Hello and welcome to 'I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For'! Whew...long title is long, no? Oh well, this is an IceLiech Fanfiction because these two need so much more love~! Anyway, please excuse any inaccuracies, this story isn't so much about life on the run, it's more about the relationship between the two people who are running.

Disclaimer: No, I don't own Hetalia... but you knew that didn't you?

So, that said, let's get on with the story! :D

Emil Steillson watched the slowly rotating blades of his ceiling fan. He was home alone again, the only company being his guardians' fluffy white dog, Hanatamago, who lay curled up on his chest. He brought his hand up to scratch the puffballs ears and sighed. The dog let out a groan and snuggled closer to the pale haired boy's chest. "Yeah…me too,"

The low buzzing of his cell phone snapped him out of his half-daze. He reached out to the side table to pick it up, only to find it just out of reach. He rolled his eyes. "Of course," he mumbled. He stretched his arm out as far as he could and lightly pulled the phone towards him with his fingertips. When it was within comfortable reach, he snatched it up and flipped it open. "Halló?"

"Hey Emil, its Michael,"

"I know,"

"Listen papa got us a new T.V. because our old one was crap and I was wondering if you wanted to come over later and watch some movies with us."

"And just how many of those are going to be in Chinese?

Michael paused. "Well…we could always turn on the English subtitles,"

Emil almost smiled. "As nice as that sounds, I think I'll pass."

"Oh, okay…well, if you change your mind, just drop by. You're always welcome at our place."

"Thanks Mike," he waited for the other to hang up.

"Hey, Emil? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Mike," Emil snapped.

"…Okay…well, if I don't see you later tonight, I'll see you after school on Monday."

Emil closed his phone without saying goodbye. In general speaking to people was a pet peeve of his. Mainly because in his experience, people tend to judge him when the find out his social status. Everyone made fun of him and insulted him, except for Michael and his family. Truth be told, Emil was envious of the Chinese boy. He lived in a good neighborhood he went to a good school, and he was rich, really rich. Everything Emil and his family are not.

Rather than the nice uptown suburbs like Emil's guardians' wished for them, they were stuck in a two-room apartment in one of the most crime-filled neighborhoods. Graffiti and smoke was common in the high school in which Emil attended. Several students have gotten high simply by breathing in the air. Emil knows from personal experience, and it wasn't pleasant.

He hated his life. He wanted to go somewhere else. He wanted to be someone else. He wanted someone to care for him. He just wanted to escape.

He blinked.

That's it…

He sat up quickly, making the dog to yelp in surprise as it fell. Swinging his feet over the side of his bed, he stood up and grabbed his backpack. Emptying its contents on the bed, he replaced them with several changes of clothes and food items he kept hidden from his brother. In the front pocket, he stuffed in a small wool blanket.

Zipping up the pack, he slung it over his shoulder and ripped a piece of paper out of his math notebook. He scribbled five words on it before letting it flutter onto his pillow.

He walked to the front door of the apartment and opened it. Looking over his shoulder, he took one last look at the layout.

On the couch, several blankets lay splayed about. That was where Matthias, Emil's brother's boyfriend slept. On the wall, opposite the couch, was their ancient TV, they only got FOX News and for some reason a Swedish station from the sixties. It was still in black and white, and every two minutes someone would have to fiddle with the box's antenna to make sure the picture was only fuzzy and not pure static.

They didn't have a table. They would eat TV dinners in front of said piece of furniture in silence. The kitchen consisted of the small fridge kept in hotels' and a small microwave that took ten minutes to heat up a marshmallow. Off to the side were two bedrooms with a connected bathroom. One was where Emil and his older brother slept, and the other was where his guardians, Berwald and Tino slept.

He can't say he'll miss it, so keeping that picture in mind he walked out the door and closed it behind him.

Lilli Zwingli wondered why Uncle Rodrich had called her to his office. Whenever she had a meeting with Uncle Roddy, it usually meant she was in trouble. She racked her brain trying to think of something she might have accidentally broken in the past few days. She couldn't think of anything. So why was she sitting in an uncomfortably silent room, along with her brother, Vash, Uncle Roderich and another man.

Vash sat scowling with his arms crossed. Lilli wondered why he was in such a fowl mood. It's well known that Roderich isn't Vash's favorite person, and the young blond man was always irked about something or other, but today, he seemed even more agitated than usual. Lilli sat with her hands folded politely in her lap, every now and then she would nervously pick at her fingernails. Sometimes she would glance at the stranger in the room, but when she did, the two would make eye contact. He would smile, but Lilli would always go back to staring at her hands.

