Hello! This is a short oneshot about PruHun! I was trying to write differently than I normally do (different for me because it's in 3rd person and I only show the characters names at the very end)... Aso I wrote this randomy so I might not be good...

But all in all, I hope you enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own the characters from Hetalia, or Hetalia it's self. They both belong to Hiramuya-sama.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The echoes filled the empty church hallway. A tall man with messy light blonde hair walked with long strides, his slightly red eyes never leaving the ground. This man did not know what to do anymore. His mind was confused, shaken, and almost empty. His heart felt like it was being weighed down, and he had no more tears to cry.

"Why…" He muttered, once he had stopped. He held the medal of an iron cross that was usually pinned close to his heart. "Why did you allow me this suffering?" He asked. "Is it fun to torment me?"

Then, instantly, the man's thinking changed.

"I'm sorry. It's not your fault. I'm a human being. I can become mad, I can become sad, I can become happy…" His voice trailed off as he wiped the invisible tears that refused to fall from his face.

"I can become heartbroken. And all I can do is go blaming it on the wrong person."

The normally strong German man felt his knees grow weak and he fell to the ground.

"This is hard. I feel this is too hard for me; trying to go on each and every day alone. I want to see my little brother again. I want to see Old Fritz and Vatti. I want to be able to enjoy all the miracles around me. I want to be able to smile at my best friend for finally falling in love…" The man clenched the cross harder. "Falling in love with a nice man… Who is not me."

He felt as if his chest was being torn apart. He really wished he hadn't been so strong that he couldn't cry as often and as easily as he used too.

"I am… I have become something pathetic…" He muttered. He was shaking. He squeezed his eyes shut. The man just wanted to lay there. Just stay put and never face the world again.

All of a sudden a bright light entered the room and a bright looking person appeared before him.

"Shut up. You are perfectly fine," said a voice. The man looked up. He could only see an unidentifiable silhouette.

"W-who are you? Are you an angel? Are you here to take my life?" The German asked.

"H-huh? What? No, you idiot." The person leaned down. A Hungarian girl with long brown hair smirked at him.

"It's me. Idiot." She said. The man just stared. What was she doing here? Why did he have to see her now? The girl he was trying to cry over was currently face to face with him.

"Why… Why aren't you with the aristocrat?"

"You mean Rodriech? Why do I need to be with him constantly?"

"Because you two are married, aren't you?" The girl paused for a moment, and then laughed.

"We were married, but only for a short time."

"What?"

"Look, Gil, you just got back home after... how many years? Was it seven? Anyway, you just arrived home after a super long time. And that information that Antonio told you was way outdated." She told him calmly.

"Outdated?"

"Yeah... We got married, for family reasons, and then we divorced soon after. Now I am aiming to marry the guy I really like." The girl smiled at him. She started to lean closer to whisper in his ears, "I missed you Gilbert."

With those words, the tears escaped. They started falling down the man's cheeks. He smiled back at the girl he cherished so much.

"I missed you too, Liz. I love you." Cautiously, Gilbert leaned forward and kissed Elizabeta's cheek.

"I love you too Gil."

Thank you for reading! Please Review with comments or criticisim! (or anything! I'm just happy if someone reviews :D)