Hello to everyone who is reading this story or chapter!
The part written in Italics is Elizaveta's letter, and the "Italics in quotations" are phone calls.
I don't own Hetalia.
Gilbert snapped awake when he realized he was on an unfamiliar bed. When he realized Roderich wasn't in bed anymore he dragged himself up. Now that he was awake he wasn't sure what to do, because even though he and Roderich had sex it didn't mean that everything was okay. Gilbert slipped his boxers back on with a grimace before heading to the kitchen, wondering what Roderich would say to him.
"Roddy?" The albino called out, but there was no reply, and he assumed the brunette had run out again, only to be scared to death when he realized Roderich was sitting at the table with a few pages spread out in front of him.
"Gilbert, read this," Roderich said in a small voice, and Gilbert picked up the sheets of paper, his eyes widening when he realized what it was.
Dear Roderich,
I know I'm wrong. I have been wrong from the start, but I can't stop myself. Gilbert was my friend, and I turned by back on him. I hurt him because I want to be with you, and because of that, I hurt you too. But I think you should know how I feel instead of just labeling me as an antagonist.
"What the hell?" Gilbert exclaimed. "What is she doing?"
"Just read," Roderich said tiredly.
I met Gilbert when I was six. I followed my mother to the Japanese-styled inn Gilbert's aunt runs, and I was hoping to climb some trees and even catch fish in the stream. If you ever have a chance to go there, you'll see how breathtakingly beautiful things are in the mountains. I was excited, maybe you would be too? But then again, you're not physically fit, are you?
When my mother got the room key I raced straight to the room and opened the door. A small scrawny boy lay, with his eyes closed, beside the window, his silver hair and pale limbs almost glinting in the sunlight. I was young, and I was amazed.
"Who are you?" I asked him as I poked him. "You're so…white."
His eyes fluttered open, and I gasped. "Your eyes are red!"
Roderich, you must know who I'm talking about, right? It's Gilbert. That's exactly how I met him. My mother came in after that and Gilbert woke up and just jumped out the window into the room next door. He captivated me, he was special, but I couldn't put a finger on why he was. I wanted to meet him again. That night, during dinner, I did.
Gilbert looked at Roderich, who was staring at the wall, before looking back at the paper. He never knew Elizaveta had been so fascinated by him. Then again, her pride would never allow her to admit it. Gilbert still remembered how dinner that night went.
*From this point on until the end of the letter it will be: Gil's POV flashback, letter, POV, letter…*
Gilbert sulked at the table. He had been sent by his parents to the inn his aunt ran in the mountains, and he wasn't enjoying his stay a bit. His aunt was loud and simple; nice in character, but mean when Gilbert disobeyed her. He just did by running into a random room and having his afternoon nap there. His was six already, he didn't need be in his aunt's sight all the time, right?
That night during dinner Gilbert was told to be polite and not to poke at his food. He didn't like being told that, but the look on his aunt's face was enough to scare him. His aunt told him that she had two guests today, an one was a girl around his age, and he should be happy to have a friend since his younger brother Ludwig wasn't around.
Gilbert didn't like girls. They were fussy and noisy and cried when they didn't have it their way. They liked hopscotch and jumping ropes and ring-around-a-posy. They wore stupid ribbons in their hair and dragged stupid teddy bears around. They didn't like mud and climbing trees. They were just girls.
The sliding door opened and a nice looking lady stepped in, a tall girl following him. Or at least that's what Gilbert was told. Elizaveta was tall and handsome for her age and could have passed off as a boy. Gilbert took an instant liking to her. She seemed to be different from other girls. However, Gilbert didn't like the mother, even if she was pretty. He hated rich people. Now that he was thinking about it, Elizaveta was a rich kid too. So he hated her too.
His aunt told him to introduce himself.
"My name is Gilbert. I'm Prussian, I'm awesome, and I hate you," He said straightforwardly to Elizaveta's mother, and earned himself a whack on the head. Elizaveta's mother laughed while her daughter frowned.
"Mommy, he hates you," Elizaveta said with a frown. "I don't like people who hate you. I hate him."
Elizaveta's mother smiled. "Honey, a lot of people hate me but they say they like me. This child is honest, and I like him."
Gilbert looked at Elizaveta's mother, suddenly feeling bad for hating her. She seemed like a nice person. He thought all rich people were evil and wore fur from poor animals and had stinking perfume around them. Like Cruella de Vil. But this woman was different. She had a fresh air around her and she wasn't wearing any fur.
