A/N: shhhh I'm technically grounded ;-; Really sad about that fact

I do not own Hetalia.

Kesesese. This will be no problem for the awesome me! There were girls everywhere! Now, all I have to do is find one as awesome as me and get this over with.

Looking around, I saw two girls talking to each other. They looked decent. I'll try them first to see where this gets me. I walked over to them.

"Hello ladies. How are you tonight?" I asked after I bowed to them and they curtsied to me. "Fine, thank you, and yourself?" We made small talk, mainly about politics. After a while I bowed to them and left. As I walked away, I saw that same flash of green again out of the corner of my eye. But just like the last time, it was gone before I could find its source. Soon, flashbacks of the time I spent with her started appearing in my mind. I had to keep shaking them out of my head in order to get them out. Come on! The awesome me came here for one reason and one reason alone – to find a woman suitable enough to vatar will approve of her and cut off the engagement between Princess Lovina and I.

So far though, the search for the right woman wasn't going too well. Each woman I talk to either cares about politics or care about their face. Not really something I like in a girl. She should be smart, brave, pretty, awesome in combat, and have an awesome personality. Overall, just awesome for the awesome me.

I looked at the time. It was about to be 8. Since they brought out food some 15 minutes ago, I decided to grab something to eat before continuing. Grabbing one of the large China plates, I proceeded to stack it high with all types of the cuisine offered. There was French food, German food, Spanish food, Italian food, you name it! Except British food, thank Gott.

Since the tables in the ballroom were occupied, I decided to find a table outside so I could eat in peace and quiet (not that I'm quiet or necessarily peaceful).

I found a lone table around the outer skirts of the patio, overlooking the garden. As I ate, I allowed my thoughts to wander back in time to her. How is she doing? Is she happy? Well? She wasn't a noble, but she wasn't your average commoner. She didn't start obeying me or spit at me. I guess she wanted to know me first before deciding how to act. She was pretty awesome too. Her swordplay was pretty good for the fact that she taught herself. Same goes for horseback riding – she also taught herself.

On the other hand, vatar had tutors and specialists teach me almost everything I know. Vatar himself though taught me swordfight. He's led many wars and won so I feel proud to be called his son. He also told me that opa led many wars and helped expand our country to what it is today. I'm proud to come from such an awesome family with that sort of background.

"Hey, you." I heard someone call my name as I took a bite out of the wurst I got. I was about to hell at them about my status until I saw who it was. It was Princess Lovina, looking at me with this sorta bored expression. She sat down across from me and sighed.

"I talked to onno about what you said and he told me it was true. He said that he would have told me about it tomorrow, if you didn't get a woman here that it." She reached over and grabbed a small, cut slice of tomato from my plate and popped it in her mouth, but I really didn't care. I forgot why I was here in the first place after I started remembering the past. I do want to meet her again. After all, we promised we would, but that was just a childish statement. Life doesn't work that way. You'll probably only meet someone once and never again. Besides, with my status as a prince, vatar will have me busy dealing with paperwork and politics. I can be serious when I want to, but it's just rare. After a few minutes of silence, she finally stood up and left. "I think I'll head back in and watch after sorella. Who knows what she's up to?" As she walked back, I heard her mumbling and asking where some other girl went. I didn't catch her name, but what I heard sounded like a nickname, which must mean that they're close to each other. It didn't really concern me, so I brushed it off.

I quickly finished eating and put my plate in a pile with others. As I walked inside, I heard music playing for a dance. I haven't danced yet, so I decided to. Maybe I'll find a girl this way. Looking around, I saw that this was a masquerade dance, so you couldn't see anyone's face. I pulled my mask out of my breast pocket and put it on. I started walking around the perimeter of the room, searching for any lone girls looking in need of an awesome partner like me. As I was searching, I found the familiar green out of the corner of my eye again. This time, I found who it belonged to. It was a young woman wearing a very beautiful strapless green gown. She had long, wavy light-chocolate brown hair that cascaded down her back with a pink flower tacked behind her ear with a few strands of her hair. Her mask was on so I couldn't see her face yet somehow… I felt like I was being pulled in by her.

Before I knew it, I stood beside her. 'I can't wimp out now, can I?' I bowed and held out a hand to her. "Would you like to dance?" She turned her head to look up at me and I saw her eyes. They were such a vivid and bright green, like the leaves on a tree in spring. And for a moment, I could have sworn recognition flashed through them. But as fast as it came, it went. She simply nodded and took my hand.

We walked slowly to an area near the middle and started dancing. I decided to ask her a few questions.

"Where do you come from, frau?" She remained silent. As we danced around the ballroom, I couldn't help but notice that she moved with great agility and elegance. No matter how much I prodded, she rarely spoke. All I could get her to say was 'yes', 'no', or 'good'. Frustrating as it was, I was still pulled in by her. She was mysterious and quiet, but I wanted to get to know her better.

When the song ended, I bowed and she curtsied. She turned around almost immediately, as if to run away from me. I caught her arm just in time.

"Where are you going?" I asked her. "Nowhere." She said impatiently, trying to shake me off. My grip on her stayed firm. "Just a minute now. I still want to talk to you." I guess she realized that I wasn't going to leave her so she came along with me.

I led her outside and to the table I sat at while I ate. We sat down and I took off my mask. She kept hers' on and sat quietly across from me.

"The dance is over, you can take off your mask." She shook her head and I couldn't help but sigh. "Why won't you talk to me?" She shook her head again and I saw that the darkness of outside shadowed her eyes.

We sat in silence for a while. I started to wonder why she hadn't gotten up and left yet. But she hadn't, and that made me happy. I could at least quietly observe her for now, even though I wanted to chat with her, hopefully not about politics or looks. Something was bugging me though.

"You know," I said, voicing my thoughts, "you remind me of someone from a long time ago. Well, your hair's the same color, she loved that shade of green, and you both have this sorta… aura about you. Like, a 'I-don't-care-who-you-are-but-I'll-decide-for-myse lf' type of aura. It makes me miss her." I broke the eye contact I had with her and stood up to look over the garden. Oh look! There's a fountain I didn't see earlier. Wait…. Focus. Back to conversation. "The first time we met each other was 10 years ago. It was also the last time I saw her." I chucked at myself. "She was an awesome person, almost as awesome as the awesome me! Hehehe… Why am I telling you this? You probably don't even care." The wind ruffled my hair as I watched the water pour from the fountain. She didn't say anything, as usual. I think I've gotten used to her quiet state.

I got tired of standing, so I decided to sit back down. Just as I was about to turn around, I felt a pair of arms wrap around my stomach. When I craned my head behind me to see who it was, I saw her brown haired head pressed against my back and her mask lying on the table. 'She finally decided to take her mask off.' I though.

"Thank you." I heard her mutter, the sound amplified in the silent night. Before I could ask her what she meant by that, she turned around and ran back into the ballroom. This time, I couldn't stop her.

Why do I have a feeling that I've met her before?

Eliza, why does she remind me so much of you?

A/N: Holy shit I'm finally finished. That took forever to type up. Ummmm, I hope you people can forgive me for not updating in, what? About 4 months? I'm REALLY sorry.

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