This is based off of a cmv by CrimsonHourCosplay. Now, ONWARDS!
P.S. I am not attempting to write in the accents, sorry.
P.P.S. I use their human names, so if that confuses anyone, here
Hungary-Elizaveta Hedervary
Prussia-Gilbert Beilschmidt
Austria-Roderich Edelstein
Let me know if you guys like it! All the credit for the plotline goes to its MARVELOUS creators!
The Last Night
Prologue
Gilbert Beilschmidt and Elizaveta Hedervary walked together down the gravel pathway.
"And then I said, 'That's what she said,' and West got really mad at me!" Gilbert said.
Elizaveta laughed and smacked him lightly upside the head.
"What was that for?" he asked laughing with her as a grin spread across his face.
"Do I need a reason?"
Gilbert's grin grew wider.
She's so beautiful when she smiles, he thought.
Suddenly, her smile vanished and was replaced with a rather troubled expression. He followed her line of gaze and felt his smile fade as well.
Standing on the stone steps that led up to Elizaveta's home, was Roderich Edelstein.
Roderich was a composer. He was very rich and owned quite a large estate. Also, he was currently one of Elizaveta's suitors, hoping to win her affection and, with it, her marriage.
Unfortunately for the Austrian, someone had already beat him to winning the Hungarian woman's heart. And that person was none other than Gilbert himself.
But, even though he had her heart, he could never have her hand. It was no fault of either Elizaveta or Gilbert, for Elizaveta would have married the Prussian on the spot if only her father would allow it. But, alas, had forbade it.
"I have to go, Gil," Elizaveta said sadly.
"I understand, liebling (darling). I'll see you tomorrow?" he asked.
"Of course. Unless..." she trailed off.
"Unless what?"
"Nothing, Gil, I'll see you tomorrow." She smiled briefly before scurrying off.
Gilbert's gaze met Roderich's contemptuous face and he scowled.
As the Austrian offered Elizaveta his arm, she threw a sad look over her shoulder as she glanced at her best friend.
Gilbert watched as the pair vanished inside the large house before slowly walking home.
Wibbly Wobbly Timey Wimey Stuff
Her laughter was forced. It always was around Roderich. But he never noticed the strained look in her eyes
They talked for a while longer, the conversation bland and boring.
Oh, what a bore! Elizaveta thought. If only he was Gilbert!
After a few more minutes, Mr. and Mrs. Hedervary walked into the sitting room, arm in arm.
Elizaveta looked at her parents, confused. "Anya (mother)? Apa (father)? What's going on?"
Roderich stood from his seat beside her and reached into the pocket of his coat and got down on one knee.
She froze.
"Miss Elizaveta Hedervary," he began, "will you marry me?"
Elizaveta felt shock race through her.
What?! She thought. No!
She looked at her parents. They only smiled and looked at each other lovingly.
Elizaveta could practically hear her heart screaming "no" as it thumped wildly in her chest. But she knew she didn't get a choice, she'd never had any choice for her parents made them all for her.
She looked back at Roderich, her eyes flitting momentarily to the lavish ring nestled in the little velvet box.
Tears began to form as she whispered, "Yes."
To Be Continued...