A/N: here we go! I should clear something up first: Maria is my OC for the Czech Republic and Igor is my OC for Slovakia; I'm mainly following what it says for them on the wiki when it comes to looks, except the fact that Maria is Ludwig and Gilbert's younger sister is purely in my mind (unless someone else shares my views and wants to get those characters made cannon and will join me in a fight to protest with Tony and everyone)

Disclaimer: I dont own Hetalia in any way shape or form except for some minor stuff with some of the characters and some of the story line and other minor stuff…

C – Czechoslovakia

"Why are we here?" Elizabeta frowned at Gilbert. It was four years since her marriage to Roderich ended, and she'd been spending more and more time with the silver-haired Prussian than she had used to.

"We're going to see somebody!" Gil grinned in his normal way.

"Is this somebody someone of importance?"

"Well," he stalled as they walked. "We both know this somebody, and you knew them for a long time…"

"Not Roderich…" Eliza began, and her face paled. Her mind went into overtime, until she sighed and realized his mistake. "If you really wanted us to go see that piano playing prick we're going the wrong way..."

"We're not going to see Roddy!" Gilbert chuckled. "We're going to see my sister."

"Oh…" Eliza frowned. "I haven't seen her since she and Igor stopped working for us…"

"Well, her marriage to Igor is going well as far as I know, and I promised her we'd stop by at some point."

"Why do we have to go to her house, couldn't she just come to Ludwig's and we could all meet up there?" Eliza muttered. Evening was falling and she didn't want to be wandering around in the countryside in the dark with Gilbert. When her and Roderich had been married, they'd hired workers from all around the area and Ludwig and Gilbert's little sister Maria had worked for them as well. When their marriage was burning up and ending, Maria left with another worker called Igor, who she was now married too. Elizabeta hadn't seen her since they'd left; she was just a courageous fifteen year old who'd been in service for a long time at that point. She had no idea what she'd look like now.

The pair were making their way through crop fields to get to Maria's house, which was closer to Gilbert's than Eliza's, when Gilbert yelled something in German to a blonde woman walking down the path a little way in front of them.

"Oi! Schwester!" (Oi! Sister!)

She turned and called back in another language neither of them understood.

"Bratře, jsi brzy." (Brother, you're early.)

"Sprechen Deutsch, kann ich nicht sprechen Tschechisch!" (Speak German, I can't speak Czech!) Glibert yelled back. She had stopped walking and was grinning at the pair of them as they walked towards them. It was now that Elizabeta noticed that the woman was in fact the youngest of the Beilschmidts; Her hair was a mix of the two brother's differing shades but her eyes were the same shade of blue as Ludwig's, therefore not having the same demon-like charm of Gilbert's red orbs. She looked like she'd developed more both physically and mentally, and was grinning as her brother and his friend walked up to her.

"Gut Dann." (OK then) (The rest will be in English because 1. Its 2 am and 2. I'm lazy XD) she paused before looking Eliza up and down. "Elizabeta Edelstein…." She smiled.

"Elizabeta Hedervary now, actually." Gilbert smirked back half defending his friend and half mocking her, and Eliza frowned.

"Just because I was married to him doesn't mean you two can-"

"We're kidding, Lizzy. C'mon, Igor'll want to see you." She dragged the two of them towards the house which wasn't that far away anymore.

"You know me and Ludwig still aren't fans of you being married at nineteen..."

"And I'm not a fan of having over possessive brothers either, but we've gotta live with that." Maria sighed, before glancing at Eliza. "Why do you put up with him by choice?"

"BECAUSE I AM AWESOME!"

"No, you're not." Both the women replied.

After a couple 'Please please pleaseeeeeeeee'sfrom his wife, Gilbert's brother-in-law was walking alongside said Prussian as they walked towards the town.

"This is…. Nice….." Igor commented awkwardly.

"When did you even start drinking?" Eliza turned to Maria., vaguely remembering the young girl sipping beer as she worked, before remembering with a slightly bitter feeling her-then-husband saying

"She's Gilbert's sister she's probably been drinking since she could doo-doo"

"I'm not even sure, it's not that strict over here." She smirked.

