I do not own Hetalia. I only think that it's awesome enough to write about.


Lady and Lord Beilschimdt came into my room to see if I was doing well a few hours ago. They seemed worried about me, but after a while I finally convinced them I was fine. Lord Beilschimdt assured me that they were going to find the men who tried to burn down Roderick's home, but I felt a kind lost as to why he was telling me that instead of Roderick.

Anyway they left and I'm finally starting to get bored about being alone.

Before I was too tired to care, but now I'm just laying here twiddling my thumbs. And I've never been any good at entertaining myself. My Mama used to tell me that I was a horrible patient.

My mind soon wanders off into a memory...


"Elizaveta!" My Mama says with exasperation. She puts her hands on her hips, with the bottle of whatever horrible medicine she wants me to take still in her grasp.

Even though I know it's useless to argue I do so anyway. "But Mama...I know I won't like it."

"It does not matter if you like it not." She tells me with a sigh. "What matters is it helps you get well. Now please stop being such a terrible patient." With that last sentence she uncaps the bottle and reaches for the spoon on my comforter.

I make a face as she pours the suspicious looking brown liquid into a small spoon.

"Stop making that face, Eliza." My Mama warns without seeming to break her concentration of pouring the liquid into the spoon.

Sullenly I look away. "Why can I not just fight my illness by sleeping?"

Her lips tug into a smile. "Because not everything is meant to be fought by yourself. Sometimes you need medicine to help you."

"But what if I do not like the medicine that is helping me?" I ask her before I let out a couple of coughs.

She frowns before straightening the bottle. The spoon in her hand now full of medicine comes to my mouth. "Well, you will just have to deal with it az én kis vadásznő."

My eyes follow the path of the spoon as it comes closer and closer to my mouth. Before it can go into my mouth I quickly turn my head.

"Eliza honestly! Would you rather be sick forever and not be able to hunt and sword fight?"

At that threat I widen my eyes and turn my head back to the spoon. My lips part and then clamp onto the spoon. The medicine tastes terribly as I swallow it, but I know that if I were to be stuck in bed forever it would be worse.

"The only good thing about your love for the outdoors is that now I have something I can use to trick you into taking medicine." My Mama laughs before taking the spoon out of my mouth. Her brown eyes crinkle at the corners when she smiles at me.

"It tasted terrible." I tell her. "Can I go outside now?"

She shakes her head. "No, but you are allowed to have a visitor."

"You?" I guess with some disappointment. Since this is the only time I have sat still, she had taken this opportunity to show me how to sew. I do not want to disappoint her so I pretend to tolerate it.

Again she shakes her head. "No, I am your nurse. And I deserve a break because you are such a terrible patient." The teasing tone lets me know that she is half joking. "I meant your friend who has been visiting everyday wanting to know when you can come outside."

"The Awesome Me has arrived!" A loud whisper coming from the door tells me exactly who my visitor is.

"Gil!"


I sigh. Even then, I had Gilbert to keep my mind off of being sick. But he's gone and made himself sick from worrying about me.

When his parents came in I was tempted to ask them to send Gilbert to see me. But remembering that he needed to sleep, I decided against it.

Stupid idiot. Why would he spend that much time worrying about me? I know that he cares about me, but he didn't need to stay in here until I woke up. Ludwig told me that he barely ate.

A knock on the door sends a rush of excitement down my back. A visitor! Now I won't be bored out of my mind! "Come in!" I call. Not two seconds later a tuff of almost white hair pokes out behind the door. "You do not have any weapons near you correct?"

"Gil!" I say with a sharp gasp. "Why are you not in bed?"

He comes out from behind the door. "Because I am too Awesome to be in bed all day." His arrogant grin gives me no reassurance that he's fine. But he has an even stride as he walks toward my bed. Still, he should be resting.

I cross my arms and look away. "Well I heard that you have barely eaten or slept so I demand that you-"

In almost no time at all he turns my head toward him and kisses me swiftly before sitting down on the chair beside my bed with a grin. "You were saying?"

