A/N: I do not own Hetalia or its characters. Don't take my money, that's my neighbor's job.
PAIRS: Prussia and Canada, Hungary and Austria. Although I do not necessarily agree with either of them.
The sun shined bright and made every color vibrant and sparkling. The trees were green and towered above all, the soft breeze smelled of pine, nectar, and summer. That is, if summer is a smell. In my book it is. Dragonflies glided all around, chasing each other through the brush. Flowers bloomed everywhere, taking the color of stained glass of a cathedral on a Sunday. Everything was peaceful, except that is…..
"Elizaveta!" Gilbert (Prussia) yelled at the top of his lungs. His eyes burned more red than usual. "Get down here and give me that!"
"Make me!" Elizaveta (Hungary) replied. She reclined against the trunk of the tree, several feet up. One leg hung over the sturdy branch, while the other braced Gil's picnic basket on her lap. She dug through it eagerly, finding many satisfying meals. A bottle of maple syrup and a pack of hot pancakes caught her eye and her mouth started to water.
Gilbert felt like ripping his hair out. He punched the air in frustration. This was just great. He had been planning a picnic for him and Mattie for a week, and his partner would be there any minute. He had wanted everything to be perfect. "Don't you dare eat any of that! It's for Mat-…."he stopped and hesitated. "Its for a very important meeting I have to go to!" For some odd reason he felt a wave of embarrassment to mention his "relationship" with Matthew.
"Oh, chocolate pie!" Eliza exclaimed and continued rummaging through the woven basket.
Suddenly the wind picked up, making the trees wave and the branches start to shake. Elizaveta was startled, and tried to keep her balance on the branch, grasping its trunk. The wind continued to get stronger, and clouds were rolling in.
Gilbert held out his arms. "Jump down, before you fall fool!" He yelled through the noise of gusting and branches splintering. Eliza shook her head, her face full of worry. Every muscle in her body was tense and her hair whipped here and there. She began to lose her grip. "Jump!" Gilbert yelled one last time, just as she leaped from the branch 25 feet above him, and began to fall.
Matthew (Canada) skipped along the dirt path in pure joy, he couldn't wait to see Gilbert. As he hummed and starred at him surroundings, he held Kuma tightly in his arms. The polar bear squirmed and tired escaping the Canadians grasp.
The bear said, "I don't want to come along with you and Gil, too mushy!"
"Oh Kuma," Matt scolded, but still had a tone of pure cheer in his voice. "It's a picnic, it will be fun!"
Kuma squirmed more, "who are you!?"
"I'm Canada." Matt responded. He noticed the wind picking up, and heard thunder roll as if it was in the earth below him. "Oh no! Gilbert!" With that he raced down the path to find his friend.
Lightning cracked and thunder rolled. Elizaveta felt her stomach jump into her throat as she fell, it felt like forever, but soon found herself speeding down to Gilberts arms. As she fell into them, Gil braced her and balanced himself. The next second Gil's hand was on her waist and the other was clutching her arm above her elbow. He starred into her deep green eyes that reflected his red ones. The world froze before they could hesitate.
They heard a gasp and immediately came apart and turn in the direction it came from. Gilbert lost his breath and he went pale. "Mattie…"
Matthew almost dropped Kuma in shock. It felt like someone had stabbed him right in the chest with a shard of glass, jagged and sharp. His blood went cold at the sight of them together, and would not warm up. The wind whipped his blonde hair around his face. He felt anger and tears coming on, and started to run back down the path as fast as his feet could carry him.
"Mattie!" Gilbert yelled. He looked back at the picnic basket that lay on the ground after falling from the tree. Most of the food was soiled in dirt, but Gil picked up as much as he could that was still good quickly. Then he was racing after his love.
Soon Eliza was alone in the clearing, and the rain started to fall. Suddenly a voice came out of the brush. "Hungary…"
She turned around to see Roderich (Austria) looking back at her, hurt look on his face. "Roderich, it isn't what it looks like." She said.
"Stop." He said quietly. Then he turned away and walked toward their home.
The sky was dark and flooded rain. All there was then was cold, emptiness, broken pieces of the hearts.
A/N: Sorry for the stupid ending thing above, but I hope you enjoyed the rest of this! "stay tuned" for part 2 and I will try to hurry up with it. Please review and tell me what you think. Thanks! And never, ever trust your neighbor.