Oh , well, hi there! To anybody who might be reading this! Good news, I'm not dead. Just really busy with college stuffs, art projects, failing physics, tennis, excuses, excuses and excuses. This chapter was originally one giant chapter that I had to split of into two, so here's part one. More good news, I actually somewhat (not really) have plot that ties into the developement of PruxHun and Elizabeta coming to terms with her troubled past. Yes, these random, depressing flashbacks may have a point. Not edited, could be worse though. Without further ado (adiue, delay, what?), chapter 3!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything of Hetalia

Chapter 3- First Day, First Sightings, First Impressions

I turned over grumpily, and slammed my hand down on the clock for the third time this morning. I was used to a late night routine where I would run around with Gilbert and other best friend Katyusha Braginskaya all night that I couldn't sleep at all. Not to mention my mind was swirling with thoughts of both Gilbert and my accidental meeting with that guy, Roderich.

"For the love of all that is holy will you get up?!" Natalia was glaring at me in her reflection of our mirror, where she was brushing her hair.

I sighed and sat up in the bed, the covers falling off my shoulders, "Okay, jeez. Good morning to you too."

She continued to get ready, but I could still feel her glaring at me, even if it was mentally. Regardless I stretched and looked at the ceiling trying to find the motivation to actually get the rest of the way out of bed. I may berateGilbert on his laziness, but I am kind of hypocritical. So far this first day is going great...

A few minutes of laziness later Natalia stood up, "If you ever get your butt out of bed make sure you put on that outfit Feliciano and I picked out for you. I am leaving early becacuse Ivan was at a friend's near by and is giving me a ride to school."

"Oh! Say hi to him for me-"

SLAM!

Natalia slammed our bedroom door shut. You know, she is, for all the time I've known her, difinately NOT a morning person. Not to mention, it makes the fact she is jealous of anybody who even thinks of her brother ten times worse. I usually don't have a problem telling people off, but I really wouldn't want to piss her off... Well, beyond her normal personality level.

I finally forced myself up and attacked my long tangles of light brown hair. After five painful minutes later if was finally laying in smooth long waves down my back and shoulders. I grabbed a hair clip of light pink flowers and slipped it behind my bangs. Once I got the rest of my appearence acceptable I turned to my outfit of the day. It was a green dress with a light wieght, cream colored cardigan. It actually wasn't that bad, I might even say it's pretty. I don't want to imagine how much crap I am going to get for wearing a dress, especially from Gilbert. When dressed I headed down stairs. Where Feliciano skipped over.

"Lizzy!You look so beautiful!" He gushed.

"Oh, thanks, Feli," I smiled and laughed at his enthusiasm, "You know, you look pretty handsome yourself."

He brightened at my words, "Really?"

He twirled and looked down at his light blue dress shirt and dark pants. Lovino came up behind his brother, dressed almost the same except for the palette was more somber. For being a garage boy like Gilbert, he actually cleans up really well.

Lovino smirked slightly at my dress, "Yes, you two idiots look fucking precious. Now let's go to Gilbert's, we are effing late. Lunch is over there on the counter. Kate packed them before she left earlier, and she said they are packed with love," he said the last part in a light girlie voice.

It was funny that Lovino was translating her message when he looked so angry, but of course that didn't affect Feli, " Awe! Okay, Fratello! Ve! Let's go!"

We all made our way down the street were Gilbert was sitting in his dark blue, old Camaro, that was blaring rock music. Gilbert honked his horn repeatedly and rolled down all the windows when he saw us. This earned even more disapproving looks from some of the elderly neighbors. I jumped into the passenger seat and the Italian brothers slid in the back.

"Ve! Luddy!" Feli cooed over Gilbert's stricked, blonde, younger brother, who was sitting in th back seat too.

"I told you not to call me that Feliciano!" Ludwig was blushing wildly.

"Why not? I like it!" Feli looked slightly let down and scooted even closer to Ludwig.

"Because he is a potato bastard," Lovino grumbled earning a glare from Ludwig.

Ludwig was a Junior, and was a polar opposite of Gilbert. I have no idea how he came out that way. I assume it's because he spends more time with their Dad who is some buisness big shot. I have only met their Mother, Mrs. gets his albino qualities from their mother and I guess Ludwig looks exactly like their father, which I guess is fitting.

To my left Gilbert began to snort with laughter, "What the hell are you wearing, Lizzy? Keseseses!"

I felt my face heat up with anger and embarassment, "Shut up Gilbert, before I beat the living shit out of you with one of my school books."

To prove a point I pulled out the heaviest, thickest textbook I could find in my bag, and sat it on my lap threateningly. Gilbert smirked at me and the threw his car into reverse and backed up way too fast. We all jolted forward and sprawled into whatever was infront of us, for me it was the dash Then Gilbert switched the metal beast into drive.

"Keseseseses, I hope you all have your seat belts on!" Gilbert shouted over the loud music, that he turned up even more.

Romano spat and yelled, "Bastardo! Are you trying to fucking kill us all?!"

We all buckled our seat belts and flinched in time for Gil to narrowly miss a mail box and a parked car. Beside me, however, Gil was singing loudly and tapping on the steering wheel. He looked so happy that it infected my stomach with a warm fuzzy feeling that travel up to make me laugh. He stopped for a moment when he caught my eye and smiled at me.

I finally settled into the jolting ride and looked out the window. There was no point in trying to talk since the music was too loud anyways. I observed all the different people that were ushering across the streets at cross-walks or at bus stops. One male in particular caught my attention, but not in a good way.

He was a block ahead and his back was to Gilbert's car. He was tall and broad. His attire included jeans and a dark hoody, with the hood up. Something about him made me wary, and want to run. I kept feeling like I knew him, and that I needed to get away.