"I'm sorry," Gilbert said as he scraped his carrots up and put them on her plate, "You're not mean."
Elizaveta's mother stared at the carrots in her plate before letting out another laugh. Gilbert smiled, thinking that it was a wonderful sound. His smile was short-lived because his aunt immediately whacked him on the head again.
"Don't give your carrots to other people!"
"But you told me to be nice, and I am!"
"By giving someone something you don't eat?"
From across the table Elizaveta immediately flipped the carrots toward Gilbert with her spoon.
We began fighting shortly after that. We had a brawl at every opportunity we had. I picked on his size, he picked on my speed. Even though I hate to admit it, I'm slower than him in running and climbing trees.
Five weeks into my vacation and I was still on bad terms with Gilbert. My mother told me to be nice, and I tried to, but something about Gilbert just made me mad. Maybe it was because he put his carrots on my mother's plate, or maybe it was because he wasn't taking me seriously. I don't know, but I decided to talk to Gilbert.
"Red-eyes, it's about time we talk!" Elizaveta said as she stood with her hands on her waist, her green eyes flashing and her tone demanding. She had found Gilbert in the forest flipping the rocks for worms.
"I'm not called red-eyes," Gilbert muttered as he moved to another place to find worms, which he recently had the cruel pleasure of cutting them in half to see if they could regenerate or not.
"Well then, pale-boy."
"I'm not called that either, she-male." Gilbert said as he dug in the earth, starting to doubt if he could find a worm in the forest.
"What's a 'she-male'?" Elizaveta asked as she crossed her arms, and Gilbert sighed.
"It means a girl who acts like a boy."
Elizaveta let out an offended cry. "I am not a girl!"
Gilbert gaped as he looked up at her. "What do you mean, 'I am not a girl'?"
"I'm a boy! I'm going to be the manliest warrior you've ever met!" Elizaveta declared as she began to climb a nearby tree.
"You're a girl!" Gilbert yelled up at her, even though her image screamed 'boy.' "You're supposed to play hopscotch and jump rope and stomp your feet!" He yelled.
"I'm a boy! Why are you saying I'm a girl?" Elizaveta yelled back as she broke a thin branch and threw it down at Gilbert.
"Ow! That hurts!"
"Say I'm a boy!" Elizaveta demanded as she threw down another branch.
"You're not a boy!"
"I am a boy!" Elizaveta screamed at the top of her lungs.
"You're not a boy!" Gilbert screamed back in exasperation. Things were getting out of hand for his six-year-old self. Why would a girl say she's a boy? It made no sense. Elizaveta climbed back down and glared at Gilbert.
"Why do you say I'm not a boy, do you have proof?"
Gilbert blanched. He did have proof, but his mother told him never to show it to anybody else, especially girls. She also told him that he should never, ever, try to look at a girl's…well, girl-part.
"You don't have proof, do you?" Elizaveta said smugly when Gilbert fell silent.
"I can't show you, my mamma said I can't."
Elizaveta narrowed her eyes. "Why can't you?"
"…because you're a girl." Gilbert said, and within a blink of an eye Elizaveta was on him, pounding down on him hard.
"I. Am. Not. A. Girl!" Elizaveta screeched as she hit him, and Gilbert felt his patience wane. What girl in her right mind would say she's not a girl? Gilbert couldn't understand this.
"Stop hitting me!" Gilbert yelled as he shoved Elizaveta to the side, and the brunette rolled over, letting out a scream. Gilbert rolled up and tried to find Elizaveta, who had disappeared. He looked around before finally looking down, realizing in horror that she was dangling on the edge of a cliff.
"Mein Gott!" Gilbert exclaimed as he looked down at Elizaveta and back up around his surroundings to find something for Elizaveta to grab on. He then looked at his hands. What were hands for when there was someone in need?
Gilbert leaned down and stretched out his hand. "Grab it!" He yelled, and Elizaveta looked at his hand before looking back at the tiny foothold she was grabbing.
"Say I'm a boy!"
"What? Just grab my hand!" Gilbert yelled. What the hell was wrong with this girl? Someone normal would have grabbed his hand by now, yet this girl was insisting that he admit she was a boy before she would grab his hands?
"Say I'm a boy!" Elizaveta repeated, and Gilbert sighed angrily.
"Dummkopf!" Gilbert yelled, more to himself than Elizaveta, "You're a boy, you're a boy!" He screamed, and Elizaveta grabbed his hand and let him pull her to safety. When they both lay panting—Elizaveta from the adrenaline of her near-death experience and Gilbert from his frustration and fear—Elizaveta laughed.