The stranger's hair spiked upwards and Lilli couldn't tell if it was light brown or dark sandy blonde in color. He sat very casually, not at all how a person of his high social status should be sitting. Lilli didn't like the way he looked at her. Behind his green eyes, she could see something glinting, and it made her feel uncomfortable. Every now and then, he would take a puff of his pipe, and he exhaled out a sickly sweet smelling smoke. Lilli decided she didn't like this man.

Roderich cleared his throat and set several pieces of paper on the desk. "Ahem…well, it appears that the paper work is all in order," he turned to LIlli, "Miss Zwingli, I would like you to meet Herr Lars VanEck."

The man stood up and Lilli returned the gesture with a small curtsy. Lars took her hand and kissed it lightly. "It's a pleasure to meet you," he said smoothly. It sent chills up Lilli's spine.

"A-and you," she stuttered. Lars held onto her hand longer than she found comfortable. The longer he held on, the redder her face became. After several awkward moments, Vash coughed and the two sat down.

"Lilli, Herr VanEck's Family has shown great interest in our business, and wishes to court your hand in marriage." Roderich stated.

Lilli blink in disbelief. Her protests caught in her throat, resulting in a small squeak. It most certainly explained why her brother was so unhappy. This man was at least ten years Lili's senior, and considering she was still underage…

She decided she liked this man even less. Roderich continued to explain everything as if Lilli getting married wasn't a big issue. She didn't pay attention to a single word said by the Austrian businessman. She could hear his voice, but couldn't make sense of what was being said.

She stood up abruptly and excused herself from the rest of the meeting. She ran up the stairs to her room and flopped down on her bed. She covered her face with a pillow. Is this really happening? I'm going to get married? To a man so much older than I am? How could big brother let this happen?

The pillow muffled her sobs; however, one could still hear them from the hallway. She heard a light knock and the door creaked open. She removed the pillow from her face and sat up. "M-miss Héderváry," she said, trying to pretend like nothing had happened. The older, brunette woman came and sat down next to Lilli.

"Please, call me Elizabeta, or Aunt Lizzy. Now, what's wrong? I heard you crying from the hallway. Did something happen?"

Lilli brought her knees up to her chin. "I'm supposed to get married early next year."

Elizabeta gave Lilli and empathetic look and wrapped her arm around the younger girl's shoulders. "Ya know, Roderich and I were in the same situation five years ago. Neither of us were very happy about the thought of marrying a complete stranger. But for the sake of the companies we represent, we did get married."

Lilli looked at Elizabeta with a confused expression. "But you and Uncle Roderich get along so well."

Elizabeta smiled. "Well, the more time Roderich and I spent together, the more we liked each other, and we fell in love."

Lilli pouted. "Yeah, but you and Uncle Roddy are around the same age. I'm engaged toa man at least ten years older than me."

The corner of Elizabeta's mouth twitched. She was typically open to all sorts of things, but that was pushing it. She hugged Lilli tightly and stood up. "I'll go talk to Roderich for you okay? I'll try to work something out. You're going to marry this guy no matter what, but I might be able to convince him to wait until you're eighteen," with that, she turned and left, leaving Lilli to herself.

She sat, staring blankly at the wall for a moment and then she grabbed her cross-stitching. It helped her clear her mind. She spent several hours working on one pattern, repeating the familiar motions.

Elizabeta stopped by again and said that she couldn't convince Roderich to change his mind or postpone the wedding. The news didn't come as a surprise to Lilli. Roderich has always been very conscious about the money in the company, and marrying into another rich family was too good of an opportunity to pass up.

She continued to work on her cross-stitching. What was she making again? Was it a pillow, or was it a handkerchief? She couldn't remember. She just wished that 'Herr Lars VanEck' would leave, but she knew that wasn't going to happen.

Maybe I should then…

She knew all the security gaps around the mansion. Granted there weren't a lot, but there were some, and her window was right over one.

She dug out a bag from her closet and filled it with her warmer clothes. She stripped her bed and tied the blankets and sheets together. Tying one end of the linen and cotton rope to her windowsill, she tossed the bundle of cloth out the window. She felt ready, but she couldn't help but feel like she was forgetting something.

That's right, a note!

She grabbed a piece of her personalized stationary and neatly printed five words.

Then she did something she never thought she would do. Climb out the third story window.

Don't Try To Find Me