"The love that lasts the longest is the love that is never returned."

Chapter 2: Of Waiting and Remembering

She could feel all of the anger and irritation drain out of her slowly, like the falling of the tides in the sea. Elizabeta trembled, trying to speak but her lips formed nothing. The utter shock and disbelief on her face was mirrored by his red eyes.

The Prussian spoke up awkwardly. "Uh…hey are you alright?" "Sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you like that…"

"G-Gilbert?..." Elizabeta stood up painfully, leaning her weight on her knees all the while gazing into his face.

She could feel a rush of warm heat rise in her body.

How did he get into the same school as me?

"…Do I know you?" Gilbert scrunched his face up into a confused frown.

Reality shattered her thoughts Elizabeta felt like her heart was being put through a shredder. It was like someone threw a bucket of ice water over her quenching her flame.

He doesn't remember me? But…how? Even after telling me that he loved me and promised me we would never stay apart?

She thought wildly of just someone jumping out and yelling April Fools! He still loves you, always and forever.

"Mein Gott, the band played around a couple of areas but I didn't think we would be so awesomely known just starting in the summer." He muttered to himself, scratching his head.

He then shrugged, throwing back his head and let out his trademark laugh. "Kesesese, it must be because of the super cool, lead singer, awesome me!"

The hand around her heart loosened a bit. The Hungarian smiled quietly at his self-proclaiming words.

He's still the same…over abusing the word awesome, acting funny, and a total asshole when it comes to other people…but sweet.

Elizabeta bit the inside of her cheek trying not to burst out laughing. Then face of her wristwatch came back swimming into view.

She had about one minute before the second bell.

Shit!

Elizabeta swore fluently in front of him, colorful words flying from her mouth as she began to scramble around shoving her books back into her bag.

Gilbert looked a bit taken back; as if he couldn't believe this innocent little Hungarian had just dropped about thirty swear words in German, Russian, and English.

"I'm sorry Gilbert but I'm in a hurry and maybe we can talk later!" She managed to snatch her planner off the staircase.

"Uh…sure." The Prussian raised a hand in a half parting goodbye wave as Elizabeta sprinted past him.

Heh…..Kesesesese she's a funny person…I never met anyone who could swear in about a billion languages under five seconds. Wait…what's her name? Damn it. I forgot to ask.

Gilbert began to walk down the east hallway; he never cared about school, only attending because he wanted to set an example for his younger brother Ludwig, hanging out with his friends, and of course showing everyone what an awesome brother Ludwig had.

Shoving his hands into his pockets the Prussian decided to head to the roof and take a well-deserved nap. A rustling sound diverted his attention, looking down he saw he had stepped on a book.

Oh crap, this must belong to her…

Lifting his foot, he could clearly read the gold printed letters, written across the top of the royal blue cover.

Elizabeta Hedervary, so that's her name?

The Prussian picked up the book dusting off the cover. He knew it was wrong to just delve into a person's belongings. But hell, he was Gilbert Beilschmidt, the infamous freshman hooligan. Breaking rules was his duty and curiosity was already nagging him. Her name just sparked something, it sounded so familiar.

Well it doesn't hurt just to take a peek.

Flipping open the cover he began to read the first set of neatly scripted words while heading off to the roof.

Elizabeta skidded, stopping at the door of room 257 and threw it open with a loud crash. Students already inside turned around with a startled jump, wide eyed like scared sheep.

"Umm…sorry.." Elizabeta apologized, wincing and hitting herself mentally on the head. IDIOT! You wanted to make friends and what do you do? You terrify them senseless on the first day. Good impression.

The Hungarian meekly sat down in a seat in the back, not wanting to draw any more attention to herself.

"It's alright, the school is huge after all and it's easy to get lost!" A friendly voice chirped.

Elizabeta looked up hopefully, praying that this person might become her first friend.

A petite female stood smiling in front of the desk. Her brown hair was tied neatly into pig tails with red ribbons. She wore a white long sleeved sweater instead of a tan blazer.

She looks so cute…..

"My name is Charlotte from Seychelles, bonjour!" "What is your name?" She beamed giving off a strong vibe of a positive attitude.

"Elizabeta Hedervary from Hungary." The Hungarian replied.

"Well, you must be new because I've never seen you around here." Charlotte said.

"Right." Elizabeta nodded.