"You admitted that I'm a boy!"
Gilbert wanted to smash his fist into her face, but he let it go for now. "Ja, you're a boy. If you ever get a boyfriend, introduce him to me so I can tell him how stupid you are."
After that Gilbert and I maintained a friendly relationship. We did almost everything together. Each summer I looked forward to meeting him. I guess time really changes things, because before I knew it I had begun to like Gilbert more than a friend. I was afraid he wouldn't be my friend anymore if he knew, but I tried to find out how he felt for me by bringing you up, Roderich. Remember the time we met?
The other girls made fun of me because I wasn't lady-like, but you said every girl is a lady and deserves respect. After you left, I squeezed a lemon dry in front of those girls to prove that I'm not someone they can laugh at. But that's not the point, is it?
I feel bad for saying this to you now, but I used you, Roderich.
Gilbert's mouth dropped open. Elizaveta was barely unrecognizable. Her brown hair was longer and she had a bang that parted to the right and a flower clip. Her freckles, which were the result of her spending an ample amount of time in the sun, had faded, and she was wearing a dress with stockings and all that… gal-getup. The moment she opened her mouth, though, Gilbert felt a wave of relief wash through him.
"What are you staring at, Gil?"
"Lizzie, you look…different." Gilbert said, and Elizaveta tapped her foot on the floor as she looked at him.
"Don't you have anything else to say?"
Gilbert tilted his head sideways and slapped a fist on his palm. "Oh, yes, I do! Let's go to the west side of the forest!" He said, missing Elizaveta's disappointed expression, "My aunt said we're old enough to go there."
"What about your brother?" Elizaveta asked.
"My parents say mein bruder is going to be more successful in the future so they're 'investing' on him." Gilbert replied with a shrug. "He's going to come next summer I guess."
"Oh. I have to change though." Elizaveta gestured to her dress.
"Oh yeah," Gilbert said, or shouted to be more precise, "You finally realized you're girl!"
"We're eleven, Gilbert, and I've known I am a girl since I was eight," Elizaveta replied with disappointment in her voice. "I just wanted to try on some stuff because I'm going to be a 'lady'."
"Oh," Gilbert replied, "Anyways, it looks okay-ish."
Elizaveta stomped her foot, making Gilbert jump in surprise. "Gilbert Beilschmidt, just…just…go rot and die off!" Elizaveta yelled. "And…Roderich is so much better than you!"
"I was about to say she looks better in shorts and a T-shirt…" Gilbert muttered to himself as he scratched the back of his head. "And who the hell is Roderich?"
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"Roderich is so dreamy and he's such a gentleman!" Elizaveta cooed as she hiked up the path a few paces ahead of Gilbert, who tried to stop himself from rolling his eyes lest they fall out of his eye sockets from over-rolling.
"He's the same age as us, Lizzie, he's just a boy." Gilbert said with a frown. From the start of their trip all he heard about was Roderich this, Roderich that. Roderich can play the piano, Roderich can sing in a beautiful voice, Roderich's handwriting is elegant, Roderich reads a lot of books, Roderich wears glasses…what the hell?
Gilbert was expecting to hear something more fun and exciting, not something about a four-eyed freak. He didn't like this Roderich one bit. Aside from Elizaveta and her mother, Gilbert was sure other rich people were really snobby and didn't care about the world at all.
"Well, he's more mature than you are!" Elizaveta replied as she looked back at Gilbert's sullen face. "Why are you frowning? Are you mad that I'm talking about Roderich all the time?"
Gilbert's brows furrowed together and he glared at his friend. "I'm mad because you're acting like a girl."
This time it was Elizaveta who frowned. "You kept saying that I'm a girl not a boy and now that I'm acting like a girl you don't want me to act like one?"
Gilbert blinked at the long sentence before a frown replaced his confused expression. "Well, it's good that you know you're a girl, but you're acting too girly."
Elizaveta glared at him and stopped hiking. "You're weird, Gil! You want me to be a girl, but you say I'm acting too girly! What on earth does the word 'girl' mean to you? Go and explore yourself, I'm not going anymore because I'm a girl!" She stomped backwards and past Gilbert, heading back down to the inn.
Gilbert's hand moved unconsciously towards her and his mouth opened, but he didn't call her and ask her to stay. He let his hand fall to his side and he sighed. What was going on? Gilbert liked Elizaveta the way she was before she started wearing dresses and hair clips. He liked the way she would smile at him and splash in the water with him and catch frogs with him. He didn't like how she talked about another boy like he was her life and how she was becoming more of a girly girl than the strong image she had shown him.
