Okay, peoples I know it's been forever. I apologize, please don't come to my house in large mobs(get the reference?) and especially with pitchforks and torches. I have been soo unbelievably busy, school started right after I posted my last chapter and I have a preperiod and almost all of my classes are honors, and I have weight training, and drama, and dudes I cant barely handle all of my homework, when am I supposed to find time for fanfiction? the weekends right? No, so the first weekend my parents went out of town and I had to stay with a friend of mine and I didnt want to be rude and then last weekend I went to a convention. Yeah, I know what you guys are thinking, but I was totally planning on getting time in to write, but the weekend didnt go as I planned and i was sooo exhausted I seriously dont know how I made it through this school week...and you know what you prolly dont care so here.

It had been about 10 years. Hungary and Austria were getting divorced. They had been fighting, horribly fighting. It was in truth Prussia's fault, as he'd been giving Austria grief for a few years, because of the marriage. Gilbert did everything he could to the uptight nation, from pestering and insulting to downright fist fighting with him. Prussia always won of course being the awesome nation he was. That had set Elizaveta at odds with Austria, because he always thought that she could put a stop to Gilbert. Elizaveta was pissed at Gilbert, but she couldn't deny that even if he and she weren't on the best of terms, he was still her best friend. Around eight years into their marriage, Roderich finally managed to convince her to do something to stop Gilbert. She'd found him lying in the field of flowers, his eyes vacant and thoughtful, with a hint of what seemed like sadness. She loved that peacefulness, that quite, still atmosphere he had around him. She didn't want to disturb him, but he heard her approaching and he glanced at her, a smile gracing his face for once, a real smile, a genuine smile.

"Ah, my dear, Elizaveta, what brings you hear today?" He asked her. Her eyes widened in complete shock, had he just called her my dear?

"Uh, oh um," She stumbled, not quite sure what to make of his sincerely good mood. "I…I wanted to talk to you about something."

"Hum?" He looked at the flower in his hand and began twirling it in his fingers. She bit her lip; she really didn't want to ruin his mood. He glanced up at her silence and cocked his head slightly to the side. He grinned and motioned with his finger for her to come closer. She took a hesitant step forward, but it was close enough, Prussia grabbed her. He pulled her onto his lap, she shouted in surprise, but Prussia held her to him, not letting her escape.

"This is about Austria, isn't it?" Prussia asked. Elizaveta stopped her unsuccessful struggling and looked at him. What was with him today?

Prussia took her silence as a yes and pulled her closer.

"Elizaveta," He breathed in her ear. She shivered, goosebumps appearing on her arms. She couldn't see his face, but she knew a smile danced on his lips, he was enjoying this way too much. "I love you."

She couldn't move, frozen first with shock, then complete disbelief, finally fear crept into her veins. He turned her head and kissed her. She didn't even comprehend it at first unsure of what was happening, and when it clicked she gasped, Gilbert used this opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth, trying to explore every inch of it, but before he could get the chance she ripped away from him. He watched her stumble away almost tripping over her own feet, mouth gaping like a fish. For a second his eyes showed the hurt at her reaction, but it was quickly hardened. He lay back on the ground staring at the clouds, resignation written over his features.

"Run, Vety. I will no longer bother you and ol' Roddy." Gilberts words were smooth and carefully glossed over. He was holding back, oh God, what he was holding back. She ran, just like the first time. Damn it, Gilbert, you screw up everything, you're such an unawesome failure! He wouldn't cry, he wouldn't show emotion, he would hold it in.

He held good to his word, no longer bothering Austria and never showing the feelings he felt for her, ever, not even when he was alone. The next two years were the worst of his life, he had no best friend and slowly gave more and more land away to his rapidly growing little brother. Of course his world was turned upside down yet again, when around the 2 year mark there was a knock on his door. He opened and blinked a couple times, not sure if he saw who he thought he saw. Elizaveta.

"We..." She said, taking a breath to calm herself. "We're getting a divorce."

This chapter was just to finish explaining the flashbacks with Elizaveta. Oh yeah, so I looked up Hungary's human name and it is spelled with a V not a B, and I was originally gonna leave it alone, but I like the idea of Gilbert calling her Vety. By the way guys this is NOT the reason why Gilberts so sad, that comes waaaaaaaaay later. Oh, and I know I said that I might make Hungary seem like a bitch, but that's not really true I just...I know what's coming and well I was soooooo mad! I just wanted to blame her, but in the end...well I'm gonna stop giving hints.

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