She stares at his hair from a far as it bops up and down through the crowd. It really wasn't hard to find him at all.
"Gilbert!" she yells out and he turns around to find her waving at him
"What?"
"Here," and a package was tossed to him, "It's that cape you lent me years and years ago."
"You had it all this time?"
"Problem with that?"
Gilbert stared at the package, wondering if he should open it or not.
"Aren't you going to take it out and talk about how awesome you were in the past?"
"I'm over that. I don't think I'll ever go back to the nation I was back then, heck, I'm not even a nation Liz. This cape has memories both good and bad, I'd rather not go into it," mumbled Gilbert and tossed it back to her, "Keep it for me, I'd rather want someone who thought greatly of it rather than me who hates it."
"Hey, maybe in another life, if we weren't nations, things might've been different."
He looks back into her green eyes, "What difference would that make?"
"We wouldn't feel the suffering as much, we wouldn't feel responsible for anything, we wouldn't have to care about wars, and we could've—," but she stopped midway and saw that he was still waiting for the end of the sentence, "Uh, we could've been a lot more friendlier than each other."
Gilbert laughed, "I thought you would say something a lot more meaningful then that."
"What did you expect?" pouted the Hungarian and blushed looking away from him
"We could've fallen in love," whispered Gilbert quietly enough and walked off with a small wave, "I was kidding about what I said before, don't think too much about it."
"What if I was about to say the same thing," mumbles Elizaveta too quiet for Gilbert to hear who was already metres away.
If only we weren't nations, what would life turn out to be?