Gilbert blinked rapidly before his mouth opened in a surprised 'o'. A blush immediately crossed his face. "I'm crushing on Lizzie?" He muttered to the trees, only to have his question answered by the sound of sweeping leaves.
Gilbert didn't understand at all. He didn't understand my feelings. I talked about you endlessly, Roderich, and I sung your praises to him, but Gilbert just shrugged like I was talking about my favorite TV show. It didn't affect him one bit.
The next year, I completely changed. I knew Gilbert wasn't feeling anything for me, so I gave up. I decided to find someone else who could reciprocate my feelings. I stopped calling Gilbert 'Gil', and I stopped going on adventures with him. I became a lady, something my father wanted me to be—and I fell in love with you.
The closer I was to being a lady, the closer I felt to you.
Meanwhile, the relationship between Gilbert and I changed. We were still on a friendly basis, but not as friendly as we were before. First, we stopped spending time together. Next, Gilbert's brother, Ludwig, got into an accident. After that Gilbert stopped coming to the inn because it reminded him of his failure as a brother, or so I think.
We continued to text each other, which was now the extent of our relationship.
I met Gilbert again when high school started. He texted me saying that he was going to the same school I was, and both of his friends were as well. I saw him at the welcoming ceremony, but we did nothing but briefly acknowledge each other's existence, for appearances mattered, and he knew that as much as I did.
It wasn't before long that I realized he had begun to look for you because he heard that you were in the same school. This might sound cruel, but if I knew Gilbert would fall in love with you at first sight, I would have gouged his eyes out. That way, none of this would have happened.
I'm such a horrible person, aren't I?
Gilbert saw Elizaveta in the crowd. She had grown to become beautiful, and carried a strong aura around her that attracted immediate followers. To the girls she was nicknamed 'the prince', and to the boys she was 'the princess'. Gilbert waved, she waved back, and he continued on his journey to find his friends, Francis and Antonio. Seeing Elizaveta hadn't made the impact on Gilbert he thought it might bring, and he figured his crush on Elizaveta had long faded for reasons he could no longer remember.
"Gilbert, mon ami, we are over here," A familiar voice called, and Gilbert grinned as he joined his friends.
"Franny, Toni, where did you two go?"
"Franny went to seduce some of the teachers!" Antonio replied with a cheerful grin, and Francis let out a mock gasp.
"I most certainly did not— all I did was merely a show of affection." The Frenchman added with a devious grin.
Gilbert had met his two best friends in middle school and they hit off instantly. Antonio had a strong sense of justice and was a strong fighter. Gilbert and him had bonded after a random street fight they had carelessly gotten themselves involved in.
Francis was rich, but he had a different demeanor and was fun to hang out with. Gilbert met him when he headed to the infirmary for a nap and caught Francis going at it with the nurse, who happened to be male. That aside, when Gilbert told the blond about Elizaveta he was surprised Francis knew her, and even more surprised when he mentioned Roderich.
"I know her," Francis had told him, "She is the daughter of the Héderváry family, oui? It seems like her mother is wishing for her to marry my cousin Roderich."
"Roderich? Is he a dude with brown hair and plays the piano and wears glasses and shit?" Gilbert asked quickly, and Francis raised an eyebrow.
"Do you know him?"
"Oh," Gilbert said as he cursed himself for losing composure. He had heard so much about Roderich it was impossible to ignore a chance to meet him. "Lizzie told me about him."
"I see," Francis said with a smile. "If you want to meet him—"
Gilbert chickened out. He didn't really want to meet this Roderich after all. "Nah, thanks, I was just surprised that he's your cousin."
"Roderich is at this school," Francis said, his words snapping Gilbert out of his flashback episode.
"He is?" Gilbert asked dumbly before realizing that it was a given. Elizaveta would do anything to be in the same school as that Roderich.
A few weeks after the ceremony, Gilbert found himself unable to stop looking for Roderich. He had yet to meet or see the brunette at all, and he wondered why he was so stuck on catching a glimpse of the rich snob at all.
And then he saw him.
It was easy to recognize him with Elizaveta's description, but Gilbert never imagined that seeing Roderich would have that much of an impact on him. As cliché as it might sound, Roderich was perfect. His dark brown hair, his violet eyes, his thin-rimmed glasses, his thin lips and the mole near them, his straight back and his slender fingers…
Gilbert knew he wanted, no, desired the brunette, and the realization hit him like a ton of bricks. He quickly hid away from Roderich's view and looked around in confusion at a loud thumping sound that was pumping in his ears. Putting a hand on his chest he realized, with a small blush on his cheeks, that it was his heart that was beating crazily for Roderich.
