far! If you find any mistakes, or phrases that don't make too much sense, feel free to leave a line, as this is un-beta'd and I only skimmed it for proof-reading... lmao...

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