"Gilbert, hurry up! We need to leave now or else we'll miss the train!" Elizabeta yelled as she lugged her suitcases into the car's trunk.
"I'm coming!" The albino ex-nation replied in annoyance, pulling his own suitcase down the stairs.
Thirty minutes later, they had arrived at the train station. Due to the Prussian man's madman driving, they arrived just in time. They hurriedly loaded their bags onto the storage area of the train, and sat down in their seats with a relieved sigh.
"Why did we have to come so early anyways?" Gilbert complained, checking his watch. It was 5:00 A.M.
"This is the only train going from here to California that will arrive in time to meet Roderich!" The Prussian man merely rolled his eyes and pulled out a blanket from his backpack. "Well, I'm going to sleep," he declared as he draped it over himself.
Soon, Gilbert had drifted off into a peaceful slumber. He dreamt of Gilbird turning into Roderich, who then sneered at him and threw a piano at him.
Gilbert awoke with a start. He dragged his hands over his face. What a strange dream... he though uneasily. He glanced over at Elizabeta, who was reading a book. She turned towards him and smiled.
"So you're finally awake, huh?" He noticed that she was shivering. Looking away, he gathered up his blanket and handed it to her.
"Hm?" Elizabeta looked over with a look of surprise on her face. "Gilbert... Are you...?"
The silver-haired ex-nation turned back towards her, trying to put on his usual 'I'm awesome' face, but failing miserably due to the pink blush that was rapidly spreading across his face.
"O-Of course not! The awesome me was getting too warm!" He said with an air indignance.
Elizabeta shrugged. "Okay," she said, and took the blanket. She could see the look of relief on the Prussian albino's face as he turned away.
The Hungarian woman smiled to herself. Perhaps Prussia wasn't so annoying after all.