I do not own Hetalia. I only think that it's awesome enough to write about.
The wind whips my hair back as I practically fly across the field. Finally feeling the wind blowing and smelling the grass gives me that sense of freedom I have been missing since I was young.
"Liz! Liz wait!" Gilbert calls after me with a laugh.
Even if I wanted to, the horse I am now has other plans as she jumps the fence in front of me. "This horse seems to have other ideas!" I call over my shoulder.
Finally I'm out of that bed! I hated waiting longer to get out of there! It is not that it was not soft enough, but just having to sit still and not do anything was so tiring. Of course Gilbert visited everyday even when I told him to go rest.
Speaking of him...I wonder why he has not called again after me.
"LIZ!" A loud voice yells from my right.
Because I did not expect that to happen I jump in surprise. Which is not really the best thing to do when I am not a running horse. Quickly I grab the reins so that I am not in any danger of falling off. "GIL!" I yell as I try to keep my balance.
His laughter is the only answer I get. Once I catch my balance I glare in his direction.
"What?" He asks with a impish grin playing on his lips.
"Do not dare ask that!" I scold as I try to keep a serious tone, but fail miserably when I start laughing. In order to prevent any more accidents from happening, I pull the reins to keep my horse from going any further.
"You are impossible!" I manage to say as I bend over my horse neck to catch my breath. My hair makes a sort of curtain that hides my face and keeps me from seeing anything.
"Kesese! You know I am awesome, Liz!" At the sound of horse hooves coming closer, I pry through my curtain of hair and barely see the same impish grin on his face.
When I can I straighten and try to glare at him, but I think that my smile might have ruined any chance of looking angry. "And here I thought you did not want me to get injuried."
As soon as Gilbert's grin disappears I know I picked the wrong thing to say. "Did you injure yourself?" Without waiting for an answer he swings his feet off the side of his horse and drops to the ground. Once on the ground he walks over to my horse. "Really Liz if you hurt yourself-"
"Gilbert! I am perfectly fine, I promise!" My promise must not have been enough to satisfy him because he goes over to the side of my horse and looks at me meaningfully. "I am not getting off this horse Gilbert. So you are going to have to be satisfied with my earlier statement."
He makes a face. "Earlier statement? Are we at an elegant dinner party with nobles to impress?" Good he's teasing me. Maybe that means that he will not make me get off... "I still want to make sure."
With a sigh I realize that he is not going to give me. But then again I am really stubborn. "And how do you suppose you are going to check? Will you try to strip me again?"
At the mention of that incident he blushes.
There are only a few things that could ever make Gilbert Beilschimdt blush and the time he nearly stripped me is one of them.
"I was only-"
I wave away his words with a flick of my hand. "Yes yes I know already. You were young and did not know any better-"
"You never did tell me that story."
Gilbert and I both turn at the new voice.
Ludwig tilts his head at us. "Sorry, Mutti told me that the both of you were riding elsewhere." He pulls the reins so that his horse starts off in a new direction.
"No, it is no trouble." I tell him with a smile. Then I get an idea. "In fact...if we ride fast enough I am sure I can tell you the whole story before Gilbert can get on his horse."
Gilbert stares at me with a perplexed expression until he finally catches on to what I'm implying. "Elizaveta I swear if you-!"
"Ha!" I snap the reins and my horse takes off. Before I get too far I call over my shoulder "Coming Ludwig? Or have you lost interest?"
Not a moment later I hear hooves and the sound of Gilbert yelling after us.
"I am here!" Ludwig calls from my left.
To show I heard him I nod. "Follow me and I will try to tell you as much as I can before he catches us!" I duck under a low tree branch before I hit my head. "Look out!" I yell out as a warning to Ludwig.
"We cannot!" He yells out. "I would not want you to yell the whole time."
He does have a point about yelling. My throat has already began to hurt. Luckily I know just where to go...
"Follow me!"
Not too long after we leave the woods we circle back to the house. Gilbert probably will guess that we went farther into the woods to try and lose him.
"I hope that Bruder will not worry when he cannot find us." Ludwig glances back into the woods uneasily.
I cast a nonchantant glance over my shoulder at the woods. "He deserves it for all the times he left me." With a note of satisifaction I go back to hanging the saddles. "Now are you ready to hear the story or not?"
"Oh yes." Behind me I can hear some shuffling and dragging. My guess is he got a chair to sit down on.
When I look over my shoulder I see that I was correct.
His cheeks are ruddy from the ride and his hair looks a little wild, probably from the wind. And the cutest thing is that he is sitting on the edge of his seat so that he can listen.
Before he can see my grin I turn back to the saddles. "Now let me see...Gilbert and I were about..."
It is my very first time being at a party. Granted it was a small affair with only two families other than my own, but it was still a party.
My brother had invited a friend of his to come and left me with my Mama. I was a little upset since he promised to stay by my side. Mama was not happy that my Papa forgot to change me into a dress and forgot to brush my hair.
"Kedves," My Papa pleaded with a smile. "You can just say that she followed her brother out to the woods."
My Mama huffed unhappily. "And have Lady Bonnefoy show me that her son is much cleaner than my daughter? No thank you!"
In the end I was focused into a tunic and my hair was tied back. The only thing that it did was make me look boyish. When I pointed it out to my Papa he only laughed and said that I got my wish and not to tell that to my Mama.
"And this is my daughter, Elizaveta." My Mama gestures to me as I try my best to hide from the strange blond haired lady with a strange hat.
"Oh and she is so adorable!" She coos as she kneels down and smiles at me. "Hello dear! I would introduce you to my Francis, but I fear he ran off with that Beilschimdt boy."