"Okay, to make your freshman life easier I'll give you some basic survival rules."

Never get on the bad side of the Student Council President a.k.a Arthur Kirkland

"He may not look like it, but his bark is only a nano inch compared to his bite." "Last summer, we had a celebration party for new graduates." "I was just minding my own business, and then the crazy Briton comes over and snaps a dog collar around my neck." "He said he claimed me as his servant!" "It took me forever to get the stupid collar off."

I see, just giving off an aura of justice makes it unsuspecting for him to be far from innocent.

Don't get close to the Student Council Vice President a.k.a Francis Bonnefoy

"Francis on the other hand looks exactly what a bi-sexual French rapist should look like." "Yes, he is good-looking and everything but it's like a Venus fly-trap." "His life goal is to make love with practically everyone." "And unfortunately he helps out my family a lot; he paid the tuition for me." "So I'm indebted to him." *Shudder* "So just be careful unless you want to be pregnant or something."

That is absolutely…..I can't even find the words to describe what I'm thinking. Disgusting? Horrific? I have nothing against gays or lesbians, but still hearing the description of this student, it's sort of scaring me.

Don't eat Lunch B with Salad A

"This catastrophe always happens each year because some unsuspecting student thinks it looks perfectly tasty and normal." "Well they are wrong!" "Some kind of weird chemical reaction happens when you mix them." "It looks really gross like it starts bubbling and fizzing." "And the usual result from eating this is uncontrollable vomiting and gas."

Ugh….okay better remember that…Don't eat Lunch B with Salad A…..But it doesn't matter I can't even afford school lunch.

Make sure to listen to Bad-Touch Trio!

"The rock band started in the summer, they're actually pretty good." "The members are Gilbert Beilschmidt: Lead singer and lead guitarist, Antonio Fernandez Carriedo: Drums, Francis Bonnefoy: Rhythm guitarist and back-up singer." "Even though Francis is in the band the other two guys are perfectly fine."

So this must be the band Gilbert was talking about…..but wait…what does this have to do with surviving freshman year?

"Umm…yep, I think that's about it!" Charlotte nodded making her pig-tails swing back and forth.

"I see, those rules are relatively simple." Elizabeta replied. "Thank you for telling me."

"No problem!" "I just don't want you to fall in the same stuff other people did." "After all, friends look out for each other." Charlotte smiled.

Friends? We are friends? YES!

The second bell rang signaling the beginning of class and a teacher entered the room sharply rapping the desk to get the class's attention.

The wind outside was cool and refreshing, perfumed by the Sakura blossoms. The sun was warm spring heat reflected off the puffy white clouds. A lone male lay on his back using the royal blue book as a shield from the glare as he read. He turned the last white creamy page; with his right eyelid twitching as he closed the book.

The Prussian hauled himself in a sitting position trying to comprehend what he had just read.

Okay, so let me get this straight. At first me and Elizabeta hated each other and I bullied her every day. Then I saved her from a car accident and I fell in love with her. We were going out in grade school. And I made her life happy rainbows cookies and cream then she had to move. I promised her that we would always be together.

"Gah! It sounds like a fucking fan-story!" Gilbert brought his hands to the painful headache circulating around his temples.

How the hell does Elizabeta know me? When did the sweet mother of wurst cause this to happen? I don't remember any of this…don't I?

Some parts of the diary were oddly enough strangely familiar. Wisps of memories Gilbert had tried to pin down in the deepest furthest part of his mind. But just when the Prussian thinks he's getting something it vanishes like blowing the flame off a wick. Only the tendrils of smoke remained.

Opening the diary, Gilbert's finger skimmed down the page re-reading Elizabeta's words.

…I love him, even if he was a crazy individual of a Prussian who annoys the heck out of everyone around him. I hope he remembers me when we meet again.

"I was so cute when I was little!" "I bet I swept Elizabeta off her feet like an awesome prince!" "Kesesese….." Gilbert laughed trying to cover up his confusion.

But I don't remember who she is. I don't remember a Hungarian girl named Elizabeta Hedervary. Why can't I remember? I try to think really hard and all that I could come up with is nothing. A dark empty space full of nothing.

It's not like I hate Elizabeta or anything, hell I barley even know who she is.

Does this memory block have to do with the accident?

Did I lose my memories of her after I saved Ludwig?

Amnesia?

Fuck.

Not awesome.