*Disclaimer: I Don't own Hetalia

**Happy New Year! Thanks to tulipsandcornflowers for the advice. After a long thought and talking to my friends I ended up taking you're advice. Thanks again!

So in this chapter we have a guest that will only appear once. Sorry that they're probably completely out of character, I just went with what flowed with how I wanted the story to go. Well I'll let you read. :)

Remember Me?

Elizaveta stood there, regret washing through her. She didn't want it to possibly end that way. She could never let herself live if that was how it ended, but she couldn't do anything. She couldn't follow him. He was right; war was no place to spend time together. She would simply be a distraction, a hindrance that would lead to no good. Austria had decided to fight against Prussia and her country had no say in it because they were part of the same empire. She couldn't do anything more, but watch the results of this war unfold. So, she left the camp.

On her way out of camp the soldier that she had pushed around stopped her, and he had some back up this time. "Vhere do you zhink you're going?" he asked her, smirking, more confident.

"I am going home." She replied, disgust clear in her voice.

"Not until after I've taught you a lesson, you're not." His eyes shining with mischief and the men around him smirked with lust clear in their eyes.

She took a step back but then realized what she was doing. Cowering would only show them that she was weak, which she was not. Standing her ground could cause a bit of a problem as well. She had found that when she usually stood her ground she found herself tied up and in much more difficult situations, always when it came to an uneven advantage against her of course. She couldn't run, because they were crowding her. What could she do? She had no other choice but hope.

She screamed. "Gil! *cough, cough*" She was gasping for air, curled up on the ground. The son of a bitch kicked her in her stomach! "Damn you!"

"Yeah, yeah a kick to your stomach is zhe least of your vorries." He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her up to her knees. "Remember me?...Vladimir?"

Elizaveta looked closer at the man he seemed familiar. She didn't pay attention earlier when she had thrown him around because it seemed like it would have been a waste of her time to remember every man's face that had stepped across her boundaries. Had it really been so long since she last saw him that she didn't even remember his face? She even freaking named her dogs after famous people from his country."Romania? What the hell! How did you get into this camp? "

"It was too easy. That dim wit really should pay more attention. He'll never change though. All he does is go around saying how 'awesome' he is, it really annoys the shit out of me. Plus he doesn't even remember me! He said that I look familiar but the retard can't even remember me! Well he'll remember me after what I do to you." He motioned two of the other men forward and they grabbed her by her arms.

Elizaveta pulled one of her arms loose and socked one of the men in their face. She felt bone crack under her fist and she knew she had broken his nose. Her arms freedom was short lived, because another man grabbed it and she couldn't shake his grip.

Gilbert was in the medical tent making sure all the shipments of supplies had come in and checking to see if there was any illness to be reported throughout the injured, when he heard a scream. Not just any scream, but her scream. He ran out of the medical tent and toward the clearing next to the camp. When he got there he saw a large group of men around someone. He heard her scream again which confirmed what he thought and unsheathed his sword.

"Vhat in hell are you dogs doing?" he yelled at the men. With the sound of their commanding officers voice, the men parted to reveal one of his soldiers sitting on top of Elizaveta. Her jacket was off and her shirt was missing buttons revealing her pale chest. The soldier had her sword to her throat.

Gilbert walked over and knocked the sword out of the soldier's hand. He picked the man up by his collar and dropped him on the ground away from Elizaveta. "Vhat vere you doing?" He repeated himself, pointing his sword at the man.

"Getting my revenge retard, not that you even fucking remember who the hell I am."

"So she made you look like a fool. Vell you probably deserved it, and your right I have no idea who you are." He took Liz by her hand and pulled her to her feet. She quickly moved behind him.

"I'm Romania you idiot!"

Gil looked closer at him. "Vhat in God's name are you doing in my camp! Get the hell out of here!"

"Not until I've finished with her!"

"Why do you have a bone to pick with her? So she pushed you around. It's not like you're not used to it after being under her control."

"It's because I want you to remember who the hell I am! I was under her rule yet she didn't even remember me! You didn't remember me either."

"Zhat gives you zhe right to harm her? No. Not only did you put Eliza in a position zhat could cause one night mares; you tried to use my soldiers to make sure zhat you degraded her in zhe most vial way. Get the hell out of my camp, and as for the rest of you, no supper for a veek." He watched as the men all filed out of the clearing and back to camp and when Romania was over the horizon, he turned his attention to Elizaveta. "Liz, are you ok?" He touched her shoulder lightly to see if the experience had left her traumatized or not.

She wrapped her arms around him and sobbed. "I'm sorry Gil. I shouldn't have come. All it led to was our fight and *sniff* Romania's attack and…" she trailed off and buried her face in his chest.

He hugged her back and placed his head on top of hers. "I'm sorry Liz. I shouldn't have left on that note. Come on lets take you home." He picked up her jacked and hat and placed them on her, then swooped her up into his arms.

He opened the door and placed her on the couch. "Liz do you want anything?" he asked her quietly.

She quickly got up and ran to her room. Gilbert made his way to the door, but was stopped when Liz came back down stairs in her dress and asked him if he wanted to stay for tea. He went to say no but her eyes were filled with tears that she was trying so hard not to spill, so he followed her to the kitchen and got out some tea cups and plates down from the cupboard. Liz poured the tea, and placed some short bread cookies on their plates. They sat there in silence and sipped their tea, and nibbled on cookies, until she broke the silence.

"I'm sorry for what I said. I was being heartless at the moment. "She got up and took their plates and cups and waited for him to say something.

What could he say? He wanted to lighten the mood but not say something stupid. He stood up and walked over to Liz and pulled her into a hug. "Ich bin mir auch leid, Liz. Ich liebe dich.(I'm sorry too Liz. I love you.)" With that he pulled her to the couch and they sat there together in each other's arms for a while.

*So yeah, Romania was the surprise guest. As I said he's probably completely out of character but hey, it's what i thought flowed well with the story, considering it wasn't mentioned that the soldier was Romania in the last chapter. Thanks again to tulipsandcornflowers for the idea. Like I said reviews help a lot and can make a story better! Rate and Review Please!