Please
Author's Note: I do not own Hetalia nor do I claim to. Afonso is my friend's rp character of Portugal.
"Please, run away with me," he looked at her pleadingly. "Please come and stay with me, Elizaveta." She looked at him in the mirror; she couldn't bear to face him right now. "Please, Elizaveta, I can't lose you again. "
She turned to look at him, furious, "How dare you! You have no right to even say those things to me." She crossed the room and slapped him. "Why the hell are you doing this today?"
"Because I am going to lose you again, I can't have that happen." He stared at her, gently caressing her cheek. She swatted his hand. "You had enough time to decide this. Why now?"
"Do you love him?" he stared at her as she bit her lip, looking away.
"I-I do love him, what kind of question is that?" he grabbed her and pulled her towards him.
"An important one; do you love him as much as me?"
"Nem, you will always be my first love. I couldn't love anyone more that I love you." She stare at him defiantly, "But, that does not me that I don't love him enough to marry him. I suggest you leave." He grabbed her chin and kissed her. Her eyes widened and she shoved him away.
"W-what the hell do you think you are doing?" she glared at him angrily, wiping off her mouth.
"I don't know what to do, if once more I lose you, Lizzy," he looked up at her, trying not to cry. "It would tear me in two."
She was taken aback, "I am sorry, Gilbert. But I am not going to run away with you. I am going to marry Afonso. Maybe one day there will be a time for us but the time is not now."
She walked by him, her dress trailing behind her. She opened the door, hesitantly looking back; she swallowed hard and made her way down the hall. She left the Prussian man weeping in her room.
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