'A/N: So this chapter...probably the toughest time coming up with ideas I have ever had. I'd like to thank 'Ragi for this one. She keeps pushing me to get better, whether unintentional and by helping me along with these fics. I owe her far more than I think she even realizes I do sometimes. So thank you to my best friend and co-writer and everyone, please enjoy the awesomeness. (By the way, to those of you who read the first chapter, I apologize. The document's formatting didn't transfer. I will work on changing that to make it easier to read.)

Disclaimer: I still own nothing from Hetalia:Axis Powers, World Series, or The Beautiful World. Maybe Funimation will let me one day (I would love to own the world :) ) but today is not that day.

The sky looked a muddled gray as the clouds gathered overhead. The window felt as though it cut Gilbert off from the rest of the world. He just looked at each cloud, trying to let his mind wander.

"How do you feel Mr. cloud? Is it nice to have all your friends there with you? I bet it must be nice to have everyone there with you."

Gilbert reached out to try to touch the cloud he was attempting to address. He touched the glass, yet it still seemed so distant to him. It felt like his hand was miles away from his shoulder.

"How does it feel, when at the peak of life you have all your friends there with you? You all have your fun now before the storm breaks up. Then, just when things seem like they are at their best the wind comes and pushes you all apart. Then who will miss you? They will all just go in their own directions, blissfully going on with their own lives. They won't even think of you when you won't stop thinking about them, missing them every second of every minute of every day. They will forget you exist while you gradually break apart into nothingness. No one will miss you in the end. No one will even remember you existed. Ending alone, forever alone."

A tear escaped Gilbert's eye as he thought of the misfortune of the cloud. Why the fuck am I crying for a cloud? It can't even think for itself yet I can't help but think of the sadness it would feel.

He got up out of his chair and walked around the room, hoping to clear his mind, but to no avail. I can't get that stupid cloud out of my head. Why can't the wind blow it away to it's miserable end?

"Maybe Lud will have some advice on how to relax." Gil moved over to the wall across the room from him and grabbed his phone. He picked it up and dialed his younger brother. Please pick up Lud. I really need to talk to you right now.

The phone rang a couple of times. Gil held his breath, hoping to hear the voice of his brother. Maybe, just maybe, he can come over and hang out for a while so I can keep my mind busy. I haven't seen Lud in a while anyways. It would be nice to catch up.

After a few rings Gil finally heard the voice of his brother. "Hallo. Dies ist Ludwig.I am either vith my friends or my boss is keeping me busy so if you leave your name and number I will get back to you as quickly as I can."

Of course he wouldn't answer. No one ever does. Gil crossed the room back to his chair. He resumed looking at the clouds. "Do you ever feel like there are a bunch of friends around you but no one is paying you any mind Mr. cloud?" He looked up longinly, half-hoping the cloud would actually respond to his question.

"I see. So you too wish to ignore me. I can't say I am surprised anymore. No one ever does wish to talk to me." He turned away from the window, letting "Mr. cloud" drift away into nothingness on the horizon.

He stared from his window-side chair, gazing off towards the horizon, for a few moments longer before he snapped back to reality. He gazed around his apartment, longing to find something to keep him occupied long enough to get past the loneliness he felt.

After a short glance around, a picture on the wall above his television. Gil, ten years prior to the present day, stood, with toy wooden sword drawn. Across from his was a young girl standing in a ready fighting position with her own wooden sword drawn. Her green eyes were shining with anticipation as the sun reflected from her hair.

….

"Are you ready to lose Gilbert?" Elizabeta smirked as she taunted the young boy.

"Do you really think you have any chance of beating me? Gilbert looked back at her, ready to begin. "You can't handle me because I'm awesome."

Gil swung his small sword, no longer than a meter long, at Elizaveta, who casually deflected his strike. She countered with a simple slash which he swatted away. Gil squared his hips and stepped forward as he thrust his sword at Elizaveta. Completely caught by surprise, she looked down to see his sword poking her in the lower torso.

Elizaveta dropped to her knees, a look of disappointment in her eyes. "How in the world did you manage to best me? I always beat you." The surprise and sadness at her sudden defeat were both evident in her voice.

"I told you didn't I?" Gil gave her a friendly smile as he tackled her to the ground. "You can't handle me because I'm awesome." They both started laughing as they rolled over to look at the sky.

"I will beat you next time Gil." Elizaveta turned on her side, looking at him with a large grin on her face. "I don't care how awesome you claim to be."

"You can try to beat me, but I guarantee you won't." Gil smiled as he looked up at the clouds. "After all, I'm more awesome than even a god."

"You are full of it." Elizaveta playfully shoved him away. They both started laughing hysterically. After a handful of moments of rolling around, laughing at each other, the silver-haired albino boy rose to his feet.

