Letters From What Seems Like Forever.

Summary: Eighteen months ago Gilbert Weillschmidt and Elizaveta Hedervary got engaged. One year ago Gilbert disappeared. Six months ago Elizaveta married Roderich Edelstein, Gilbert's best man. Today, she got a letter. HunAus, hinted PrusHun.

Rating: M.

Chapter 1: "Come And Find Me, Liz."

A couple, a light brunette and a dark brunette, kiss. The lighter brunette buries her face into the others' neck. A knock resonates through the fair house and crescendos for attention. The light brunette girl irritably jumps to her feet and stomps to the door. She opens the door and a letter is shoved into her care, but this man isn't the postman. She reads the person it is addressed to. The writing is beautiful and neat, and she can't hunk of who it could be from. She places it on the counter top and goes back to bed. This is one of the few times that Roderich is home, so she plans on spending the most time she can with him.

"What was it?" He asks; purple eyes peering through her.

"Nothing," Elizaveta smiles, walking towards the bed. "What's today's plan?"

"I have to catch a plane." He whispers into her ear.

"What? But you just came home yesterday..." She furrows her brow. He kisses her.

"I could get you a plane ticket." He tries in desperation. "To Italy, it's amazing."

"I promised Ludwig that I'd help him with the bookstore today." She just wants to spend time with him at home. Not somewhere exotic, just home.

"Oh ok." He kisses her; hands trailing over her stomach.

"Doesn't even care that I'm spending the day with another man." She jokes as she lifts his glasses from his nose. He kisses her neck.

"I know you don't have a thing for him." He rubs her sides and purrs into her ear, making her shudder.

"How do you know? I dated a German before!" She falls silent. Gilbert.

"I know, but Austrians are better. You know it." He smiles. "May I have my glasses back?"

"No, I told you to get contacts!" She places the glasses in her bra.

"I don't like contacts, and don't think I won't reach in there." He suggests; blush gracing his face.

"Geez, the twenty-eight year old, married, and famous pianist, Roderich Edelstein is still embarrassed to touch his wife's chest. If I didn't know any better, I think you were a virgin." She kisses him, guiding his hand to his glasses.

"And if I didn't know you, I'd think you were extremely immature."

"You love me." She smiles.

"I do." He pushes her on her back. Kissing her collarbone, he slips his hand behind her to unclasp her bra.

"Three hours, hmmm, I don't think you can last that long." She nips at his neck.

"No one can." He states. Gilbert could... She growls.

"You're taking too long; if you wanna get some, than hurry up." She whines. He chuckles as he slides her underwear down, yet she stops him. "Nope, lose the pants, mister."

"Fine," he obeys.

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She kisses him from the window of her car. They say their goodbyes and go their separate ways. On her way back to the house, her mind wanders to the letter on the counter top. No return address was on it, so who could it be from? She mindlessly turns left, then right, and then into their driveway. She turns off the car and walks inside the house. The letter sits on the counter. She picks it up, but before she can open it, the phone rings. She checks the id, "Ludwig." She answers the call:

"Hello?" She answers.

"Guten tag, Elizaveta." Ludwig greets. "I'm just checking to see if you can still help at the bookstore in half an hour."

"Oh, yeah, I'll be right over. I had to drop Roderich off at the airport." She stuffs the letter into her purse, and walks out the door again. She starts her car, pulls out of her driveway and heads west, towards the bookstore.

"I'm glad you volunteered to help. There's so many books in my bruder's room; I just didn't know what to do with them."

"He never read any of them, ha-ha." She forces a laugh.

"Ja, he preferred television; no literacy required."

"Yeah," She turns onto Cherry Street with it's strip mall of little shops. She parallel parks a few blocks away.

"How far are you away from here?"

"Turn around." She replies, hanging up the phone. She hugs him; he's always been like her little brother.

"So, let's get to those books." He smiles. "I just want to set up his books in an organized manner, and only a few of them, I want to sell."

"Ok, so by author?" Elizaveta asks, picking up a book.

"Ja."

She is honestly amazed by Gilbert's library. Wow, I never saw him read, but these books are all worn with numerous times of reading. James Joyce, William Faulkner, George Orwell, John Steinbeck, Carson McCullers, Richard Wright, and F. Scott Fitzgerald are all part of Gilbert's collection. She places the books in order, when the letter slips out of her purse. Ludwig picks it up and hands it to her. She sits down with him on the floor and tears open the envelope; her eyes peruse the letter:

Dear Liz,

Been a while, huh? I know it's been at least a year, or at least it will be when you get this, yeah? I guess there was no reason for me to just up and leave, and you probably wanna smack my head open with that godforsaken frying pan that I bought you. It's been a long time though, hasn't it? I miss you a lot, and as I write this, it's only been a week since I last saw you. I know that you are wondering where I went, what happened to me, and why? Well, I assume my brother's rummaged through my stuff by now, so what is he doing with my stuff? Not like you can tell me. Oh, tell him that he should cheer up a bit; I was a a bit of trouble for him breaking his house and stuff. You, I love you so much, Liz. I need to ask one more thing of you. Remember where we met, or I should say the place that you slapped me for the first time? Go there, just for me. Come and find me, Liz.

Love,

Gilbert

"What is it?" Ludwig asks.

"Gilbert..."Elizaveta sighs.

"Really?" Ludwig's face lights up.

"I think..." Elizaveta replies, thinking of all the places she's been with Gilbert. Where they first kissed, where he proposed to her, where she was when he left... Where did they meet? She can't recall where it was, and that is the most painful thing of all...

A/N: Elizaveta and Roderich never hit me as a perfect couple, but what do I know? Reviews would be preferred.

~FromPrussiaWithLove.