It was insane.
Roderich, he fell in love with you, but why did you fall in love with him? Why can't you love me? Why would you choose someone you can't be with? You might say I'm cruel and Gilbert's cruel, but aren't you the one who's cruel?
I know you were dating Gilbert and I let you. I tried to tell myself that it was okay, but it wasn't. It wasn't okay, Roderich. What were you thinking and how did you feel when you were juggling Gilbert and me on either hand?
I needed to get Gilbert away from you. I needed you to hate him. And so I made a plan, and it worked. The CD, the whole 'I was forced' situation, everything, as you now know, was a lie.
Gilbert was confused. He loved Roderich more than anything, but he was aware that Roderich was outwardly cheating on him. Not in an emotional sense, of course, but being engaged to Elizaveta was a form of cheating, wasn't it?
He knew that Roderich was supposed to marry Elizaveta and he shouldn't have butted in from the beginning, but everything went too fast for him to stop himself. Wait. He was lying. He didn't want to stop loving Roderich, and that was his downfall.
"Gilbert? I need to talk to you," Elizaveta said quietly when she called Gilbert on a spring evening. The albino raised an eyebrow when he noticed the lack of sharpness in his old friend's tone.
"What? If it's about me leaving Roderich, forget it."
"…I'm willing to annul the engagement between me and Roderich if you're willing to accept three conditions."
Gilbert's ears perked up when he heard Elizaveta's proposal. "What are those three conditions? They aren't anything bad or weird…right?"
There was a moment of silence before Elizaveta spoke.
"First, meet me at the house in the maze." Gilbert's eyes widened, but he didn't want to know how Elizaveta knew about his and Roderich's special place. "Second, listen to me."
"What's the third?"
"You'll know when you see me."
Having said that, Elizaveta hung up, leaving Gilbert to ponder on her proposal. It sure didn't sound bad, considering the end result was Elizaveta annulling the engagement, but he was confident there was something he wasn't going to like.
In fact, there were two things he already disliked. The first was meeting Elizaveta at the house and the second was about the unknown third condition. It gave Gilbert a bad feeling, but he supposed he didn't have a choice. He wanted Elizaveta to back out.
Gilbert arrived at the house on time and saw a glint of light from the living room. He headed in and saw Elizaveta sitting on the couch. The two of them greeted each other coldly.
"Elizaveta."
"Gilbert."
"Are you going to hold your end of the promise when we're done here?" Gilbert asked as he sat down opposite of Elizaveta, his red eyes wary.
Elizaveta smiled, but there was no strength behind it. "Of course."
Gilbert crossed his legs. "So what did you want to talk about?"
"Gilbert, you might think I'm crazy and I know I've been mean and horrible to you—but I love you." Elizaveta blurted out as she wrung her hands together.
The albino blinked before laughing. "Seriously, don't you have something better to say?"
Elizaveta hung her head and remained silent until Gilbert was done laughing. She then raised her tear-filled eyes and looked at Gilbert.
"I've always liked you, Gilbert, and I just wanted you to stay away from Roderich."
Gilbert looked at his old friend in the eye and wondered if there was a truth behind her words. He wondered if he could believe that small truth. "You never told me anything," he began slowly, "You just talked about Roddy all the time like he was your life and you expect me to believe that? How old are we? We're already eighteen, Elizaveta—how many years have you had to tell me you like me?"
"You were never interested in me, Gilbert. I thought it was because I was a tomboy, so I changed my style of clothing and grew out my hair, but you still weren't interested."
Gilbert didn't know what to say. He did have a crush on Elizaveta, but since she was always talking about Roderich he assumed that she liked him. Crimson eyes looked away from her before looking back.
"What do you want? I don't understand why you're saying this now."
Elizaveta looked Gilbert in the eye. "I want you to sleep with me, Gilbert."
Gilbert laughed in wild confusion. "What the hell? There's something wrong with you. Why makes you think I'd sleep with you anyways?"
"You promised three conditions by coming here, Gilbert, and the first two are already done." Elizaveta said as she walked towards Gilbert and knelt beside him. "You came here, you listened to me, and now it's time for the third one."
"You don't mean—"
"Sleep with me, Gilbert." She said, and Gilbert cringed slightly when she covered his hand with hers.