When we approached the stop sign he was near he turned. It was like time stopped and it felt like my stomached dropped and that my throat was closed off.

That man. That face. That dark hair. Those eyes...

Those eyes.

It was dark and I was hiding in my room. He and Mother had gone out early to do one of their 'get together.' Really it was just a bunch on middle aged druggies who got together and partied. I was hiding, afraid of when they would come back. Afraid of when he would come back.

This was a new boyfriend of hers. One of many that ended up in the endless pattern since that first one that changed everything. Not only did she stay out for more that a couple days at a time, she started supporting these guys, and giving them everything. When they used what was even there of her up, they would leave. Devistated by the lose, Mom would swear off men, only to find another a week later.

It seemed like they got progressively worse... Even towards me. Being in my preteens I feel like I know more than I should about men. The first time one of her new sould mates looked at me in that way it terrified me. I was able to put him off and avoid him long enough, that he had already left.

Then when the next one came things became more dark, dirty, and dreggy. I stayed at Gilbert's house a lot now. Mrs. Beilschmidt let me. I loved it there playing with Gil and Luddy. It felt like home. It only got uncoomfortable when Mrs. Beilschmidt would try to get me to talk about things at home.

I really wanted to tell her. I thought maybe if I did I could maybe stay with their family forever and become one of them. Though, when I thought of it Mom or her many patterners hadn't really done anything that bad, had they? I would just spout some lame excuse and run off. I could deal with it, I could. I would throw myself into my school work, read, and play sports to get my mind off things. Because when you don't think about something, it isn't all that bad... Or rather, you don't admit it is.

However, I will be the first to admit, it wasn't that bad. Not when he came. No, he made the others seem like angels of light. That could be an ironic saying seeming as he would only come and find me at night. At night, when I would hide under my covers with my eyes closed, pretending I was anywhere but there. I was with Gil having a sleep over, or camping, something. But when I hear the door open and foot steps, I would open my eyes and see his eyes.

"Hey, hey Eliza?!" Gilbert shook my shoulder.

I shook my head ever so slightly. I could feel bile coming up my throat.

No.. No, I left everything behind when Mom was gone. He couldn't... He can't be here...

"Eliza, hey, vat is with you, chick? Everybody's already gotten out. Hallo? You have done this twice in the last few days. You haven't done this since we were little, when... Nevermind- come on lazy, we need to go." He shook my shoulder even more agressivily.

I felt my eyes burn and my breathing get even tighter, but I couldn't help it. I turned to face him and looked into his red eyes.

"Oh, shit, Elizabeta! What's wrong?!" Gilbert's began to freak out when he saw my face.

Not now, I couldn't loose it. I closed my eyes and took a breath in. I had to pull myself together. I do so well I holding it in I am not going to loose it now.

When I opened my eyes again I offered my best smile, " I'm fine Gil. I just had a moment."

"That's bull, you don't have moments unless something is really wrong. I have known you since we were little. You aren't dying are you?!" Gilbert flailed his arms dramatically.

I really don't know if he was joking or not. For being a complete jerk Gilbert can get really concerened for friends, and when Gil is concerned or stressed he tends to freak out majorly. Either way I had to laugh at his gesture, which made me feel slightly better.

"I don't think I am dying, no. Maybe it was just a girl moment. You know, that time?" I joked with him as I got out of the car.

"That is DISGUSTING! You- NO, girls do not have those." Gilbert yelled in the middle of the parking lot causing a few students to look over.

I laughed at him, "I don't want to hear it. You don't have to deal with it!"

I ran over to his side and jumped on his back tackling him. Throwing him off balance which in turn threw him into a fancy black Mercedes beside us that set off the alarm.

"Oh, scheisse!" Gilbert shoved me off and stood back up.

"Hallo! Watch it! Really behave and be more proper!" Familiar sounding German accent filled the air.

"Honestly, I just got here and people are already-" A burnette with an unruly curl and glasses stopped short.

Roderich! From yesterday! Istenem! He looked absolutely aghast and shocked. He was wearing a black sweater and slacks... and was staring right at me. I suddenly felt self-conscious for my outburst and blushed. I tried to think of something to say, but couldn't.

When I finally got the courage Gilbert beat me too it, "Hey, priss why don't you calm down?! No harm was done to your money pit, Ja? Maybe, you should apologize for being rude."

Roderich turned to Gilbert surprised, "Pardon me? Apologize? I will do no such thing."

"Yea, whatever, priss."

"Really, I would appreciate if you would stop calling me derogatory names. I don't think there is any substantial damage, just me more carful and-"

"JA! JA! SURE" Gilbert yelled obnoxiously, and began to drag me off, apparently he was done talking to Roderich.

I couldn't think of anything as Gilbert dragged me off. I was so embarassed and for once I was actually ashamed of Gilbert too! I looked back and Roderich was still standing there in shock. Maybe I had been wrong, right? It's not like Roderich, who I was never going to see again, was coicedentally going to the same high school that we talked about yesterday. I mean even so we went to a pretty average school, and this guy played like a genius.

Gilbert scoffed," Must be a new rich kid. I mean, what crawled up his ass? Keseseses, right Eliza? Whatever, let's get to our first period let's see. It's... Physics. Damn it."

And done! Please R&R and let me know of any suggestions and corrections. Also, I am not going to translate any of the language references since most are one word and repeated. If anybody is having a problem with this please let me know I will insert them. Sorry for the long AN at the beginning and end. Before I forget, my last review was Shadowspring! You are one dedicated, little minion, thank you. You can have a whole box of fluffy kittens, who's fur can transform into... Regrowable cottoncandy?... Yea! Thanks to all!