"I-" It takes me a moment to get over my shock. "I demand that you go back and rest!"

"But I am bored."

Even though I know how it is to be bored, I still think he should be back in bed. "Then tell yourself how Awesome you think you are."

"I already did that." He laughs at my weak attempt to hit him with a pillow. "Liz, please. I honestly wanted to see you."

Since I want to ask him if everything Alice told me is true, I nod. "Fine. Then you have to answer every question that I ask you."

"First I want to ask you something." He tells me with a grin. "Did you really tell the doctor that you thought he was being a jerk for not letting you have anything to eat? Because that would be Awesome. It seems like he always has a stick up his-"

The look I give him prevents him from finishing his sentence. "Really Gilbert? That is what you choose to ask me?"

I suppose that is all he needed to get serious. "No. Actually, I was trying to lighten the mood with my awesome jokes before I yell at you."

"Yell at me? What for?" I am genuinely confused.

His eyes flash with anger. "What for? What for? I will tell you exactly what for! You ran into a burning house!"

"Because I could not very well let Roderick die!" I snap.

"You should have!" Gilbert growls and I know that he really means it. "That spoiled stuck-up pansy! Do you realize that the man has not stopped asking about his piano? Or his music sheets? He has not asked about how you are once! Not once!"

That piece of information strikes me with hurt. I wasn't expecting him to be singing my praises, but just one inquire about my well-being would have been appropriate. "That does not mean that I should have left him there."

Gilbert pushes his hands off his chair and once he is up, he begins to pace the floor. "I do not care if he decided to throw you a parade because you saved his unwürdig Arsch!" At this point he starts to ramble in German.

Though I'm not entirely sure what he's saying, I'm almost positive he's calling Roderick a lot of names that are less than pleasant.

"Are you done?" I finally interrupt him.

"No! Do you realize that you could have been hurt!?" Gilbert runs his hands through his hair. "If you had gotten trapped or had not been able to find enough strength to lift him out the window..." He pauses to massage his temple. "Liz, I...You could have died. Do you understand that?"

"No I have always though I was immortal." I tell him sarcastically. When I have his full attention I continue "Gilbert, I am well aware that it was dangerous, but what would you have had me do? Stay outside and pray that help came in time? Did you want me to wait until the house was consumed by flames and know that I could have done something to help, but did not? And know that by not helping I became partly responsible for his death?" A few tears gather at the corners of my eyes, but I blink them away.

"Yes! Not the unawesome part of being responsible because you would never be responsible. I do not care if his miserable self died. Elizaveta, your life is so much more important than his-"

"How is mine any more important?" I demand. I'm shocked that he would say such things, even he cannot hate Roderick that much.

"BECAUSE HE IS NOT THE ONE I AM IN LOVE WITH!" Gilbert yells and the sentence startles me more than his tone. "I thought you died! When you came back unconscious I was so angry and helpless and-" He groans. He tilts his head back an inch and covers his face with his hands. "Gott damn it frau I thought I lost you."

We're both silent for a few moments.

He loves me that much? I ask myself as I stare at him.

Finally I decide to break the silence. In a soft voice I say "Gilbert, come here." I pat the side of the bed where the chair is at. The sound of my fingers hitting the bedspread seems signal to Gilbert that he can stop standing there looking distressed.

When he plops down on the chair, sounding like dead weight, I speak again in the same soft tone. "I am sorry I made you worry, but I am not sorry for what I did."

"You should be." He grumbles as he glares at the bedspread.

I pretend not to hear him. Instead I brush away some of his hair away from his face. "I am still here you know. I promised I would not leave you again. I intend to keep that promise."

He grabs my wrist suddenly and after a moment he brings it to his cheek. Knowing somehow, that he wants me to keep touching him, I stroke his cheek with the back of my hand. I think that he was truly scared. He tends to get angry instead of scared, even when we were children he acted this way.

