Okay, so this isn't like all the others I've written. It's sorta angsty and is about Gilbert's crush on Elizaveta rather than them getting together and having kids…

This takes place when Hungary was pregnant with Frederic…so I figured it fit in enough to be added to the series.

So, it's true. Gilbert thought to himself as he noted the distinct roundness of Elizaveta's stomach. The friggin' aristocrat knocked her up.

"Do you want to come in or something?" She asked sweetly.

God, does she glow. "No, I just came to grant you a glimpse of my awesomeness." AKA, what you could have had.

"Well, I'm going back inside." She began to close the door. "If you want to come in, you're welcome to."

"Won't your boyfriend be pretty pissed to come home and find me spending time with you?" He snarled. "Especially considering you're carrying his kid and all?"

"I think of you as an annoying brother and nothing more. Roderich knows this, and he won't mind it much as long as you take off your shoes."

He waltzed into the house. Yeah, he knows you think of me like a brother. He thinks I should have disappeared the day I dissolved. "So, do you have any idea what you guys are having?" Not that I care, it isn't my kid. Although…I wish it was.

She looked down to her midsection lovingly. "It's a boy."

"A boy, huh? Let me guess, he wants to name it after Chopin or something stupid."

She smacked the back of his head. "It isn't a stupid idea; I think it's a wonderful one. Frederic is a beautiful name."

Figures. He rubbed the spot where he'd been hit. "So…" He was running out of things to say. "You guys are pretty excited, huh?"

"Well, of course. What kind of a question is that?"

"Was this planned?" The albino smirked evilly, trying to hide the emotions rising within him.

She dealt another blow, albeit a more playful one. "Yes and no. We've always known we wanted children, but he-" Hungary patted her pregnant belly. "-just sort of showed up. But we couldn't be happier."

"He's just as happy as you?"

"Yes, Gilbert." She rolled her eyes. "He may not be as vocal as some of us, but he is capable of absolute joy."

"Are you even sure he wants to be a dad?"

"Gilbert! Yes, Roderich wants to be a father."

"But can you honestly see him as one?"

She was quiet for a moment. "Why are you asking stuff like this? If you're trying to provoke my hormonal temper, you'll regret it." Elizaveta stole to the nearest chair. "To answer your question: yes, I can see him as a father. I think he'll be a wonderful one."

"C'mon? He's cold and stoic. He has no concept of the word 'relax.' Just think of the way he acted toward Italy when you guys were taking care of him. I mean, we can't all be me, but honestly; he's about as far from an awesome dad as you could get."

"Is that what this is about?" She stood up once again. "You're jealous of Roderich…aren't you?"

The former nation didn't answer.

"Are you jealous of him because he's going to be a father…" Her gaze softened a little. "…or because he fathered my child?"

The second one. The second one. The second one. Elizaveta, I've loved you so much longer than him. He doesn't even care about you as much as I do. I can give you so much more… "I'm just trying to see how bad a pregnant woman's temper is."

She laughed a little, staring him down. "I don't believe you."

"Hey, West wants me back at the house to help him clean soon, so…"

"Since when do you listen to your brother?"

Damn, woman. You know me so well.

"Look." She took his hands in her own. "I gave you a lot of chances; you blew them all. You don't take my breath away, you don't amaze me, and I don't love you-not like him."

Um, harsh much? How does someone as boring as Austria take anyone's breath away? Amaze them, even? How can you love him, Elizaveta?

"Gilbert, I do care about you. I grew up with you, no matter how much of a conceited jerk you were and are. You're a part of my history, a part of my family. You're the brother I always hated but could never stand to lose. That's it. But this kid is going to call you his uncle, and you will always be a part of me. Understand?"

NO. "That was about the corniest "I love somebody else" speech I've ever heard. What makes you even think I even love you? That I don't just think of you as a sister too? Maybe I'm just looking out for you like a good brother?" At least…I can try to get away with my pride.

"Well then, we're on the same page." She stepped back and smiled, all trace of seriousness gone in a flash. "Roderich's going to be home soon, so you may want to clean up all the dirt you tracked in."

"I'd rather not." He forced himself to smirk, to act like he wasn't crying inside.

"Gilbert." She drew an all-too-familiar object from behind her. "Just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean I won't bash your head in."

"Elizaveta, don't…it could be bad for your baby." Wow, am I actually concerned? Well, it's just as much her son as it is that stuck-up Austrian's. And she calls me conceited.

"I wasn't actually going to hit you. I figured you'd be frightened enough at the sight of it." Her sunshine grin was sarcastic.

But it was enough to make his heart skip a beat.

"You know what, I'll humor you sis. I'll clean this up because I'm just that awesome." Because I don't want to upset you even more than I already have.

"Alright then. There's a rag in the sink. The one in the kitchen. I'm assuming you know where that is, considering how many times you've eaten Roderich out of house and home."

He laughed a little, knowing it was true.

However, when he got to the kitchen, he made a mad dash for the back door. He threw it open, running away as fast as could.

He ran not to get out of cleaning, but because he couldn't stand to let her see him cry.

Woah, OOC much, Gil?

Okay. I have no idea where this came from, but it slapped me, pushed against the wall and screamed in my face:

"WRITE ME!"

So I did (:

Oh, and beloved reviewers, were it possible to give you all cookies; I would. So here are some imaginary cookies. You may all take one :P

-Lissa