Y'know, when I was first planning out this chapter, I wasn't expecting it to come out angsty and sad. Oops?

Anyway, hello again everyone! This chapter took a lot longer then I had hoped due to some short writer's block and vacation/camp. But I'm back now, and this should be the end! (Unless I decide to add a bit more, just for fun) Thank you everyone who sent me messages, I was super happy to see them! Also, once again, I want to thank HanyouExorcistAlchemist48 and Fryingpangle for reviewing, both of you are so nice!

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The next few weeks of Elizabeta's life weren't the best. Her newfound roommate seemed to be very interested in having her do every little task for him like cooking or handing him the TV remote and plenty of other useless jobs just because he was lazy. At the beginning Gilbert had been certain that he could do everything on his own and was still against staying with her, but after the Hungarian had found him stuck outside in the grass after an escape attempt it seemed that he didn't try to leave anymore.

However, although Prussia made her get him food or blankets, he would not stay off his foot. Plenty of times during the day he would jump up and walk around her house, probably hurting his foot even more in the process. Every now and then, after a few threats while holding her frying pan, Hungary managed to get him back to the couch with no hassle. Other times though he would run (or rather, speedwalk with a limp) away and she'd have to chase him all throughout the house.

Let's just say, the day where he was supposed to make his leave from her country back to his own home, she was a bit more then pleased.

Okay, a lot more then pleased.

There was no longer a brace on Prussia's foot, and it was pretty much back to normal. Sure, he probably shouldn't go about pranking other nations for a while, but he'd be just fine soon enough.

It wasn't until the night before he'd be leaving that she realized something that seemed strange.

Nations weren't like humans, besides their appearance. That was obvious though. They were stronger and such, so one thing didn't make sense to her. Nations were able to heal very fast. A broken bone wouldn't take nearly as long to mend for a country as it would for a human. And a sprained ankle would probably take only a few days, maybe even a week if it was that bad.

It had been two weeks.

Hungary wondered how she hadn't realized sooner, but then again, with how much she'd already been doing for Prussia, she wasn't all that surprised that it had slipt her mind.

But it didn't seem to matter now, since he was all healed up. It was pretty late when he'd gathered up his belongings and was making his leave.

Hungary was ready to send Gil on his way right then and there, but the thought wouldn't leave her mind.

"Well, see you later Lizzy!" Prussia exclaimed, practically leaping out of the door, and he also managed to force her straight out of her thoughts.

Before she knew what she was doing, Hungary called out to him, "Wait, Gilbert!"

He turned back, cocking an eyebrow up, "What? You want the awesome me to stay longer?"

"No!" She said, louder than she meant to, "I was going to ask you a question!"

Prussia nodded, but there was still a stupid smirk plastered on his face, and she continued, stepping out of her house as well, "How long have you been staying here?"

He looked up at his head, thinking to himself, "Pfft, I don't know. A week?"

"No," Hungary said, "It's definitely been longer."

Prussia looked down for a small second, and for just a small moment Hungary thought that she had seen an expression of dismay, or maybe worry spread onto his face, but it was soon replaced with his normal confident look, and the Hungarian dismissed it.

"I think you should get a better calendar Hungary," He laughed, "I know that it's been only one week!"

"Prussia-"

"Listen Liz," He said, interrupting her. He was uncomfortable, she could tell, "I'm just gonna go now, bye!"

Hungary's face turned stern, "Don't you dare leave now!" She exclaimed, not quite sure what she was saying at the moment, "You clearly aren't well if it took you two weeks to heal a sprain!"

"I'm fine Elizabeta!"

"No you're not-"

Then, Hungary saw rage tinted in Prussia's eyes and he screamed out, "I told you that I'm just fine, alright? I wouldn't be awesome if I was hurt, okay?"

Hungary matched his volume, "Will you let go of your ego for once and just let me help you?"

"I don't need any help!"

"Why are you being so difficult?"

"Why are you so concerned?"

"Because I care about you!"

"Pfft! Who would care about someone who isn't even a fucking nation anymore?" Gilbert yelled, and at his words Elizabeta gasped.

It seemed that Gilbert hadn't even realized what he'd said, as he just panted for a few seconds before he just stared at the ground.

Hungary took a moment to reconsider everything as well. Not a nation? But that was impossible, after all, he was still here now, right there in front of her. Sure, he'd gone through his hardships in battle and afterwards, but the last weeks had made it clear that he was very, very real.

But, it was possible, that even though there were still places that could be considered Prussia, he was more of a memory now. He didn't seem to ever acknowledge it, and no one else did either.

"You're.." she trailed off, "Not a nation, anymore?"

Prussia let out a laugh, but it sounded sad and defeated, "I guess not, huh? But hey, I must be super awesome if I'm still around!"

Hungary didn't smile at his joke, not that she would have if the circumstances were different, "Gilbert-"

"You don't have to worry, really." Prussia said with a smile, that didn't seem cocky or annoying, but seemed reassuring, "I'm totally cool!"

Looking at the ground, Hungary didn't speak. Gilbert wasn't the best guy, that was obvious. But never in all the years she'd been alive had Elizabeta ever thought he'd disappear one day.

Gilbert stepped forward, "Aw, c'mon Hungary! You can see that I'm fine!"

"But you aren't-" She spoke out once again, but like she expected, he cut her off.

"Pfft! I can handle this all, I'm awesome!"

She was still shocked at the news nontheless, after all, that kind of information was a bit hard to take in so easily. But then she looked back at the Prussian. He wasn't lying when he said he was perfectly fine, especially after healing up, but she couldn't shake the thought from her head, but a small idea popped into her mind.

A sigh escaped her lips, she couldn't believe she was doing this, "Maybe, you should...stay here...for a little while."

The albino looked up, "Wait what?"

She groaned, but her voice remained quiet, "I was asking if you, I don't know, wanted to stay a little bit longer?"

A devilish grin appeared on Prussia's face, "Oh I'm sorry, I don't think I quite heard tha-"

"I asked if you wanted to stay here for a little bit more!" She yelled, glaring at him.

His eyes widened at her outburst, but he soon regained his cool composure, "Sure thing Lizzy, if you say so."

"Just get inside."

He entered her house again and she shut the door behind her, but once they were alone he asked, "So, you care about me?"

BANG

"Ow! What was that for?"

She giggled slightly, after all, he said he was feeling just fine.

-The End-