Holy Roman Empire, so my computer freaked out and wiped out all of my files, while I was ALMOST FINISHED with this chapter.

So I had to redo it, and I've had very little writing time between makeup work and a birthday request...

Plus I procrastinate :P. ALOT.

HOWEVER, I found this thing on my profile that lets me see how many people look at my stuff, and I just want to say, I FREAKING LOVE YOU ALL.

It's weird, because now I feel like I'm stalking some of you, because it shows what country you live in, and if you're a registered user.

So far, the top three countries' I'm getting views from are:

America (Somehow, I could just see this one coming)

The U.K.

And Canada.

But there are people from all over the world. From Kuwait, to Poland, Malaysia, to Ireland, there are Hetalia Nerds, Completely Insane Fangirls, and Fanfiction Junkies, who actually read this.

I just want to say I love you all. If I ever meet any of you, I am going to hug you for a good three minutes. At least.

And then we shall cosplay. And it shall be glorious.

And Katze, if you ever read this all the way through for once, I just want to say Thank You, and yes, This is Me, probably the only person you know who can go from her Greece mode to Russia mode to France mode in a space of five minutes. I expect you to review. Or I'll make you into an OC and you will be paired up with France. I'm not kidding.

*End of ridiculously long AN*

As our completely romantic and in no way stalkerish hero followed his Rabbit, he began to worry.

Why is Mon Lapin walking so far, in the cold and rain? She'll get sick if this goes on much longer...

He himself was completely shielded from the rain by his apparel. While the girls shopped, they themselves did some browsing in the store opposite. He had ended up buying a slightly too large, dark purple hoodie, which he now was wearing as a surprisingly effective disguise. Though he hated it, with the hood drawn up he looked like an extremely tall teenager.

Ah, the things we do for Amour...

He lagged behind the Brit, lost in his own thoughts, but soon noticed that his love was slowing down. She seemed to get dizzy, and stumbled a little, starting to develop the stagger most developed while sick.

He watched as she turned into her building, but had to take the stairs as she trudged into the elevator. He raced up the steps, really concerned now. He seriously began to worry when he got ahead of the elevator, in time enough to leave his present, to find that when it opened she was asleep inside. He stood watching her, as she brushed past him with a mumbled apology. To keep his cover, he stepped inside, but only pressed the close door button, opening it seconds later.

Finally, Elizabeth had made it home. She looked at the small bouquet, and he smiled as she mumbled something, as she stared hazily at the flowers. He took off the hoodie; He hated wearing something that covered his gorgeous fashion sense, and it was unneeded by now.

But when he had finished pulling said jacket over his head she had already collapsed; now barely standing on her knees. He resisted the urge to run down the hall to save her when he saw that she was still conscious. Her slender, shaking hand reached to the door, and inserted a small silver key into the slot. He was already running at that point, but he didn't make it in time to catch her head.

He stood there for a few seconds, just staring at her. Curled into a fetal position, her face was pale, blonde hair mussed up.

Without a second thought, he scooped her up into his arms. Fumbling with the key as he held her in his arms, He had only one objective.

I've got to keep her safe... I'll nurse her back to health myself if I have too... She won't be safe with anyone else...

He kissed her forehead, mumbling comforts in his native tongue.

Laying her down on the bed, He set to work.

I SUCK SO MUCH AT UPDATING IM SORRY!

I'LL TRY TO GET THE NEXT CHAPTER UP IN A FEW DAYS!

But it's getting kind of hard, the plot bunnies in the ICU...

And two new ones are in my head, and are kinda trying to kill it in its sleep...

The F.I.A.B.S. bunny died long ago, I'm going to have to bring it back as a zombie...

I also have a new story, 'life, family, and tomatoes'. Spamano, Lovi and Toni adopt an OC baby... AND I NEED TO UPDATE THAT TOO.

But since I'm somehow bored (I always am. It's sucky.) I HAVE A CONTEST.

How old do you guys think I am? Winner gets a F.F. ~ (I support Het, Yaoi, and Yuri, but I can refuse Pairings. There are few I don't like, but a couple are Rochu, USUK, and Franada...)

Oh, and Katze, You don't get to. I'll write you a one-shot anyways, ok?

Goodbye People of the World.

I'm Sorry.