Hey guys! This is my second Hetalia story. It is a lot of firsts though. First PruHun. First sad story out of everything I've written. First good story I've written in under a day. I'm very proud of this. Enjoy:)

Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Hetalia. Total bummer.


Angels. Gilbert knew they were real. He saw them everyday. Well, he saw her everyday. Her golden chestnut hair was always flowing in the wind, the soft summer kind he used to clear his mind. He needed to clear his mind a lot lately.

She had been showing up around the garden where he took walks daily. Her hand would be in another man's though. He knew and hated this man. This was the same man he had lost the most precious thing to. They were kids when it had happened, but it had lasted this long. They were grown up now.

The woman's sage eyes flashed when she looked at him. She remembered him. He could feel it in her gaze and see it in her eyes. Those tantalizing eyes. Gilbert had gazed into them before. He hadn't seen them for some time. The last day he had looked into them was years ago, but it still stood out in his mind. That day gave him nightmares.

"I'm leaving," she murmured, her eyes darting to the grass underneath their bare feet.

"What do you mean?" he asked knowing the answer but wanting to hear it anyway.

"I'm leaving. For a long time. With Roderich." Gilbert's blood red eyes hardened.

"We could run away."

"You know we can't. We wouldn't make it far before they caught us and dragged back kicking and screaming."

"But I need you Elizaveta. More than he does."

"I wish I could stay, but I have no choice. I'm sorry." Then she kissed his cheek and walked away. And for the first time in years he had truly cried.

"Gilbert," the woman, Elizaveta, greeted.

"Liza," he responded, using the nickname he had given to her long ago.

"I came back."

"I wish you hadn't." He knew it had hurt her when it flashed across her face for a second, and she flinched at the venom dripping from his words. He didn't care though, wanting her to feel the way he felt when she had left.

"I see you haven't changed," she spat.

"You haven't either. Why did you come back? To torment me? Or did he want to rub it in my face that he got you? Don't think I'm stupid. I know why you left. He wanted to marry you where I couldn't try and stop him." To make things worse, the stupid diamond on her left hand coruscated in the sunlight.

"If you cared about me so much then why did you let me leave?"

"He deserved you more than I did."

"But I loved you!" She was shaking now.

"Not enough to stay!"

"You could have stopped me!"

"How? What would I have said that would have made you stay?" He was shaking now too.

"You could have told me that you loved me, even if it was a lie." A single tear slid down her rosy cheek. Gilbert wiped it away with his thumb feeling her tremble at his familiar touch.

"I did love you. I still love you."

"Then why didn't you tell me?"

"It wouldn't have made a difference. You would have gone with him anyway."

"No I wouldn't have."

"Don't lie to me. What would I have given you? He gives you a home and nice things. All I had at the time was the clothes on my back and barely any money in my pocket."

"You could have loved me."

"I did. And it wasn't enough. Now I love you enough to let you go." He bent down to lay a farewell kiss to her trembling lips. Tears streamed down her face as he walked away. And for the first time since he lost her he didn't feel so empty.


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