So, next chapter. I'm so happy with all the support out there for this story. All my readers are so amazing and I send my thanks to y'all for giving this story a chance. Anyways, I don't own Hetalia and never will.


After the sun set later that night, Elizabeta quietly slipped downstairs. She put on an overcoat and waited at the back window until she saw a lone figure emerge from the trees. She quietly left the house to meet him halfway.

Instead of greeting her with the usual grin, he frowned deeply. "Elizabeta." he whispered. "Tell me the truth." The wind whipped around them causing her to shiver despite the thick coat she wore.

"I already have. I fell on a mirror and it broke. I was cut up really bad but I'll be fine eventually." she whispered. "It's not that bad. It looks worse than it is."

"Don't lie, Eli." he protested. I know you are. I can see it on your face. Please, I just want to know. I just want to help."

"Well, you can't!" she snapped. She felt hot tears prick at her eyes. "Besides I don't need any help."

"Please, tell me what's going on. I can help. I can help you get far away from him or whatever else might be hurting you. But you have to tell me honestly what's going on."

"Just go home, Gilbert." she said. Tears spilled over from her eyes and she felt her body start shaking trying to hold in the sobs. "I don't need some knight in shining armor. I'm glad that you care but you honestly can't help me. So, just go. Forget me. It's what's best for both of us."

He suddenly stepped forward and pulled the crying girl against his warm chest in a tight hug. She cringed up until he loosened his hold. Without thinking, she threw her arms around him and started sobbing into his chest.

"Shh… Eli, it's okay. I'm not going to leave you. Don't worry. I'm here for you. We're friends alright. That's what friends do."

"Oh, Gilbert…" she muttered. Eventually her tears quieted and she pulled away again. Her green eyes rose to meet with his red. For a second they stared at each other before Elizabeta began to back away.

"Wait. Where are you going?" Gilbert asked.

"I must be getting back before Roderich realizes I'm gone." she answered.

"But you haven't told me anything yet."

"I'm sorry."

"You can't go. When will I ever see you again?"

"Never…" she whispered and ran back inside the house.


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