Note from the Author: Hi~ WishmakerYuuki here. XD I had been thinking about writing a Hungary/Prussia fanfic for a while now. Lol, I know they hardly seem like a romantic couple but I do enjoy their love/hate relationship...so I hope you enjoy.

"The most important thing in life is to learn how to give out love, and to let it come in."

Chapter 1: Of Opening Ceremonies and Déjà vu

Elizabeta Hedervary sat impatiently in a crowd of students, tapping her fingers against the steel of the fold-up chair. She was finally in high school, after suffering all those years of being the underdog. Just thinking about how different her life would be now gave Elizabeta a sudden burst of excited adrenaline. The Hungarian smiled softly to herself, she studied very hard to pass the entrance exam, after all Hetalia World Powers Academy only accept the students that are the best in the world. She was proud to have made the cut and wear the uniform of the school. Red plaid skirts with tan blazers embellished with the coat of arms for girls. The short skirt made Elizabeta feel a bit uncomfortable, but she took care of that by wearing shorts underneath. Even though, she had promised herself to bit more girly then the years before.

"Ehem…hello…" The mike crackled.

Elizabeta automatically redirected her attention to the stage where a blonde British male stood wincing as he readjusted the mike. He had very prominent facial characteristics which included his bright forest green eyes, sheepish expression, and overly thick eyebrows.

"….My name is Arthur Kirkland and I am a sophomore." "I am also the student council president." The British man continued. "Hetalia World Powers welcomes back both old students and new, as you can tell we made some changes around the academy." "However before I mention these changes, please give a round of applause to the new students who have made it into the academy."

There was a rising deafening roar of clapping and whoops.

Arthur held his hand up, the noise died away. Clearing his throat, he began to speak again about stuff Elizabeta did not really care about. She could feel her attention span begin to wane away. Returning to tapping against the chair she let her gaze wander over various student faces. She did not know anyone who attended the school nor did she know anyone who was in the freshman class.

Elizabeta's sight of vision landed on an Asian group, they all sat next to each other in a straight row and it was pretty obvious they knew each other. It gave the Hungarian a small spike of envy. The Korean fidgeted in his seat and kept on whispering loudly to the Chinese male next to him. The irritated Taiwanese female shushed him, her gaze never wavering from droning Arthur. Swooping down the row, Elizabeta spotted a tall American who looked as bored as she was. He kept on poking a lighter haired Canadian in front of him, stifling back his laughter due to the variations of "I am angry" expressions the Canadian tried to pull, when he turned around to glare at the American.

"..And so in order to help new students feel more comfortable around old students the Academy has planned a ball of festivities and dancing." "On that note I hope you all enjoy your day!" The Briton finished airily with a small smile.

It's over? Finally…. The Hungarian stood up quickly, legs aching a little from holding one position for so long. She picked up her bag slinging it over her shoulder as she made her way for the exit. Crowds of students began to regroup themselves, Elizabeta reached into her blazer pocket, pulling out her schedule.

Outside, it was beautiful, a warm spring day with a blazing sapphire sky. Sakura trees lined the campus; its green buds were not in full bloom yet. Elizabeta smiled, confident that even if she did not know anyone, she would make lots of new friends.

Yet again, Elizabeta wasn't really social during grade school. Boys and girls were often wary of her due to the Hungarian's fiery exterior. It was a mistake, Elizabeta just made the wrong first impression in kindergarten. All the blame lies in an arrogant and obnoxious Prussian boy who had really just ticked her off. Gilbert Beilschmidt.

The pair had become rivals at first sight.

It was a hot day and a little Elizabeta took refuge under a large oak tree with spreading branches that provided a cool relief from the glare.

"You're Elizabeta. Right?" The albino boy asked with an unnecessary force behind his words.

He stood in a defiant pose arms crossed over his skinny chest and chin jutting out. His red eyes were narrowed and mocking.

Elizabeta looked up from her book, a bit confused why this boy was attacking her.

"Yes…I am Elizabeta Hedervary from Hungary." She replied, tucking a strand of her short curly brown hair back into her neat ponytail.

"Well, you're not awesome so get out my spot!" He replied. "Oh, and for your non-awesome self to understand…my name is Gilbert Beilschmidt from the awesome country of Prussia!" He sneered.

The petite Hungarian was shocked by his rudeness and wasted no time, standing up…no not to leave but to close her book and slam it down sharply on the Prussian's forehead with a loud resounding CRACK.

"GAHHH!" Gilbert yelped painfully, automatically leaping away from her arm's length. He pressed a hand to the crown of his head. "What the hell did you do that for?" He spat.

Elizabeta was pleased to see the fair skin already turning purple. "That was for being so rude, if you wanted me to move, you could have just asked politely and I suggest you wipe your mouth with soap for cuss words are hardly appropriate." She answered coolly.

"SHUT UP, prissy!" He yelled, his small hands balling up into fists.

Luckily the teacher had arrived from causing anymore damage.

