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Gilbert shook himself from his sleep. The Sun was peaking just above the tree branches when he managed to get his eyes open long enough to focus. A warmth covered his side and he glanced over to see Elizabeta still leaned against him her eyes forced shut. Her chest and shoulder slowly rose and fell with her breathing and the sight of her momentarily enchanted Gilbert. Pulling himself from his thoughts he slowly and carefully removed her from his person and leaned her up against a tree. He stood and walked around the area, attempting to get back up the hill to see what the battle had played out to be. He was sure that his army had won but regardless he wanted to see it.

When Gilbert finally reached the top of the hill he was shocked to see among the array of weapons and bodies a large amount of his men. He staggered back and fell back down the hill. As he fell he caught in the corner of his eye a waving Prussian flag. He smirked as he fell.

His back collided with a loud thump against the ground and Elizabeta was jolted awake.

"What's going on?" She demanded crossly Gilbert almost didn't want to tell her that he had won this short, bloody battle.

"It's over." He told her and began to shuffle around on the ground to find Elizabeta's helmet as well as catch his breath from the fall. Elizabeta forced her into a standing position and leaned against the wall for support. She gritted her teeth as her mangled leg nearly fell out from under her as she limped over to where Gilbert was standing clutching her helmet between his arms and his chest.

"Who?" She asked, needing no more clarification than that he knew what she was referring to.

"I…um…" Gilbert almost wanted to burst out and yell "IN YOUR FACE!" But he held it in, he almost felt bad but his pride in his country overwhelmed the feeling to lie to her. "Me." He stated simply.

"What?" She cursed and ran a hand through her hair. She stumble towards him her leg throbbing and screeching under her weight, "No! It's impossible." Gilbert turned to her nonchalantly.

"Look for yourself." Gilbert said and held a hand out for her, she smacked it away and staggered up to the hill. She slipped and stumbled down landing on her back coughing and sputtering. Gilbert walked over to her and hoisted her to her feet. "Let me help you up." Gilbert offered,

"NO!" Elizabeta began storming up the hill her leg gave way once again and forced her back down. Gilbert caught her before she hit the ground and lifted her into his arms.

"Are you going to let me help or what?" He demanded an official tone ringing into her eardrums. She pouted but allowed Gilbert to pull her onto his back. She clung around his neck but released her grip once Gilbert slid back down to get better footing. She tumbled to the floor.

"What was that?" He demanded.

"Go on. Be with your men." She snapped. "I lost, I don't deserve to be their leader." Elizabeta turned away from him and shook her head.

"But-" Her head snapped up and she glared menacingly at the sixteen-year-old boy in front of her.

"Go." She snarled. Gilbert huffed and accepted the dismissal. She was the enemy. There was no other way to explain their relationship, he ground his teeth at the thought but put hand after hand and dug his nails into the wet dirt leading up the hill. He paused once he reached the top,

"Are you sure?" He called back down. Elizabeta shrugged,

"My men will find me or I'll die." She put bluntly. "Now go and don't come back." Gilbert shivered at the intensity of her voice but followed her command and went at a full sprint towards his camp where he saw the Prussian flag billowing in the wind high above his head.

Elizabeta still hung in his mind as he placed foot in the camp. Step by step he heard his men shout his name once they recognized him. But Gilbert paid them no mind as he walked solemnly through the camp. It wasn't until he was completely engulfed by the men that he was able to drag himself from his thoughts.

"I'm back." He whispered in reply to all the questions and jabs sent his way, "Now make way. I must go to my tent and plan the next attack." He would do just that. Elizabeta would have to be just another spot on his radar if he wanted to push through this territory but something deep in his mind told him that she wouldn't be okay.

Forcing the thought to the back of his mind as he saw his advisors enter the tent just after he did. Gilbert stripped off some of his excess layers of clothing and sat down with the men around a map to plan their attack.

~X~

Gilbert was gone. Elizabeta was alone and there was no way he could make it back to her without breaking any rules. She probably preferred it this way any ways. She wanted him to leave, to not come back, to leave and let her die alone and cold in that ditch.

The albino slumped his head up against the side of his tent, all the thoughts of Elizabeta flowing through his head. No one would allow him out of the camp without an escort, he couldn't go on patrol, and he couldn't sneak out without being noticed. There was absolutely no way for him to get back. Even if he did wait until the next attack, which was supposed to occur the next morning there was no guarantee that Elizabeta was even alive, or if she was never saved by her men. Gilbert's eyes closed in frustration attempting to think of a way to get back to the female warrior without causing any panic.

What would he do if he even got there? He had absolutely no idea really. He couldn't simply take her back to camp and hide her among his men. No his soldiers were much to sharp for that. Also he couldn't leave her there and come back to her with food and water. The same problem, people would think he was conspiring against them and revolt.

There was no possible answer that didn't run a great risk. But that was just it! Gilbert smirked as he reminded himself of how awesome he was. Of how totally awesome his sneaking and lying abilities where.

Once he had come up with a plan he sighed. There would be some major repenting to do after this. He shook off the thought for now and only thought of saving that girl's life. Gilbert stood. In the chaos of dinner he would grab an extra roll and perhaps some other food, then he would tell one of his most trusted guards to make sure no one enters his tent in his absence. Then he would sneak past patrol and back to Elizabeta, he'd find out what to do from there. Over all this sounded like a good plan! The awesomeness that was Gilbert could most certainly perform his stunt without any hesitation.

Night fell quickly as Gilbert paced around his room playing out first the battle coming up soon and then his sneaking to see Elizabeta. Each played at his mind constantly. He smiled when he remembered his reason for fighting. The blond hair, the bouncing blue eyes; Ludwig waited for him at home. He waited for Gilbert to come back.

This thought almost drove Gilbert away from saving Elizabeta, but the humanity inside him caused himself to be pulled from the thoughts and back into the reality that her life most likely was on the line. Gilbert snuck a blade into his jacket just incase he ran into some problems. He snaked out of his rooms and began heading towards the small area designed to be a dinning area.

A few greetings and hellos caused him to fret about his journey. He might be caught; so many people could notice his pure white hair against the black knight. Everyone could pin point the blazing, shining red eyes staring at them from any direction. He smiled and made small talk as he snatched a few buns and stowed them in his sleeves. No one seemed to notice as he excused himself from the conversations around him.

Gilbert dashed over to his guard and gave the order. The guard looked at him with concern and question but didn't dare speak it. Instead he gave a quick 'yes sir.' And sent Gilbert on his merry way.

Sneaking out of the camp would be hard enough, but to sneak through the patrol? It seemed like a nearly impossible feat. But the awesome Gilbert could manage. He reassured himself as he walked over the wet ground, the freshly rained-on grass squishing noisily under his feet.

When he had made it nearly thirty feet he realized how troublesome this would be. To find his way back in the light was one thing, but to find his way back to her in complete darkness while avoiding the patrol at the same time made things ten times more detailed and complicated.

Gilbert ran through the patrol's schedule and where they were supposed to be and where. As well as who was supposed to be guarding that time and made a quick calculation in his mind as to which way he should go. He traced the route in his mind, creating a small map that he could follow. He would manage. He would find her and he would save her, regardless of whatever trouble she was in (if any at all).

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