Hey guys! It's been a while. Well, here you go. Another chapter! I'm not good at kissing scenes so bear with me.

Disclaimer: Yes, in my dreams I own Hetalia. I'm awake? Crap...


Gilbert didn't know how to react. Beautiful Elizaveta, married with a sweet daughter, was kissing him. It felt so wrong to be doing this, but then again it felt so much better. He snapped out of his state of shock to kiss her back.

His hands got tangled in her thick curls and he pushed her against the wall without breaking contact. She nipped at his bottom lip to gain access into his mouth. This deepened the kiss. They both fought for dominance, in the end the Prussian winning the battle. He smirked when she pulled at his hair.

They broke apart to let oxygen flood into their lungs. Gilbert peppered kisses on her milky neck. Her breath on his skin made a bolt of electricity shoot through his veins. He captured her lips again. His hands travelled to her waist. He pulled her closer to him. Everywhere she touched him was warm and set chills down his spine. Her fingers played with his hair while her arms were around his neck.

They broke apart again. This time Elizaveta trailed innocent butterfly kisses down his neck. She nipped at his lower lip, her cheeks blazing from the intensity of the kiss and her green eyes shining in desire.

There was a soft knock on the door. They both jumped. Their eyes met. Gilbert stepped away trying to hide the flush of his cheeks. Elizaveta fixed her wrinkled dress and straightened the pink flower in her hair. She opened the door and walked by a tall man with slicked back blonde hair. His cerulean eyes shined in amusement.

"Ludwig! What's up, Buddy!" Gilbert greeted with a smile.

"Brother. How was your trip?" Ludwig asked setting fresh white towels on his queen sized bed.

"Good." They shared an awkward silence.

"Dinner is ready," Ludwig informed clearing his throat. Gilbert set his sword and bag on the floor next to the bed. Ludwig led him down the labyrinth of hallways to the dining room. Roderich sat at the head of the table. To his right was Elizaveta, and to his left was Viktoria. She smiled and waved when he walked in. He smiled back. He was gestured to sit next to Viktoria who squealed in delight. She grabbed his hand.

"Where's Gilbird?" she asked.

"I don't know. Maybe he flew off while I was in my room." He looked at Elizaveta as he replied. She wasn't facing him.

"What's for dinner?" she asked her husband.

"Breakfast."

"I picked it!" Viktoria squealed. Elizaveta smiled at her daughter lovingly.

"As long as there's bacon and waffles I'm happy," Gilbert said.

"Me too!" Viktoria smiled showing cute little dimples. It made Gilbert smile. The food came then. They did have bacon and waffles. Gilbert dug in. Viktoria was trying to copy him, but he was eating too fast for her to keep up. He grabbed his water and took a sip from it.

"You still eat like you did when we were twelve!" Hungary laughed.

"And you're being a bad role model for our daughter," Roderich pointed out. His voice was sharp, hinting that he was jealous of the attention Gilbert was getting. Gilbert smirked.

"No, I'm being awesome. There's a difference." Viktoria laughed.

"I wanna be awesome too!" she cried. Elizaveta giggled behind her hand. Roderich shot her a look that made her burst out laughing.

"Don't say wanna, Viktoria. It's want to," Roderich complained. Gilbert snorted and kept shoveling food into his mouth. Viktoria continued to follow his example like a second shadow. It was extremely cute, and it made Gilbert smile. It was genuine and it made Elizaveta grin. Roderich noticed this, but he said nothing.

They sat in an uncomfortable silence. You could hear the scraping of silverware on the expensive china. Gilbert shifted in his seat. He could feel Roderich's midnight gaze on him and it made him stir in his chair. It was incredibly awkward. He scratched the back of his neck where his snow hair fell. Viktoria did the same. Her chocolate curls cascaded down her back in long waves. Gilbert had to keep reminding himself that this wasn't Liza. It was her daughter.

This just dampened his mood. It just kept reminding him that she had chosen a stupid pansy over the awesome him. Roderich didn't even love her. He never looked at her the way Gilbert did. And she didn't love Roderich. That was the only reason he could come up with for the kiss earlier. She must still have feelings for him.

"What time is it?" Roderich asked. Gilbert looked at the clock on the wall. The second hand stood at a standstill. It was the same clock he had broken at Elizaveta's house when they were kids. This was before they had started dating, and he was trying to impress her. He tried juggling three apples. One flew out of his hand and it hit the clock. She had yelled at him and ended up confessing her crush on him. That was a day he would never forget, the day that he had finally got the girl.

"Around 8 o'clock, dear," Elizaveta replied.

"Viktoria's bedtime."

"No!" Viktoria exclaimed.

"Aren't you tired?" Gilbert asked. She shook her head, but a yawn gave her away. "Well, I'm going to bed." Gilbert winked at Roderich when he said this.

"I wanna go to bed too," Viktoria announced. Gilbert smirked and stood up from the table.

"Do you need help getting back to your room?" Roderich questioned.

"Of course I do. You live in a freakin' maze!"

"Elizaveta, will you escort him to his room again?"

"Of course." Roderich took Viktoria to her room to get her ready for bed while Elizaveta led Gilbert through the winding corridors. They returned to his room even faster than last time. The door was barely shut before she kissed him again. Their lips connected in a fiery passion even more heated than the one earlier.

There was another knock on the door. They fixed themselves and opened the door. There stood Viktoria with her hair brushed back in her little pink nightgown clutching a raggedy stuffed bunny. Her smile took up half of her face when she saw Gilbert.

"I came to say goodnight like mommy," she said. She ran up and hugged his legs. He hugged her back. They separated, and she grabbed her mother's outstretched hand. Elizaveta winked before she dragged the sleepy child out of his room.


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