The Hungarian trailed a finger down the list of numbers. Stopping at Home Room clearly labeled black printed numbers: 257 were at the side. Elizabeta headed for the wide entrance of the main building, huge Greek marble columns greeted her at the entrance, seeing her own nervous face reflected off the glass of the door, she swung it open hurrying down the red carpeted, crystal chandeliered lobby.

They were still odds with each other, every day the playground would be a battlefield.

Middle school was the central area of death glares, drama, opposing sides. Gilbert and his friends often picked on her because she was always alone.

Although one day, Elizabeta was in the final year of grade school she was happy, ready to graduate to High School and forget about the stupid Prussian. Elizabeta had even outgrown her hair for the change. Curly, wild, chocolate strands matched her personality. She was walking home and it started to rain very hard. The sky was dark, swallowed up in an angry storm. Cold, freezing and wet the Hungarian ran as fast as she could. There was only one more street she had to cross, as she bolted blindly across, a car came up skidding because of the slick pavement. Like a deer she froze caught in the bright headlights. It was happening so fast but in her mind everything slowed down she could clearly see the drunk driver in the seat and feel the pressure build. The space between her and the car was getting smaller.

I'm going to die…..

Two strong arms suddenly grabbed her around the waist hurling her unmoving body to the other side, narrowly avoiding the deadly accident. The momentum caused her and the rescuer to roll several feet in the wet grass before stopping. The car went flying down the road then crashed into a tree. Red flames erupted from the car, crushed and twisted metal landed on the pavement.

Who?

Elizabeta shook her wet locks out her face to clearly look up at the face. The dim light from a nearby streetlamp was enough to show who it was. Her mouth dropped open in surprise.

"Are you crazy?" "You should know that walking home at night is not awesome!" Gilbert yelled his hands firmly on her shoulders. As if he was afraid she might faint.

The albino looked worried, conflicted, and torn apart. Utterly different from what Elizabeta was used to.

"I…..T-thank you.." She said shakily, finding nothing else better to say.

Gilbert let out a long sigh, running a hand through his soaked white hair. He stood up turning his face away from her so that she couldn't see the rising embarrassed heat in his cheeks.

She picked herself up, sitting on the grass.

"W-whatever…." He mumbled. Rain poured off his coat and face. Then Elizabeta with a sudden thought, he looked like an angel his white hair contrasted against the dark sky, a halo.

Days after that event, things were awkward. Elizabeta and Gilbert avoided each other as much as they could, but soon, rather they were attracted like the opposite sides of a magnet. Elizabeta wouldn't really call it going out but it was nice, not fighting with him for a change. Along with strange unusual feelings, that made her feel so….good. It was like an uncontrollable desire that had always brought a red blush to her face when she saw him. And she began to notice things about him that she had never seen before. Almost like when fog clears up, she could see everything down to every last detail. When Gilbert smiled it was just her and him, nobody else.

Life became wonderful.

Elizabeta bolted up a winding grand staircase. Panting, she turned using the banister to guide her speed. Looking down at her wristwatch she panicked, knowing well she had lingered far too long in the campus. With a burst of energy she leapt the last few steps only to crash painfully right into a person.

Elizabeta had to move. Her father was struggling with piling debt. She had to leave Gilbert. Of course she had to see him one more time. So she met with the Prussian, just the two of them alone. Hand in hand, they walked down a small trail in the neighborhood park. Elizabeta couldn't delay on the news any longer. Stopping at a bench she pulled him down next to her. Carefully looking into his ruby eyes to catch any flickers of emotion, she kept a serious face.

"Gilbert…I…I'm moving." Elizabeta said, fearing his reaction she winced involuntarily.

Gilbert simply took her hand in his. "Elizabeta, even if you go far away into another planet, I'm never going to leave you."

Her breath caught in her throat everything inside of her seemed to tighten up another notch. The sky seemed brighter and there was a soft angelic glow enveloping the Prussian. She knew what was coming next and couldn't help, but to eagerly hear those three words she had always kept buried into the depths of her heart.

"That's because I love you, nothing is ever going to change that." He smiled, his warm hand moving to caress the curve of Elizabeta's cheek.

Red bouquets of roses bloomed on the Hungarian's face.

"I love you too, Gilbert."

Elizabeta fell to the hard polished floor. Her bag spilled open, sending all of her books in every direction.

It was now definite she was going to be late on the first day of school.

"Geez, can't you watch where you're fucking going?" A male voice yelled.

Elizabeta gritted her teeth. This person was being extremely rude it wasn't like she wanted to crash into some random person.

Lifting her head, she opened her mouth, ready to give this person a piece of her mind.

The first thing she saw was the guy's long legs clothed in the male school uniform plaid navy blue pants. Moving her eyes up she saw he was wearing a red zipper sweat shirt rather than the more appropriate blue blazer. It showed off an arrogant and rebellious attitude and made the Hungarian feel more irritated. The blue tie was also loose and practically undone followed by a white dress shirt several buttons undone. Elizabeta wondered how this person managed to squeeze past the strict dress code. Still practically craning her neck, her flashing emerald eyes met his.