Gilbert moved away from her. "Why would you ask me to do this when you know I'm dating Roddy?"
"Don't you want me to annul the engagement?"
"If you really like me, I can't feel it 'cause this feels like blackmail."
"Sometimes one has to resort extreme measures to get what one wants—and I promise, Gilbert, that I won't bother you or Roderich ever again— I really just need this one time."
Gilbert bit his lower lip. He decided to believe her, and he was a fool for doing so.
It was empty. There were no emotions at all, but I made myself believe I loved Gilbert, even for a fraction of a second. I told myself it was just a sacrifice and you would accept me as who I am. After that, I edited the CD and made two copies. I kept one for myself and sent you the other one.
You know how things ended. You accepted me, but you were devastated. I know you don't love me, but I hoped somewhere in my heart that you might.
The years passed quickly, or did they pass slowly? I don't know. Eight years in total, Roderich, and nothing ever happened. Time doesn't help in some situation, does it? It seems that being pregnant doesn't help either.
You don't really want the children, do you? Our children are nothing but reminders of our failed marriage. It would be better if you just ran off with Gilbert somewhere, right?
Now that I've explained things to you, I think it's time for me to take a vacation. Don't worry, I'm not going to do anything stupid, and I'm not going to abort our children—it's too late for that anyways.
Don't try to find me and don't go to Feliks because I made him take an oath of absolute secrecy.
Just live your life the way you want it, Roderich, and take good care of yourself.
If you're worrying about my parents, they'll be in Amsterdam starting next month and won't be back until next year. By then the children will have been born, and we'll probably meet again at that time.
Yours forever, Elizaveta.
*just to clarify this is the end of the letter and flash backs*
Gilbert set down the letter and looked at Roderich. "Roddy?" He asked tentatively, and the brunette let out a long sigh.
"What should I do? Elizaveta's gone off."
"She told you not to find her and she's going to be okay, so don't worry too much." Gilbert said gently as he moved two fingers and smoothed out Roderich's furrowing eyebrows.
"Gilbert, did you know that she had feelings for you?" Roderich asked quietly, and Gilbert sighed.
"She was too proud to admit that, I guess. I never really knew that until she told me truthfully."
Roderich was silent for a moment before he looked up at Gilbert. "May I ask about Ludwig?"
Gilbert chuckled before he pulled a chair for himself. "Well...mein bruder was already smart when he was a child, and he had an impressive knowledge on survival skills and other things, so I thought it was okay to bring him along with me to explore the west side of the mountain. But I didn't take into account that he wasn't physically able to go on my little 'expeditions'."
"Isn't Ludwig the athletic type?" Roderich asked, and Gilbert shook his head.
"I trained him to be more athletic after his accident."
"...accident?"
Gilbert smiled ruefully. "I dragged him along with me, and he lost his footing and fell off the cliff. It was amazing that he survived, but he lost his memory from that point backwards. Well, he retained his general knowledge, but the only people he could remember was a girl he met in the park earlier and me." Gilbert looked at Roderich painfully. "I was careless and he ended up getting hurt, but he remembered me."
Roderich covered Gilbert's trembling hand with his own. "Gilbert," He said in a soothing voice, "Ludwig is doing fine now, isn't he?"
Gilbert bit his lower lip. "He is. He met Feli and all, so everything's fine for him."
"Then isn't that alright?" Roderich asked gently, and Gilbert nodded. "So you don't have to feel guilty about it anymore."
Gilbert smiled. "Thanks, Roddy."
Roderich let out a soft sigh. "That aside; Gilbert, I think I should tell you that we're not okay yet."
The albino chuckled. "I know that."
"Elizaveta has gone on a 'vacation'." Roderich mused.
"At least she left this letter for you, otherwise you'd be freaking out by now."
"That's true."
"By the way, we have time to sort things out ourselves now." Gilbert said as he smiled at Roderich. "We won't be like we used to, but at least we're going to work things out, right?"
Roderich nodded. "That's a given."
The two lasped into silence, both of them lost in thought. Then Roderich spoke in the morning silence.
"I'm going to be a father." Roderich said in quiet wonder as he looked at Gilbert, "But will I see my children?"
"You will, Roderich," Gilbert said as he hugged the brunette gently, "You will."
How did you guys find this chapter? Reviews, please!
I know this chapter is a bit shorter than the usual lengh, but please bear with this for now.
So Elizaveta has gone on a vacation, but will she be back? It seems Roderich has decided to work things out slowly, but will his parents allow it?
Till next time :)
