With My Life

Better Summary: AU-ish. Elizaveta Hedervary was just a young boy living on the streets with his best friends, Francis, Gilbert, and Antonio. He lives in poverty, stealing for food and other necessities, and often getting into fights with guards and shop vendors. When Elizaveta is saved by the king of Austria and forced to become one of his servants in return, he realizes many things. First, Elizaveta is actually a girl. Second, she would NOT let anyone know her true gender. And third, she was falling in love with Prince Roderich. AusxHun.

Stupid character limit on the summary thing. T.T It wouldn't fit all that!

On my profile it said that this wouldn't be up for another week or so, but I finished the first chapter and was like "What the hell? I'll post this and if it does well, I'll continue it." It was originally titled "Master and Servant", but then I thought that title sucked, so I changed it. It may change again later on, because coming up with titles is not my forte. T.T I'm open for suggestions for new titles and I'll credit you in this story if I pick one of your suggestions. ^^

Yes. So this is actually my first dramatic fic in a while, so please don't kill me if it's corny and stuff. ^^" Anyways, I love the pairing of Austria and Hungary, I think they're so cute!

Also, a heads up! To those of you who didn't know this (and most of you should, I'm just explaining for those who didn't know), but Hungary used to believe that she was a boy until she hit puberty. So, for the first few chapters or so, Elizaveta will be ELI Hedervary. Yeah...^^"

The setting is hard to describe, but I'd imagine it'd be a little village, like in Aladdin or something, with a forest surrounding the outside of town.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HETALIA OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS!

"Hey! Get back here, boy!"

Eli Hedervary laughed as the store vendor chased after him, but he didn't stop. He had just stolen a loaf of bread because, well...he couldn't afford it. Eli lived on the streets with his three friends (who were practically his older brothers), Gilbert Beilschmidt, Antonio Carriedo, and Francis Bonnefoy. They had all met together at an orphanage when they were younger and became very close. They ran away from the orphanage about a year ago because the owner was a drunk. Sometimes he'd even beat them and some of the other kids. So now, Eli and his friends took residence in an abandoned old cottage in the middle of the forest outside the village. They stole for food and clothing, fought against bullies and guards who chased them, and were basically beyond poor. It was terrible, but it was also great because they all had each other.

Quickly, the young boy of twelve ducked into an alley way to escape the vendor. He watched the vendor run past the alley completely oblivious before smirking and tucking the bread into a leather satchel. He waited a few moments before peeking out of the alley and glancing around to see if the street vendor was in sight before he came out again. He took off in the opposite direction towards the home he shared with his best friends.

"Francis!" came the yell of a silver-haired boy. "You...you pervert! You don't touch there! We're supposed to be fighting! Not molesting each other!"

"Aw, Gilbert," Francis cooed, running a hand through his chin length wavy blond hair. "Mais tu sais que tu l'aime~"

Gilbert blushed, his cheeks almost the same shade of red as his eye color. "I have no idea what you just said, but I'm sure it was perverted and sick!"

"Come on, mi amigos," a brunette with green eyes and tanned skin sighed as he sat under a shady tree nearby. "Let's not argue."

"Shut up, Antonio! I have every right to yell at him!" the albino Prussian snapped, his red eyes blazing. "He touched me inappropriately! And that is not awesome!"

"I could not resist!" Francis whined. "It is not my fault that I have so much amour~!"

"Stop speaking your damn French!"

"Guys, shut up!" Antonio snapped, standing up and going over to the two boys. "Gilbert, calm down and get over it. Francis didn't mean anything by it, it's just his thing. Francis, stop trying to molest everything and anything that moves. Okay?"

Francis and Gilbert glanced at each and mumbled apologies to each other.

"Good," the Spaniard replied, smiling and looking quite pleased with himself. He blinked and looked around. "Now where is poco Eli?"

"I'm right here!" Eli called, running up to the house right on cue. He came over to the three taller boys and gave Antonio a playful glare. "And stop calling me 'little', Toni. You know how I hate that!"

Antonio chuckled and removed the little Hungarian's page boy hat to ruffle his wavy brown hair that was tied into a short ponytail. "You know I can't resist, amigo. You are quite short. And you are the youngest out of us all."