"I still have not forgiven you for causing me this much worry." He tells me in calmer voice.

At least he's calmed down some. I stroke his cheek again. "Sajnálom."

He takes my hand away from his cheek and begins to caress my skin. When he speaks again it is in an even tone. "When I saw you laying facedown on the saddle-" His voice nearly cracks, but he clears his throat before continuing. "I honestly thought the worst. That was the worst moment of my life...thinking that I was too late to save you. Everyone was trying to reassure me and tell me you were fine. I could not even breathe until I held you and felt your heart beat. At first I vowed to kill whoever hurt you, but then I learned you went into a burning house willingly." He shakes his head. "You live to make me assume the worst do you not? Not awesome."

Somehow his use of the word 'awesome' lost its playful meaning and makes him seem more serious. To be honest that makes me worry.

I shake my head. "Gil, I am sorry that you were so worried, but...you have to understand something. After I became an indentured servant Feliciano and Roderick became my family. Do not make that face! I just mean that I lived with them and we had a sense of balance and understanding. I was worried about the both of them. What you have to understand is that I was terrified for their lives. The same men or group they belong to was trying to kill them. How could I let them?" I almost start to cry. "I was so scared Gilbert. I-I-I ju-just d-did what I coul-d t-to protect t-them."

Soon after I finish that sentence I feel Gilbert's arms wrap around my waist. "Nicht weinen meine Liebe." He mumbles into my hair. His hand travels from my waist to the upper part of my back so that I can lean on him easier.

"Gil..." I mutter. Having him here like his makes me realize even more how much I need him.

"Shh, not right now liebe." He replies in the same tone. Yes, right now you idiot!

"I love you, Gilbert." I whisper as I snuggle closer to his chest.

He slides me off the bed so that I can sit on his lap. "I think you already know my awesome answer to that."

"Stay with me for a while?" I ask him even though I'm pretty sure he would have anyway.

"No, liebe." He whispers into my hair. "I think the Awesome Me has to stay with you forever. So that you do not do anything else stupid."

I laugh. "And I can try to keep you from being too much of an idiot."

We both go back into a comfortable silence and I focus on the feeling of his fingers running through my hair. It feels really peaceful and nice.

"Liz?" His voice is quiet, but because of how quiet it was before it seems loud.

"Hmm?" I can't make my voice louder than a sigh.

"Sorry I yelled at you."

A smile finds its way to my lips. "I knew you were more scared than angry. And I-I think I deserved it in a way. I probably should not have gone in the house by myself."

"And as much I hate to admit it...it was pretty awesome of you to go in and save the piano pansy." Gilbert's voice sounds as rough as sandpaper by the end of his sentence.

I lift up my head and meet his eyes. "I meant what I said. About my promise and...that I love you." It feels so odd saying that to him out loud, but I think it's only far since he's made it so annoyingly clear that he loves me.

"Kesese~ I am awesome after all."

"Ó, kérlek maradj csendben!" I chide before rolling my eyes. He probably reached his limit for seriousness today. He's still an idiot...but apparently I love him.


I am back! Sorry that it took so long for this chapter, but I went on vacation to the Dominican Republic and there isn't any Wifi there. Well that's actually a lie...the truth is that I was baby-sitting and hanging out with some cool Canadians.

And I've got so much more activities to keep me busy...including basketball which is the reason for me collasping on my bed as soon as I get home.

Anyway enough about me. Now here is where I give you the bad news...I will not be updating

Here's the good news: I wasn't finished with that sentence...I will not be updating as often.

Hopefully there will be a new chapter by the end of the year. Yes, I'm that busy.

So thanks to everyone who has been reviewing! I love reading reviews! Also thanks to everyone who has favorited and followed this story. You are all awesome!


unwürdig Arsch- undeserving ass

Sajnálom- Sorry

Nicht weinen meine Liebe- don't cry my love

Ó, kérlek maradj csendben!- Oh please be quiet!


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