"If you have that much energy, you surely have enough to start round two." He resumed the fighting stance he had taken earlier. "It's your turn to be ready to lose." He took her hand and helped her to her feet. She responded by swinging her sword at him as she planted her feet.

"Already letting your guard down Gil?" She let yet another smirk cross her face. "If you keep doing that there is no way you will be able to keep your guarantee."

"Don't get too full of yourself just yet." He let himself twist his face into a sinister grin. "You haven't shown me near enough to prove that you can handle my awesomeness."

They lunged at each other simultaneously and crashed swords.

….

There was a large flash and the room plunged into darkness. "Cheap ass light bulbs would give out now." One again it was just him in the room. His image of Elizaveta melted back into the darkness, locked back in his memory.

Maybe she would like to hang out. It would be nice to see her again. After all, it's been at least five years since I last talked to her.

He walked across the room to pick up his phone once again. He let the phone ring a couple of times. How will she react? Will she even pick up?

His palms were starting to sweat when he heard a woman's voice on the other end of the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hello. Is Elizaveta there?"

"This is she. May I ask who is calling?"

"It's Gilbert. Gilbert Bielschmidt. How have you been?"

"Same as ever. You?"

"Just as awesome as ever." A long pause ensued, seemingly dragging on, until finally, as if starting a whole new conversation, Elizaveta spoke up.

"Was there something you needed Gil?" She waited through yet another endless pause, curious as to why he would call after five years.

"I was wondering if you would want to get together tonight. For old times sake. Like when we were younger."

"I'm sorry Gilbert. Roderich and I are going to a symphony tonight. Maybe another night. Just let me know. Okay?"

Of course she would be busy. Just like everyone else. A sense of dread overcame him. What happened to the days when we did everything together? When we were the best of friends? As if by magic, the memories overcame him, drowning out every other thought in his mind.

….

"Do you wanna meet at the normal spot?" Gilbert, smiling held his phone to his ear. Just the thought of hanging out with his best friend was enough to make his day better.

"Sorry Gil. I really am but I have plans tonight. Maybe another day." For some reason she didn't sound too sorry to Gil but he let it slide. After all she always had a reason when she turned down an opportunity to hang out.

….

"Today is such an awesome day. If only Elizaveta were here as well it would be super awesome." Of course he still went to the park, the normal spot they hung out at. Who could miss hitting the swings on such a beautiful afternoon?

"I wonder what her big plans were anyways?" Gil began to think as a familiar laugh struck the air. "Maybe she actually decided to blow off her other plans and hang out with me for the afternoon. I mean, who wouldn't want to hang out with someone as awesome as me?"

He looked up only to see her holding another guy's hand while giggling. His long blue coat hung down and his brown hair, one single hair curling towards her head, which looked to be uncomfortably resting on his shoulder as they walked. He had one arm around her, a hand resting on her green dress, and the other squeezing the hand closest to him. Her eyes were shining in a way Gilbert had only seen when they played in their youth.

They walked over to a bench on the other side of the park, completely oblivious to the fact that there was anyone else there besides them. They comfortably started to cuddle as Prussia got up from his seat on the swings.

"Should I confront her about it? Should I just let it go?" He frantically tried to figure out what to do in his mind as he just stared in disbelief. An unnatural pain was beginning to form in his chest. "What kind of magic is this? How could she blow me off to hang out with someone that looks like that?"

He began to walk towards her and her new beau before deciding to flee the scene.

"If she would rather hang out with some other guy than me, that is her loss. I'm too amazing for her to be around anyways." A sharp pain shot through his whole body as he walked away, feeling a mixture of rage and sadness.

….

"Are you still there Gil?" Her voice called him back from the depths of memory. Back to the real world.

"Yes. I was just lost in thought for a moment." He started to tear at the thought of his best friend's betrayal.

"Is there anything else you need?" It seemed as though she felt nothing by the tone of her voice. No remorse. No sadness for losing her best friend for five years. She is treating me like just some ordinary person.

"No. I am sorry for interrupting your evening." The pain he felt that day he had just recalled shot back through his body again. What type of power does she hold over me that makes me feel like this every time I talk to her?

"It is fine Gil. Call anytime you like. Maybe we can work out a day to get together again... for old time's sake."

"That would be great." He paused a moment to see if she had anything to say. After giving her a fair amount of time he said goodbye and hung up.

After all these years she still doesn't care enough to reach out and try to renew our friendship. It's all because that Roderich dick came and ruined everything.

Still feeling slightly enraged from just how indifferent she seemed to him, he grabbed his coat and hat and walked out the door of his apartment.

A/N: God Kira it is hard to write for Prussia. He is so complex a character. I hope I did him a justice. For those of you who have been patiently waiting, in the next chapter both Prussia and Canada are gonna be present * pause for the gasp *. I hope you all enjoyed and until next time,

"Stay awesome, friend."