Author Commentary; I'm back with more! So quickly too! Yay for easter long weekend!

Character/Pair; PruCan, FrUk, plotdevice FraCan & USUK, side SpaMano, GerIta, RoChu & GiriPan, onsided PruHun

Rating; T (may be moved later)

Warnings; Genderbending (Female Canada/England/SouthItaly/NorthItaly/Japan/China), AU, some angst, heartbreak, mentioned sexual encounters, swearing

Disclaimer; I don't own Hetalia (but it seems to own me).

After getting Madeline to his house, Gilbert had let her use his shower and lent her a pair of his sweat pants and an old T-shirt of his. Gilbert had to keep himself from stuttering at the sight of her, hair dripping wet and dressed in his clothing. Shyly, she sat down on his bed and hugged he legs close to her body.

Gilbert sat down next to her, "So what happened?" he asked.

Madeline didn't speak for a moment, "Mr. Jameson called. He used to work at my parent's place as a housekeeper."

"I see." Gilbert said, watching Madeline carefully.

Madeline curled in on herself a little more, "He was nice at first, both me and Al really liked him. But then he . . . He started to watch me. I didn't really understand why, but he was always watching me. Then he began . . . coming into my room at night. At first he didn't do anything. Then he started talking to me, telling me what a good, smart, pretty girl I was. Then the . . . touching started. He'd pull back the covers and lift up my nightdress. Sometimes he'd only look at my panties, or my-" Madeline stopped with a choked sob before continuing, "But other times, he'd touch me, all the while telling me to relax, that he wasn't going to hurt me, that it was going to feel good, that he loved me. Sometimes he'd even put his finger inside, and he said that he loved me and this was what people who loved each other did." Gilbert could clearly see the tears streaming down her cheeks, "But I hated it, I hated him. I wanted him to leave and never come back. I wanted him to die. Anything so the touching would stop. When he said that he was moving back to South Africa I was so happy that I cried."

Gently, so he wouldn't startle the poor thing, Gilbert wrapped his arms around Madeline. She turned into his chest and clung to the front of his shirt, sobbing again.

"It's alright." Gilbert said, "He can't get you anymore."

Madeline sobbed, "But he called! He called and he sounded happy and- Oh God what if he comes back!?"

Gilbert gripped her slender shoulders tighter, "He won't get you because if he even sets one foot in this town I'm going to rip out his windpipe and beat him to a bloody pulp with it."

Madeline sobbed and sniffled for a few more minutes into his chest, and Gilbert only rubbed her back and softly sang his mother's lullaby to her. Her still wet hair soaked through his shirt and was cold on his skin, but Gilbert could only smell her beautiful scent. She was so close to him that he could feel her chest pressing against his upper stomach. Gilbert sighed and forced himself to not think about it and focus on Madeline's plight rather than her . . . assets.

After a while, Madeline's sobs died down to sniffles and hiccups. Gilbert pulled away slightly to wipe away the tears still trickling down her pretty face. Her eyes were puffy and red, but it never took away from their beauty. Without even thinking about it, Gilbert leaned forward and kissed her.

It was soft and sweet, no passion or lust. Gilbert gently cradled the back of her head, tangling his hand through her golden locks, and circled his other arm around her waist, pulling her close. Inwardly, he rejoiced when she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed back.

Madeline had never felt this way before, all strangely warm and fluttery inside. Even when Francis kissed her, it never made the inside of her thighs tingle like the way they were now, as she kissed Gilbert.

Kissed . . . Gilbert?

Oh crap!

Madeline shoved Gilbert away, "Wait wait wait!" she cried, "I'm dating Francis!"

Gilbert was a little dazed and shocked for a moment, but he gained his bearings, "Right." he said, loosening his grip, "I'm sorry."

Madeline pulled out of his embrace, "D-don't be." she said, blushing furiously, "I shouldn't have let it happen in the first place."

Gilbert sighed and ran a hand through his hair, "I shouldn't have taken advantage of you in your vulnerable state. Sorry."

Madeline smiled at him, "It was nice though. It felt . . . good."

Gilbert started, then grinned, "Oh really? 'Good' huh?"

Madeline giggled, "Yes, 'good'."

Gilbert leaned over and began tickling Madeline, "Just good? Not great?"

Madeline giggled and tried to wiggle away, "It was great! It was great!"

"I don't believe you!" Gilbert sing-songed, increasing his tickling.

They wrestled on the bed for a while, Gilbert tickling and making her smile and laugh, and Madeline desperately trying to breath and shove him away.

"I can't breath!" Madeline shouted, "Stop!"

Gilbert laughed and pulled away, "Okay okay, I give in."

Madeline caught her breath and smiled up at Gilbert, "Thanks Gil."

Gilbert grinned, "Anytime Birdie."

The next day at school, Francis came up to Gilbert, "I need to speak with you." he said, deadly serious.

