Over the next two days, Gilbert showed Elizaveta more of the village, and let her meet old friends and new people. He had discovered his old pal Francis had moved back to France a month ago to start his own business with his new wife, Jeanne. Elizaveta got along well with pretty much everyone she met, especially Feliciana. Those two clicked almost instantly. Elizaveta enjoyed her rowdiness, it was a welcome change from her quiet life in the manor. Feliciana had even taught her to cook a little, mostly different types of pasta. Lovina acted like she didn't give a damn, but she had come to like Elizaveta as well.

On the second day Gilbert announced that they would be leaving that night. That's when Elizaveta realized something. She was leaving her father without so much as a word. He may have been overly protective and not care to much for how she felt, but he was still her father. So she decided to write him a letter. She asked Gilbert to take her to the post office. At first he didn't agree with mailing that "bastard", but with some convincing she talked him into taking her. So he did.

However, when they left the mail office, and began to head back to the inn, a man recognize Gilbert and called over the soldiers. He was one of the servants at the manor.

"Hey you there! Your the one who kidnapped the Master's daughter!" His yell attracted others attention and alerted near by soldiers.

"Shit how they fuck did he know?" Gilbert yelled in a whisper.

"You're hair is a dead give away." Elizaveta said from her place on his back. He had picked her up the first chance he got. Gilbert managed to lose the soldiers chasing him by hiding behind a carriage and dodging into an alley. Making their way back they snuck into the inn through the kitchens entrance and said their goodbyes before they went. Feliciana cried and hugged both of them, Ludwig tried to be strong but tears began to poke at his eyes.

"I'll miss both of you." Elizaveta told the twins.

"I'll miss you too!" Feli cried harder.

"Whatever stupid, just leave before they find you and ruin my business." Lovina said with tears running down her face.

Gilbert walked over to his brother to give him his farewell.

"Luddy." Gilbert started, Ludwig frowned at his nickname. "You've become a good man. Not as awesome as me, but still good." The two brothers stared at each other for a second before enveloping each other in a manly hug.

"Take care, East." Ludwig murmured.

"You to, West."

Antonio walked up to Gilbert as the brothers let go.

"I brought your horses around back for you. I've loaded and saddled them for you." He said.

"Thank you, Antonio." Gilbert reached over and gave him a hug as well. "I'll see you again someday."

"Sí, I look forward to when the bad touch trio will be reunited." He laughed.

"Yep, then we'll wreak havoc like the good old days." Gilbert laughed with him.

Letting go once again, Gilbert looked back at all his friends. This may very well be the last time that he will see any of them for a long while, if ever again. Turing his head he grabbed Elizaveta's hand and led her outside to the back. Mounting their horses the headed for the forest, to get out of sight of any possible followers.

Elizaveta looked solemnly over at him, but said nothing. Gilbert noticed this look and asked her what was wrong. She said nothing. But truthfully, she was blaming herself for his separation with his friends. She was due to die by next summer, they had no future together. She was being selfish by taking him away to fill the void left in her heart. Elizaveta did is not say this, because she was afraid Gilbert would leave her.

Father,

I have decided to leave the manor on my own accord. I have not been kidnapped, this is what I want. All my life I knew I was going to die. However, instead of spending my time enjoying myself while I am still here. I have spent my life wallowing in self misery. I know you were only trying to protect the last family you have, but I have already died inside because of it. I will probably never come back, but I want you to know I don't hate you. I love you father, but it is time I went and started to live before I die next summer.

- Elizaveta 20/11/1698

As the two road off and away from the town they came to stop place to place across the empire, taking breaks in Austria and France. They would stay for only a day or two to stock up on supplies and rest. Gilbert never wanted to sit still long, and Elizaveta wanted to sight see every single town they stopped in. They would end up looking around for two hours or so before getting back to business. He was constantly worried about her health and wood try to make her movement as low as possible. Which she retaliated against. When they stopped in Paris, Elizaveta convinced him to take an entire day to look around. They made it their first official date. There they met up with Gilbert's friend, Francis. When the Frenchman first saw Elizaveta he was quick to flirt with her, but was soon met with a fist from his friend and his wife.

Jeanne welcomed both of them to stay with them for a week in their home. Quickly learning of her illness she was fast to help whenever she would collapse. Elizaveta was happy to meet another girl and bonded with her just as well as she had with Feli. Jeanne taught her how to cook, sew, and fight with a sword. It amazed her that she even knew how. Elizaveta took to sword fighting quite fast and was complimented on it. Jeanne said that she was a born natural.

