Author's note: It starts out as AusHun, but it's really a PruHun fic.
Elizaveta and her boyfriend, Roderich, whipped out their fleece blanket and laid it down on the lush grass beside the park's prized oak. She delved into her tote for her sunglasses, but they were buried by everything you could (and probably couldn't) imagine. After finally fishing them out, she slipped them over her emerald eyes and brushed the dust off of her petticoat. The couple plopped down and culled out their pack of sandwiches from the basket Roderich carried along. Both had a crisp, delicate smile politely placed on their faces and maintained a small chatter between them. They kept a safe amount of space between them, and it was… nice. It was just perfectly nice. Calm, breezy, sunshiny-
"LIZ!" a figure tumbled out of the tree to the tune of that name. A young man clad in a navy uniform, with a black German cross dangling around his neck and snow white hair littered with foliage crashed onto their humble picnic. Before he could even scramble off of all fours, Elizaveta had whipped her most trusty weapon out of her tote. Her face cringed in embarrassment of her childhood acquaintance and her knuckles turned as white as the albino's hair on her grip of the frying pan, delivering a harsh blow to the back of Gilbert's head.
Gilbert let out a not-so-manly-but-oh-so-loud screech of pain and a long string of curses. The poor language caused Roderich to shelter his ears from the foulness erupting from Gilbert's piehole. Meanwhile Elizaveta's normal, pleasantly feminine expression had morphed into a profoundly rubicund rage.
"Rod," she spoke through gritted teeth, "could you please go and buy me some cotton candy from that stand while I deal with this?" Elizaveta pointed to a booth all the way across the park. Roderich, quite scared of the angry side of his lover, complied immediately. He clutched his wallet and ran off, leaving the two by themselves.
Gilbert bit his lips and rubbed his pained white face with his palm. "Ouch. You certainly got a lot better at that since the last date I crashed."
"WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU!?" Elizaveta demanded. She had her hands firmly placed on her hips. "This is the third time, Gil!"
He pouted overdramatically. "Oh come on. We both know you don't really love him anyway, do you now?" he seductively ran his index finger under her chin. Her fair face flushed sanguine, but something in her brought her to resist the temptation of gnawing his finger off the bone.
"You don't know me," Elizaveta stated. Her moment of madness was now coming to a calm close and her voice became more hushed.
"Oh, really now, Lizzie? I believe I do. Or at least, I know you more than that buffoon does," Gilbert scoffed with a smirk slithering across his mouth. Elizaveta gave him a blank look, her pink lips spaced apart by a centimeter or two. She knew she was supposed to defend the one she said she loved, but the accusations were true.
"Out of all the people I could be with, out of all the girls fawning after my awesomeness, I love you. And you told me you loved me. Remember that, Lizzie? Before the politics
you and Rod together?" Gilbert looked at her with wide red-violet eyes, gaping open with not the sly flirting he was trying to pull off but a gaze of adoration and love.
She glanced over at the man who had finally made his way to the cotton candy stand, fetching her the sugary sweets she didn't really need. He really was a good man. He deserved love. But Elizaveta, not for all the money and land promised to her from their union, couldn't keep it up forever.
"Shut up," she rolled her eyes at Gilbert, and his hopeful stare was shot down. Or so he thought- until she leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.