"Uh, sure. What with the face? You're creeping me out." Gilbert said.

Francis said nothing and motioned for Gilbert to follow him out to the back of the school. Gilbert raised an eyebrow, but followed him any way. When they finally reached their destination, they spotted Heracles Karpusi and Kiku Honda, the ambiguous couple of the school, making out. Gilbert thought that Francis would shrug and find a different place to talk, not wanting to destroy the 'lovers tranquility', but instead, Francis walked over and tapped Heracles's shoulder.

"I'm sorry, but could you find somewhere else? I need to have a chat with my friend here." Francis said, motioning to Gilbert behind him.

Kiku blushed and began stuttering, even as Heracles stood firm, "Why?"

"L-let's just go." Kiku said, tugging on her boyfriends arm. Eventually, she coaxed him into leaving.

When they left, Francis turn to Gilbert and glared, "Why were you with Madeline last night?"

Gilbert's heart sped up, "I wasn't with madeline last night." he lied.

"Oh really? Then why did Elizaveta call me and tell you that she saw the two of you together?" Francis said, crossing his arms.

"Bitch." Gilbert thought, "So I found her while I was walking around last night, what's the deal?"

Francis growled, "And the jacket you gave her? The one you never let anyone wear?"

"She didn't have a coat or even shoes! She was upset and needed a shoulder to cry on! Am I such a bad guy for being nice to her!?" Gilbert cried, throwing up his arms.

Francis continued to glare, "And the little 'date' you had with Madeline a few weeks ago? And the way you seem to show up whenever she and I get close? And the way you seem to know more about her than I do?"

Gilbert all but seized up, "W-we're good friends."

Francis punched Gilbert in the jaw, "Stop your damn lying!" he shouted, "Why did you do it!? Why did you choose to screw around with her when you know that I'm dating her?!"

Gilbert reeled back and stumbled, but got his footing and glared at Francis, "She reached out to me for help, okay?! She wanted my help and I . . . Shit, I couldn't say no, alright?!"

Francis clenched his fists, "Help with what?"

"To keep-!" Gilbert started, "To keep you from frightening her, alright?"

Francis blanched, "What? To keep me from- What?"

Gilbert huffed and stomped around, "She didn't want you to seduce her, okay? She was scared and she reached out to me."

"Why the hell would she be scared?!" Francis asked.

"She-!" Gilbert stopped himself, "I can't tell you."

Francis growled and grabbed onto Gilbert's collar, "Why the hell not?!"

"I told her I wouldn't tell." Gilbert said, avoiding Francis's gaze.

Francis growled, "I'm her boyfriend, I have a right to know."

"I said I wouldn't tell!" Gilbert shouted, shoving Francis away, "I'm not going to betray her trust!"

Francis snorted, "Don't act as though you care. I know you, and after what happened with Elizaveta, you said you'd never love again. Why should that change now?"

"Fine!" Gilbert shouted, "I love her! I'm in love with Madeline! She's the most beautiful, wonderful, amazing girl in the world! I love her okay!"

Francis was beyond shocked, "You . . . you love her? S-since when?"

Gilbert sighed and sat down on the ground, all of his strength suddenly gone, "I don't know. I just . . . I can't figure it out. I just . . . love her, okay?"

Francis sat down next to him, "So you love her." he said, "Does she love you?"

Gilbert sighed, "I don't know. Maybe? She did kiss back."

"What?! You kissed her?!"

"Shit." Gilbert thought, "I didn't mean to do it! Well, I did, but- Augh! I'm so confused!"

Francis growled, "But she kissed back?"

"Yeah." Gilbert said, drawing circles in the dirt, "She did, but she pushed me away. She didn't want to go behind your back."

Francis glared for a few more minutes, then sighed, "I am just as confused as you."

"Figured that much out." Gilbert said.

Francis glared, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh please." Gilbert said, turning to face Francis, "There's only one girl you've ever called ma cheri {my dear/darling}, and that's Anne."

"That's not true, I-" Francis's began to say, but then his eyes widened. After a moment, he put his head in his hand, "Oh God."

Gilbert watched as Francis went through his little epiphany, "Oh God. Merde {shit}, merde. Merde. Fuck. Dammit. Oh God, I'm so stupid."

The two of them sat there for a while, not saying anything. They didn't care to remember that they were supposed to be in class right now, or that Antonio was probably worrying himself sick about them; they just sat there, stewing in their own thoughts.

"So what now?" Gilbert asked.

"I have not a clue." Francis said.

Gilbert looked over at him, "You're the romantic's expert."

Francis sighed and flopped down onto his back, "I have no clue what to do."

Gilbert flopped down beside him, "I'm in love with Madeline, but she's dating you, who's in love with Anne, who's dating Madeline's brother." he said, "What a fucked up scenario."

"I always hated soap operas." Francis growled.

Gilbert laughed, "We're so screwed."

Author Commentary; And there you have it. I'll get the next chapter up asap.