Gilbert also enjoyed his time with Francis as the two exchanged stories of their lives since they've last seen each other. Francis told him off his new business as a high class fashion designer and his part time endeavors as a chef. As well as Jeanne's recently discovered pregnancy. Gilbert congratulated him.

They ended up staying with the French couple for two weeks before heading off again. Jeanne was sad to see Elizaveta go, but promised she would come to visit every so often. They made their way to the nearest port town, where they would then board a ship to sail across the English Channel into England. But first they would spend a night in the town.

Each time they stayed in an inn the two would share a room to save money. Gilbert would always respect her boundaries and never try anything. Elizaveta appreciated that, but saw that he really did want to lie with her. After about a month of traveling had passed, and their ninth stay in an inn, she let him lie with her. Gilbert was unsure at first, but was reassured when she said it was okay. It hurt, but she grew used to it as pain switched to pleasure.

The next morning, he carried her to the docks.

Another month had passed and the two had settled down in Manchester. Gilbert got work as a blacksmith assistant. Needing money, Elizaveta started to make rolls and sell them on the street. Her food became popular fast with her foreign recipes and had begun to make quite a bit of money. As all their food was tasteless and bland.

After a month and a half, using his savings and the money they both earned. Gilbert and Elizaveta opened a bakery named "Lizzy's Bakery". Gilbert wanted it to be named awesomeness bread, but she said otherwise. Gilbert quit his old job to help with the shop. Elizaveta met one of the local millers and became good friends with his wife. Gilbert made a deal with him to buy their flower at a good price. They bought a two story shop and used the top floor as their living area, and the bottom as the actual store.

By now Elizaveta had long since ran out of blood bags and was growing weaker.

The pair quick soon noticed the disapproving glances they received from the elders at the fact that they were unmarried, and living together. Gilbert told her not to worry about it. But Elizaveta became really conscious of the looks they got when ever they went out. So after three months, they had a small wedding at the chapel. Francis and Jeanne had come from France to see them and congratulate them. When Elizaveta saw how Jeanne showed more, she appeared to be happy for her. This however only made Elizaveta feel more guilty. She talked with Jeanne, and cried.

"What are we doing Gil?" She once asked while they were cooking more baguettes and scones.

"We're baking." He said simply.

"No. I mean what are we doing with our lives? Are we just fooling ourselves?" She murmured.

"Elizaveta, we said we wouldn't talk about this." Gilbert said sternly.

"I know. It's just... I feel like I am leading myself on. Opening a shop, getting married, thinking I can lead a normal life."

"Elizaveta you know I love you. And I promised I would makes you happy in your final moments." Gilbert stopped what he was doing and took her hands. "Don't forget your time isn't up yet."

"But I'm scared, for the ones I'll leave behind." She cried. Gilbert pulled her into his arms. "Time is ticking. According to the doctor, I only have three minutes left, that isn't enough time."

"Don't worry about Jeanne and me. We'll be okay." Gilbert told her and ran his fingers through her hair.

"Thanks, but it's not just you two I'm worried about." Elizaveta whispered.

"Who else? Feliciana?"

Elizaveta shook her head. This is why she was afraid.

"Our child."

Gilbert's eyes then widened in surprise.

With her weak body and frail life, Elizaveta was unsure she could carry and deliver a child. And if she managed to give birth, she was afraid to become a mother. Fore she would not see it grow and wouldn't be able to raise it. That was what truly terrified her. The fact that she would leave Gilbert a widow with a child. Elizaveta felt selfish.

After that Gilbert tried to make her as comfortable as possible. Going the extra mile to take care of her. But his attempts only made her melancholy.

As time passed she felt herself slowly become weaker and weaker, until she was once again, forced to sit in a wheelchair. She had collapsed suddenly when selling bread and had lost all feeling in her legs. Gilbert took her to the nearest hospital and that's when the local doctor suggested something to her that might be able to extend her life. But before she felt hope, her spirits were sent crashing down again. Amputation. By cutting off her now useless legs her body would no longer have to focus on supplying her legs with blood and could focus on her organs better. However she might bleed to death in the process, the irony. But if she succeed, she may live long enough to deliver the child. Gilbert tried to talk her out of it, but she had already made up her mind.

"I'll do it."

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Hey yo my dudes! This story is almost finished! Just two more chapters to go! Sorry if you think this is to fast paced. But it's hard to write their traveling in detail without it being boring. Do you think Elizaveta should bare the child or not? Let me know! I'll write you guys later.

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