A/N: Dmitrii again! I love all of you guys. I just have to say that. And that's pretty much all I really have to say. I love you! I'm really sorry for the late update . I have a lot of things going on.

And that's roleplaying on Facebook! Tee-hee~ Well, I tried to make this chapter as long as I can to make up for the really late update!

Warning:Has Gilbert being himself, once more.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Hetalia or any of the characters! But I do own a character I made in here~

Gilbert walked the sidewalks of the city, hoping to find a shortcut to his job. Checking his watch that was placed around his wrist, he noticed it was only 7:20AM. Work started at 8:00AM. That gave him enough time to run some errands.

Looking down at a bag he had in hand, he made sure he had everything he needed. He then turned a corner, spotting a few pubs here and there. Shaking his head, he tried to rid his thoughts of walking in them and getting a beer. He really needed a drink.

So many things went through his mind, and he forced himself to push them back. Images of that soft face and soft smile kept popping up. He couldn't get Feliciano out of his mind; he was the best thing that has ever happened in his life. Gilbert loved him. So much, that he felt like he had to take his own life, in order for the Italian to live.

The older German sighed and began to walk slowly; not really paying attention to where he was going. But then, that's when something hit him.

I mean something really hit him.

Everything went by fast, and suddenly hit by a shopping cart.

"THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DON'T PAY ATTENTION, IDIOT!"

Gilbert opened up one of his eyes to see someone, a girl, looking at him with piercing brown eyes. She wore a black tanktop with a white-button shirt over it, a dark green hat, and baggy-and I mean extremely baggy-green pants.

"What? Can you not walk! Why aren't you getting up, wanker!" And now, she was starting to get on the German's nerves.

"I'm not a wanker! I can walk!" Gilbert got up on his feet, grinning like the strange man he is. "See? The awesome me looks sexier when standing, don't ya' think?"

The one in front of him didn't seem amused. At all. She had on a deep scowl; kinda reminded him of his brother. She pushed the shopping cart slightly out of the way, and walked towards the taller. Now closer, he noticed that she had chin length onyx hair and a tan.

"Hm, you are pretty cute," she reached up and pinched one of his cheeks. "Young, too. How old are you, twenty-something?"

Gilbert gave the girl a confused look when she pinched his cheek. Who does she think she is? Touching the awesome me as if I were a child! He thought, and made a small pout. But alas it was a manly and sophisticated pout.

"I'm twenty-five."

"Gee, you are young! What's a boy like you doing walking around?" She asked. Before the German could answer, he found himself being tugged on his sleeve by the other. "C'mon, I have a good feeling about you."

And before he knew it, he was pushing the basket full of knick-knacks.

Light flicked on inside a small shop; antiques glowing inside.

"Wow...So you live here?" Red eye's scanned the room. Stopping a few times to stare at something on one of the many shelves. Reaching out to one of them, he picked up what looked like a...Porcelain figurine of a cat?

"Yeah. This is my shop. There's an up-stairs too, and that's where my room is." She said as she went behind the counter of the small shop.

Gilbert looked around some more, taking a few steps to scan the shelves. As he looked around, noticed something. No one came to greet the two when they walked in. No one else seems to live here. Maybe it's just her?

"Do you live on your own?"

The onyx haired girl looked up from polishing the glass counter. She then smirked. "Yep. I run this shop all on my own! Lived here for years already..."

The German raised an eyebrow. "How old are you?" He asked.

"Me?" She then stood up straight, placing one hand on her hip, and the other on her chin, "well let's see...How long has it been...Maybe, thirty-one? Thirty-seven? Maybe even older. Probably old enough to be your mother!" She made a loud cackle before quieting down and placing both hands flat on the counter; making hand prints on the counter she just cleaned.

The white haired man looked at the woman in front of him. She didn't seem that old, but then he looked even closer. He could see clearly that she seemed to have dark, bags under her eyes and a bit of crow's feet. She may have been short, but had the curved body of a woman. Perhaps she was of that age? Possible old enough to ber mother.

"The name's Notocha, by the way. Your's is Gilbert, correct?" Shocked, Gilbert looked up at Notocha. How in the world did she know his name? He didn't remember telling her at all.

"How did you-"

"Shh!" She laughed and placed a finger on her lips to shush him, "no questions, and I might tell you. Now..." Turning around and going down a hall, she searched for something. Gilbert stood patiently behind the counter for her to return. When she did, she carried what looked to be a small chest.

"I have something for you, Gilbert. I had a feeling I would meet someone like you," she paused to open up the chest, "and I guess my senses were correct!" The open chest hit the counter with a small thud.

The German peered over to look into the chest. All he saw was...A pocketwatch? Why the hell would she give him a pocketwatch? Gilbert was hoping for some money at least! Oh but no, he's gooing to get a damn watch. What's he going to do with it? It better be worth some goddamn good money, he thought.

"Here," she picked it up and grabbed a hold of Gilbert's wrist, placing it on the palm of his hand. "I want you to take this. It's very important, so take good care of it."

"So...I can't trade it in for some green?"

"Nope. Now, lad, leave my bloody shop and go home or to work or whatever you're supposed to go!" She smirked.

"What! I just barely got here, and you're kicking me out!"

Walking over to the door, she opened it, hearing a small jingle of the bell that was placed above it, "trust me." Notocha held the door open with her back laying against it.

"You'd want to go home." She smirked even wider.

Gilbert looked back at the onyx haired woman, then at the watch in his hand. He placed it into his pocket, and walked half-way out the door.

"Alright, I'll go home. I'll just call work and say I was sick. Seeya' granny!" His laugh roaring as he waved a little and turned towards home.

"Hey! You can call me 'mother' but I ain't no 'granny'!" She huffed loudly and crosser her arms, before letting the door close a bit.

"And take care of that watch!" She yelled at him, "take care of it, as if it were the life of someone you love!"

"Take care of it, as if it were the life of someone you love!" Gilbert didn't know why, but those word's really hit him. Why was that? It didn't leave his mind. It kept playing over and over like a tape recorder.

That damn psycho lady, he said in thought.

Gilbert walked up to his door step, and placed the key in the knob to unlock it. He turned it roughly before shoving the door open. He was tired since he did all that walking for nothing; but atleast he got to skip work. He's probably going to get fired for that, though.

He took a step into his home, and that's when-

"Ve, Gilbert~ You're home!"

Red eye's locked with a beautiful golden-brown's.

"W-Wh...Wh-What...HOLY MOTHER OF FUCK!"

A/N: Sorry, sorry, sorry for the late update! Really! I'll try to update sooner next time! But, how'd you guys like this chapter? Like it? Then review! Reviews are like my chocolate! And I'm European.

We love our chocolate.

Anyways, yes! Notocha belongs to me, because that's my friend! I felt like the part suited her~ Since my friend's and I were joking around about how we would see her pushing a basket around in a large city.

I hope you all have a good day!

Dmitrii-out!