Alright, I didn't plan on updating this fic again, but I was constantly asked for another chapter, so here you go. This is, however, the final chapter. Enjoy!
Hungary looked at him, her expression faltering. He had it all wrong, but she doubted she could prove to him otherwise. She had been such an idiot. However, her legs locked and she stood ground to her spot, determined to make him realize the truth.
"Roddy... The letter was a stupid mistake! I wrote it the night of our wedding!" she screamed, tears streaming heavily down her face as she collapsed into a whimpering ball on the floor.
Roderich stared at her from above, watching the one he loved most crumble before him. Such an emotional display... perhaps she was telling the truth? It seemed unrealistic, he had already convinced himself that letter contained her truest feelings, but now it seemed otherwise.
No matter how desperately Roderich tried to contain his own feeling, he soon found himself collapsing to his knees, tears falling slowly as the Austrian cupped his wife's face in the palms of his hands, tucking a lock of brown hair behind her ear and wiping the tears away.
"I believe you." he said, his voice breaking as he leaned in, planting a small kiss on her lips before pulling away with a smile. "Ich liebe dich, Elizabeta. But you must leave, before they get angry."
Eliza looked up, her eyes locking with his, opening wide in sad shock. "N-No!" she cried, "I'm not leaving you! I-I won't! No... I can't." The Hungarian mumbled before sobbing hysterically, clinging to his coat in fear. "Don't make me leave, Roddy. Don't! I'm begging you!"
He stood up again, stepping away for him. "Please, Elizabeta. Leave. For me. It's my final request as your husband, the more you stay here, the harder it is to see you leave.
Eliza stood up, her shoulders slouching and her head dropping, tears hitting the floor as she turned around.
"I see. Well, bye, Roddy..." she whimpered before walking out, slamming the door behind her.
Those were the last words they said to each other for years to come. After she had left, Austria's manor had fallen to silence and business.
He hasn't smiled since she left.