Reviews~:

Lil Doufle : Yes, but I like writing sad stuff! :c Well, this one's happier!

Thank you; I'm glad you liked it. :3

96bittersweetblackcat : :( I just have a bad habit of writing depressing stuff…but to make up for it, here~

Ayumi Kudou : Yet sad. ;-;

ManyTruePairings : Thank you, kind reviewer~! :'D And I shan't allow you to cry, for I have now updated~!

Like Faint Hearts, this will be updated on Valentines Day.

…The Weeping Game will be updated sometime soon, and that HetaOni oneshot will be posted once I'm finished with it (and edit it cause it's total crap right now).

Resonant Hearts

Gilbert had once been content with his rough life - he had, quite a while ago (as a young child, yes), accepted the fact that he was completely different, what with the silver hair and crimson eyes, and the fact that he'd never fit in with all the others. He'd once been closer friends with the wild-hearted Elizabeta and the prissy aristocrat Roderich, but they'd always distanced themselves from him - thought of him merely as a mindless fool, who acted on impulse and had a lack of true feelings and just happened to goof around, not having the capability to be serious.

Perhaps they'd been right, but people change over time - even though their heart may remain the same, and that statement was true for the self-proclaimed Prussian; he still had the twisted, bitter heart filled with his pessimistic outlook and his negative feelings, something he'd had since he was a wee child and was tossed from house to house within his massive family, never quite finding a place he could call 'home', were people loved and accepted him. There had always been Ludwig, but he'd been separated from the blond German for years, and he'd moved on to find much better friends, who loved him and protected him - one, he could swear, felt something slightly more, but he'd decided he didn't have the right to nose around his little brother's business.

But then…then, there was Sisia. They hadn't been close when they'd first met - she'd had (and still did, though he noticeably cooled down over the years) a whacko Swiss brother who'd adopted her years back, and was extremely overprotective and trigger-happy - and that had acted as a huge, steel barrier, not to mention the fact that the man hated his guts and wanted to keep the little girl 'pure and innocent.' But he had found his ways, of course; he'd finally warmed up to the tiny Liechtensteinerin and vice-versa, and she'd been willing to break her brother's rules to meet up with him off the campus grounds of their rather enormous school.

He supposed he could now saw he was indeed content with his life, but that would be understating it. After all, who couldn't help but lighten up their feelings and banish away the darker ones when introduced to the small ball of light that Sisia was? He supposed she felt the same, though with a darkened comfort from his side, because he remembered what day it was today.

Gilbert abruptly stood up from his chair and glanced down at his outfit - probably the nicest thing he'd ever worn; a spotless white tuxedo along with a black tie and some black shoes that were polished beautifully, with his hair brushed back neatly and the bags long-gone from underneath his glittering eyes. He quickly stepped outside and waited at the little altar up at the head of the ginormous church, clearing his throat softly and straightening his jacket nervously. The words from the old man blurred and mixed together soundlessly in his ears, for all he could hear was his own rapid heart, pounding wildly in his chest.

Yes, I love my life, he thought when he turned just slightly and saw a lovely girl walking down by the large pews that were lined up upon either side of her, filled with various people with smiling faces and twinkling eyes - even Roderich, who held Elizabeta close to him and watched with calm, fond eyes as she stepped up to the albino and breathed in deeply.

She donned a gorgeous white, lac dress, with some extras on it that didn't over exaggerate the fairly simple dress. It reached down to her ankles, with a tiny little see-through trail following. She was boosted up slightly (though she was still so short) by the white wedges she wore, her feet shuffling around anxiously at the pressure she felt. He looked down at her hand - oh, her hand, holding something that bound them together - and he beamed inwardly at himself, his heart melting all over again at the sight of her in her alluring outfit.

The ring - it shone brightly in the faint light of the sun that shone in throughout the stained glass windows, sending a ray of colors throughout the spacious church. It was a soft golden color, with a tiny little diamond embedded into the middle of it, sparkling just as bright as the golden band it stuck into.

He glanced back up at her. Flaxen hair framing her ivory face, her dark wheat-colored eyelashes brushing over the high rise of her cheekbones and obscuring her teal doe-eyes...

The elderly man suddenly stopped his speech, asking them to promise things to each other. With another sharp, hoarse breath,

"You may now kiss the bride."

Happiness...

Ah, I don't know if I've said this before in Faint Hearts, but I'll jump between Liechtenstein's possible human names often. I love the name Sisia, but I also like the other names, so I'll use them from time to time. There's Sisia, Eva, Erika, Erica, and Elise…I use Lilli as her nickname, and I'll usually make her last name Vogel-Zwingli.

I've never been to a church (only some older ones here in Germany, and I've seen the outside of Notre Dame in France), so I hope it's a fairly accurate drabble. :3 I've never been to a wedding, either. But some weddings are held in churches, right~?

~~Moxie Rayne