A/N: Well this is the longest chapter by far. It started as one thing, then as I continued to write it, it changed to something else. XD

Yes, there is a tiny itty bitty piece of PruHun, but it does not last. UNLESS enough people want more PruHun, then I will be happy to add more.

If you are confused at all, let me know! :)

His goal was to unite all of the Germanic kingdoms and tribes. Create one giant country that would be unstoppable. It would take time and effort, patience. But it was his quest, and Gilbert Beilschmidt did not back down from a quest. He embraced them.

The sky was darkening, clouds building up that threatened rain and thunder. The hilltop that Prussia stood on overlooked much of the forestry land around his kingdom. The large castle sat back behind him a ways, a looming fortress against the backdrop of the ashy clouds.

Eyes as hard as diamonds scanned the land before them, full of vengeance and greed. The wind that was bringing in the storm blew his cape back away from his back, the fabric gently flapping around with little sound. Silvery white hair swept around the pale face, exceeding its normal length as the personification was long past due for a hair cut. It just barely touched his shoulders.

"Gilbert. There you are." The female voice caused the kingdom to start a bit and whirl around, meeting familiar forest green eyes.

"Elizaveta, what do you want?" Neither country made any move to attack. They did not need to.

Hungary shrugged her shoulders, flipping some of her long hair back over her shoulder. "Can I not pay you a visit? Perhaps I just want to say hello, is all."

"Not many people do… Though, I do not understand why, I am so awesome, they should all want to." Prussia shifted his weight a bit, easing into a more relaxed position in front of the girl he had known for so long. Maybe later, she would really be a threat. But not right now.

"You look fairly… Ragged." Hungary commented. She swung her arms a bit loosely, walking in a bit of an arc toward Prussia so that she could stand beside him and look out over the land as well. "And you hair is so long."

"It is nothing compared to my father's." Prussia told her with a smirk, turning out to face the trees as well.

Hungary chuckled lightly. "Your father… How is Germania anyway? I have not seen or heard from him in a while. I assumed he was either fine, dead, or trapped in a hole somewhere. Possibly by your doing."

Now they were both laughing, Prussia shaking his head as he folded his arms over his chest. "My doing? Now that's just rude! Though… I would be lying if I said I do not want to… But he's fine. I guess." The albino sighed a bit. "I have not actually spoken to him in a while either."

"Why not?"

There was a fairly long pause.

"Just…" Misunderstanding. Always a misunderstanding. A presumed hatred. "I have been busy… And so has he." And not to mention… "No… I should not lie about it."

Hungary tilted her head a bit, eyes confused. "What are you lying about?"

"He is dead."

"Ah…"

The second pause was much longer. Hungary shifted her weight, digging the toe of her left boot into the dirt and looking down at it with assumed fascination. Prussia kept his steady gaze ahead and focused on keeping his breathing even. What had meant to be an innocent and not stressful visit had suddenly turned tense. Hungary wanted to leave and let him work it back out mentally, but she felt as though leaving him alone was a bad idea right now. His facial expression suggested inner turmoil, and as his friend, she could not just hurry off.

"Gilbert… Do you-"

"No." He snapped, cutting her off and turning sharply to face her. "No, I do not want to talk about it. Don't even ask."

Their eyes met and Hungary was able to see the anger and frustration deep in his. She frowned. "But you have this all… Bottled up. And that is not healthy, Gilbert. You need to let it out."

What did he have to let out? All the frustration and anger that he had built up all these years for his father. The man that was supposed to care for him and always be there for him when he needed him growing up. He did nothing to help soothe the mental burns and scars left from his treatment by others as a child. He did nothing to assure Gilbert that he was really not a monster.

But he was also the only one that would be completely honest with Gilbert. The one who really helped him to understand the true cruelty of life. He did not like to dwell on the horrible nature of the human race that was presented to him; Old Fritz was there to help him see the other side. The good side.

But understanding both sides was something Prussia was glad he had learned.

"I don't need to let it out, Hungary." Prussia said through gritted teeth, his voice low.

"Oh, but I think that you do." Hungary argued. She was determined to figure him out, a difficult task for even those who knew him long and well.

Prussia narrowed his eyes. "What does it matter anyway? I could stand here and scream it to the treetops, and you would not understand! No one would ever understand!" He began to rant, his voice exceeding in volume. "Stop acting like you can!"

"Maybe if you would stop screaming in my face, I could!" She decided to yell back, her fiery nature taking over.

"No you can't!" Prussia stepped forwards, getting in her face, their noses just barely touching. "When you find yourself hated by everyone, completely alone and with the appearance of a devil, come and talk to me! Until then, just keep out of my business!"

Feeling his breath heavily on her lips, Hungary stayed motionless, however ready in case he decided to attack. She kept her eyes locked with his, trying to dig into them and find out the real underlying emotion in there. But it was already obvious what was really eating him.

"Gil…" Her voice came out in a whisper, ghosting over his lips. Without thinking about it, the girl pushed herself forwards until their lips were touching. A part of her mind screamed out when she had done that, reminding her that she was entering uncharted territory. Dangerous territory.

Prussia returned the kissed fiercely, needing the comfort and contact of someone who would not try to kill him. His rough hands reached out and grabbed her waist, holding her in place.

Hungary did not move her hands, or any part of her body for that matter. All she could think about was that she needed to get back to see Austria. And there had been some other reason for her visit… Hadn't there? She could have sworn…

Oh!

"Gilbert…" The Hungarian muttered, pulling back to look up at him. His eyes were a hint calmer. "I heard… Germania did not leave you completely alone. Is that so?"

Eyes the color of blood took on a slightly confused look. His lips parted a bit, his hands releasing her waist.

She pressed on. "A new country? Is there a new country?"

Prussia's eyes then widened and he stumbled back so suddenly, almost falling backwards. He spluttered a bit, unable to find words in any language. Her expression hardened, determined. "Gilbert, tell me. I must know."

"I… I have to go!" Prussia managed to get out, continuing to retreat backwards. Then he whirled around, facing the castle and took off running. The Hungarian gaped, feeling frustration welling up in her own chest as she watched the albino sprinting off, his speed quite incredible really.

"What is he planning…?"