"Not by much!" It was true though, Eli was the youngest. Antonio was the oldest at 16, therefore making him the responsible one. Francis and Gilbert were both 14, and Eli was 12. "And I'm only an inch shorter than Gil!"

"An inch and a half!" Gilbert corrected.

"Shut up, Gil! Like it makes a difference!" Eli retorted, chucking a small pebble at him and hitting him right in the forehead.

"Ow! Hey! So not awesome!" Gilbert whined as the other three just laughed. Yes, it was certainly nice for the four of them being together like this. They were a family. A dysfunctional family, but a family nonetheless. And that would never change.

"Hah!"

Eli yelped and gave a grunt as he fell back to the ground, his tree branch sword getting knocked out of his hands. He looked up at Gilbert, who was standing over him with his own branch, smirking.

It was a tradition the two of them had. Everyday, Gilbert and Eli would go out into the clearing in the middle of the woods, grab two long tree branches, and would practice their swordsmanship. They would fight against each other, and Eli had yet to defeat Gilbert. He was getting closer everyday though. Usually after these little "fights", the Prussian and Hungarian would sit together and watch the sunset. It was a bonding moment they shared.

"I got you again, Lizzie!" Gilbert snickered.

Eli narrowed his eyes at the Prussian. How dare he call him that name! Gilbert knew that he hated it. Eli's full name was 'Elizaveta Hedervary'. Yes, he had a girl's name. Why his parents had given him a girl's name was beyond him. It made no sense. Of course, he preferred to be called 'Eli', but once Gilbert had found out his full name, well, he never stopped calling him 'Lizzie'. One day that Prussian was going to be found with his head sticking out of the ground, Eli decided.

"Shut up," Eli growled as Gilbert extended his hand towards him. He took it and hoisted himself to his feet. "Thanks. And stop calling me that girly name! You know I hate it."

"But that makes it all the more fun, kesesese~!"

"Shut up, Gilly," Eli sneered. Okay, so 'Gilly' wasn't the most creative nickname. But, hey, it annoyed Gilbert, so that was fine. He picked up his makeshift sword off the ground. "Rematch, right now."

Gilbert grinned. "All righty! But you still won't be able to defeat the awesome me!"

Eli smirked at the challenge. "We'll see about that," he chuckled.

They fought for a few more hours, and as usual, Gilbert won every round. Eli currently was laying on his back, panting and out of breath. His face had a few minor scratches from Gilbert accidentally poking his face with his branch sword, but they'd be fine a day or two. He blinked and glanced to the side when he saw the albino lay down on the ground next to him.

Gilbert started chuckling. "See, Lizzie? I told you you wouldn't be able to defeat the awesome me."

"Oh, shut up, bastard," Eli snorted, rolling his eyes and reaching over to smack Gilbert's arm playfully. This only caused him to laugh.

"Aw, don't worry, kid! I'm sure that someday you'll be able to beat me. That day is just not today."

"Yeah, I know," Eli muttered. He sat up and curled his knees to his chest, wrapping his arms around his legs and rest his chin on his knees. He smiled and watched the sky turn a deep orange mixed with purples and reds and other brilliant colors. "It's so beautiful."

"What?" Gilbert asked, also sitting up. "Oh, the sky?" He looked at it for a moment, inspecting the sunset. "Yeah, I guess it's pretty awesome. Not as awesome as I am, though." He grinned.

Eli scoffed, but couldn't help smiling as well. "Whatever you say, Gil. Whatever you say."

So that's the first chapter of that. ^^ I hope it didn't suck too bad. I know that this chapter may be a little short, but I'm gonna make the other chapters longer, or at least try to. ^^"""

Some translations:

Mais tu sais que tu l'aime: "But you know you like it" (French)

Poco: "little" (Spanish)

I'm sure you can figure out the rest of the translations. ^^"" Anyways, I used an online translator for Spanish, and I haven't had French class in a while, so I may have forgotten a few things. ^^" If you guys notice any errors or anything, lemme know so I can correct 'em!

Read and review, please! Reviewers get free pasta~! :3