"Because you're awesome that's why not like that shtick in the mud Luddy!" Gilbert yelled to his sister, before smirking himself.

"You smirk the same." Eliza paused, comparing their faces. They looked at each other, and before they whole "YOU STOLE MY SMIRK!" "YOU STOLE MEIN IM OLDER!" "UND I DON'T CARE ITS MY SMIRK!" fiasco, Elizabeta moved tactfully between Igor and Gil, praying that the Hungarian-Slovakian mini border she'd formed with the nineteen year old's husband would be enough. Igor however had other ideas and hoisted his wife over his shoulder and moved to the side.

"Y'know, for safety." He sighed over her cries for freedom.

By the time they'd reached town however, the siblings had calmed down considerably and were planning a list of drinking songs/games...

"HEY HEY GILBERT GUESS WHO I AM?"

"WHO?" he yelled back to his sister. Igor was completely out of it, asleep with his face smushed against the bar table they were sitting at. Elizabeta was giggling tipsily and on her fourth beer at the Beilschmidt's antics; the others were on their fifth of sixth (Igor had drunk around eight before passing out).

Maria hopped off her seat and nimbly avoided the empty glasses on the floor before leaning into her brother's back and resting her hands on top of his chest. Then she gripped hard and yelled in her best Belarussian accent:

"BIG BROTHER VHY VONT YOU BECOME ONE WITH ME!"

"Uuuuhhhh, Ukraine?" Gilbert laughed back.

"You Dumbkopf!" she smirked.

"Nein nein, I know that you tried to be Belarus."

"Bet you're glad I never hung out with her when I was younger because Ludwig is not my favourite sibling." She giggled.

"So out of me and Ludwig, you'd marry me?"

"How can I love him?" Maria frowned, poking her brother in the cheek. "He'd drive me insane and besides I dont have to choose, I'm married!"

"Besides I'd kill you before I married you." Gilbert patted his sister on the head, and she smiled at Elizabeta.

"So you changed your surname back to *hic* Hedervary?"

"Yeah."

"Well you should've chang*hic*ed it to Beilschmidt…"

"What!" both Gil and Liz yelled.

"Look at his face! He's going red! He looooooooooves you Eliza! He looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooves you! He probably thinks about you when he ma-"

"YOU'VE HAD ENOUGH BEER!" Gilbert took the glass from her hand suddenly and she frowned at him before moving back to her own husband and poking him again with her finger. Gil was sobering up fast and noticed Eliza was too.

"Gettup we've got work tomorrow!" Maria frowned as she poked.

"mfinnnsbnqwbsjidshnfhn!" Igor muttered into the table.

"Yeah we should head back before we end up getting lost in the fields." Eliza added, not being able to look at Gilbert and instead keeping her eyes trained on her hands. Was Maria right?

Igor was now conscious and standing, before hoisting Maria up again to her drunken protest.

"We should go then." He smiled slowly, Gilbert knew he was speedy when it came to sobering up, but that was insanely fast... "See you around…." He left the two alone in their awkward silence.

"Gilbert?"

"Hmmm?" the Prussian turned to her. Eliza lived in the richer area of town compared to him in the more middle class area, as Roderich didn't want his ex-wife living in "squalor" after their divorce. It was longer to walk to than his own house but he didn't care.

"Was Maria right?"

"In being married at nineteen? No bec-"

"No, I mean about you and me…"

"Oh."

They continued on in silence until:

"Why, did you want it to be right?"

"I don't know." She replied. "You?"

He didn't reply until they got to her street and she was demanding a reply.

"Why do you want my reply so badly?"

"Because I want to know how you feel."

"But-"

"I want an answer!"

"Fine, she was right."

She looked him up and down, before smiling.

"I knew it." They were at her doorstep now.

"What?"

"I knew it." She repeated, before rising on her tip toes and kissing him on the cheek. "Goodnight Gil." She smiled before unlocking the door and walking in.

"Ja." He stood on the step for a second staring into space afterwards. "Goodnight Liz."