Since I have no idea whom or what she is talking about I nod.
"Why do you not find the boys Elizaveta?" My Mama tells me in Hungarian with a soft smile.
I shake my head no. I do not want to meet more strangers without Sadik or my Papa or my Mama.
The blond haired lady laughs at me. "I promise that my son is a perfect gentleman, ELizaveta. There is no need to be afraid."
My Mama shrugs. "She is rather shy. Though I really do not know how since her father is so outgoing."
"She does have her father's features." The lady agrees with a nod. Suddenly a smaller blond haired figure runs into her leg. "Oof! Francis!"
All I can make out is a babble of strange words coming out of the blond. As I look the blond over I decide that it must be a girl from all those frills on that coat.
"Elizaveta, this is my son Francis." Oh, not a girl.
The boy eyes me suspiciously. "Bonjour madamoiselle." He bows to me and I nearly back into my Mama's leg.
"Curtsy." She whispers in Hungarian.
With a nod I curtsy as gracefully as I can. "Örülök, hogy találkoztunk, szőke idegen." I mutter. If he can speak a foreign language then so can I!
My Mama stiffles a giggle behind her hand. "I apologize, she is barely learning how to speak English. She understands well enough though." Then she nudges me toward the boy. "Go on and play, Eliza."
When I see that look I know that I have no choice. So I sigh and nod.
The boy holds his hand and raises an eyebrow. "Allez ensuite."
Since I have no idea what that means I just take his hand and allow him to lead me over to a different room.
"Do you speak English?"
His question surprises me. Especially because I understood him through his accent. Slowly I shake my head.
"Can you understand it?" He looks disdainfully at my clothes. "And why are you not wearing a dress?"
I roll my eyes at him and nod my head. "I understand more. Speak little." Then I frown. "No dress."
Before he can say anything else I hear a very loud voice. "KESESE! The AWESOME one is here!"
"That would be Gilbert." Francis sighs and finally lets go of my hand to open the door. "Come in."
With some anxiety I enter the room just in time to hear Francis yelling at Gilbert to stop playing with his sister's clothes. Or did he say Mother's? I am starting to get confused with the yells.
"Hallo! Who are you?!"
I turn to look at the new boy. And I can not help but stare at him. He must be the oddest boy I have ever seen. His hair looks white with specks of silver and his eyes. At first I am frightened, but after looking at him for a moment longer I realize his eyes are not bright red, but more of a darker crimson color. I decide that they are pretty.
"Hello." I say after staring for a few minutes.
"Ja." He nods a while before poking my shoulder. "You were staring at the AWESOME ME!" He starts laughing loudly.
Francis rolls his eyes. "Leave he-"
"So why is your hair so long, Junge?" He questions before taking my hair out of its tie.
"Hey!" I protest as he frowns at my hair tie.
"You and Francis will get along since you both like 'these.'" Gilbert rolls his eyes. "So are you coming with us?"
Francis looks at him with some disgust. "Are you crazy, Gilbert? Why would we bring-"
Gilbert waves off the rest of Francis's statement. "He will be fine! Come with the AWESOME ME!" With that he grabs my hand and drags me outside. In my surprise I did not catch that he used the wrong pronoun until Francis speaks.
"He?" Francis follows us protesting all the way to the small pond outside. "Gilbert listen to me-!"
"SO!" Gilbert says loudly with a glare to Francis. "Do you want to play with us?"
I nod cautiously. "What do we play?"
"Well, you try not to fall in as you walk on that." He points to a small wall of bricks bordering the pond.
"You do not need too." Francis tells me. "We almost always fall in. And I am not sure if we have any clothes for you-"
Gilbert waves him off again. "Let him decide!" He looks at me with a grin. "Are you going to play?"
It only takes me a few seconds to get on the wall of bricks. It takes a minute for me to fall in the pond.
"That is a new record!" Gilbert shouts excitedly. "I am going to try and beat you now!" As I shiver, he and Francis try their luck walking on the wall.
And they laugh when they both fall in. Once the breeze comes through I start to really feel the cold.
"How do we dry?" I ask them.
"We usually undress." Francis shrugs.
I stare at him in horror. "No! I no undress!" Even though I am young I do know well enough not to undress in front of strangers.
Gilbert rolls his eyes and tugs at my tunic. "Calm down. We do not stare at each other."
"Uh Gilbert-" Francis tries to say.
I shove Gilbert off me but he takes the top of my tunic with him. "Go away!" I quickly wrap my arms around my self because I notice that in my Mama's haste she did not put a slip on me.
Francis's eyes widen and he quickly grabs the coat he took off before and drapes it over me. "Gilbert! Leave HER alone."
Gilbert stands frozen. After what seems to be an eternity he croaks. "Her?"
"Yes HER. Her name is Elizaveta." Francis smirks. "And you are an idiot."
I nod my agreement as I narrow my eyes at him. And I finally have a chance to use the word my brother taught me. I make sure that the coat is properly on before I point at Gilbert and say "Pervert."
Ludwig is near tears by the end of my story. "Y-you ca-alled h-im a perv-" He starts to laugh again.
I nod with a smile playing on my lips. "Your brother turned the reddest shade and then ran back into the house. From what my Mother told me after, he started crying to your Mother and saying that he commited a serious sin."
He laughs louder and holds his stomach.
It takes all my will power not to laugh with him. But all of my will power left me once I heard Gilbert yell.
"LIZ! YOU BETTER NOT HAVE TOLD LUDWIG THAT STORY!"
I will put translations later because I am too lazy right now... Someone must remind though. And to everyone that reviewed on the last chapter, I promise to send you a thank you later, but I got behind with school and what not.
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