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Strong but Weak

Elizaveta composed herself from her breakdown and dressed herself in her military uniform. It was a bit tight in the bust area, but she, somehow, got all of the buttons done up and then she fiddled with the collar of the jacket. She carefully placed each medal on its correct place on her uniform and picked up her hat, readjusting the flowers in her hair so they were sitting under the rim of her hat.

She scanned herself over in the mirror and smiled. She looked like she did back when she was free of her husband's demands, back when she freely did as she pleased, and she felt content for the first time in a while.

After giving herself a once over in the mirror,checking for any damage to the uniform, Eliza carefully picked up her sword and placed it in its respected place at her hip, and slowly made her way down the stairs and out the door.

Eliza arrived at the field and maneuvered her way to the commander's tent. She got a few looks, some confused and others were looks of men who were deprived of a woman's contact for a little too long. Whistles and cat calls were ignored as she pushed them away, but at some point one of the soldiers stopped her.

"Vhat's a pretty little zhing like you doing marching around a place like zhis? You…" Those were the only words he got in before his face met the mud and the back of his head met her boot.

Eliza picked him up by the collar of his uniform and brought his face close to hers, and quietly said, "You see these medals?" He nodded. "Well if you can recall, each of these symbols of achievement mean that I am your superior. So respect your master and be a good little dog. Move on soldier."

By then there was a group of men around her and the soldier. She threw him down and pushed her way through the crowd. She did not hesitate. She did not look any of them in the eye. She held her head up high because she was not a weak women like all these men were used to. She was a woman of war.

She pushed her way into the commander's tent to find Gil in a deep discussion with the commander. They looked up from the map they were looking at. "So you vere zhe commotion causer." He frowned deeply and then looked over to the guards. "Take her out of camp."

"What?" She ducked under the guards arms and wrapped her arms around Gilbert's arm. "No! I'm not letting you fight anymore!" In a split second Eliza sucked in her pride and allowed herself to become like one of those weak women that stayed home while their husbands and sons fought for their country. Only for him could her pride be thrown aside, so she could try to get through to him. "I don't want to lose you and then think I could have been there, done something to have helped you, done something to save your life." She let all her emotions surface and tears dripped down her face. "I am not leaving you."

"Eliza, wipe your tears. If you've become a veak vomen then you couldn't stand var. I'll be fine." He frowned at the tears flowing down her cheeks. "Get going. Zhis is not the place for a beautiful girl to be. Just go."

"No! Sezeretlek! (Hungarian: I love you!) We haven't spent enough time…"

"Zhis is no way to spend time together! Zhis is a battle field!"

More tears spilt from her eyes. "I know, but I don't want to leave. I don't want this to be the last moment I see you." Her voice was small and distant.

"I von't die! I'm strong und ruthless." He yelled at her.

She let go of his arm. "I know you're strong! Why the hell did you think I ended up with Roderich? He's such a pussy that he needs my protection!"

"Ja I know! Zhat is vhat I don't get! Vhy him? I don't get zhat you'd rather stay vith a pussy like him zhen vith me!"

"It wasn't my choice! My leader and his leader decided to join our two nations! They also decided that a marriage was needed to help our people understand! Do you think you weren't in my mind the moment the words 'I Do' came out of my mouth? That first night when it was him taking me and not you! If I could have chosen, I would have chosen you!"

He stood silently in shock at what words had fallen out of this women's mouth.

"Was all that for nothing? I could have accepted my choice and moved on. Maybe I could have loved him. He treated me well for the most part, loved me before, but I never returned that love. My mind told me to move on, but my heart ached for you."

He clasped his hands onto her shoulders. "You shouldn't have to try to love someone. Liz, love should come vithout trying. Othervise it isn't love."

"And I know that. My common sense told me otherwise, but I followed my heart. I kept him distant from me, but I mean who the hell knew where you were the night I got married! You weren't there to speak out! I stood there at the altar hoping that you would swoop in and stop the wedding, save me from the years that came after, but it didn't happen. You were probably off screwing some chick over."

Smack.

He looked at her in shock and then down at his hand. He allowed his arm to fall to his side and clutched his hands into fists. Not looking her in the eyes, he replied, "Liz, you're wrong. I was at home crying over you." With that, he walked out of the tent, leaving a bewildered women and her hand holding her cheek.

A/N: So I decided to go with the old fashion ways and since Austria was her "first husband", I made Hungary a virgin. If she wasn't then she would have been considered a whore and not marriageable.

Hope you guys are looking forward to the next chapter and I'll give you a hint for the next chapter, 1: You won't be waiting long cause I'll be updating sometime tomorrow or early on the 1st. and 2: That soldier that Hungary humiliated, well, he'll be back. Bye for now! :)