A/n: I do not own Hetalia or its characters.
How cliché. Gilbert thought to himself. The rain drops seemed to burn on his skin like they were on fire. Curse you Adele. He ran, chasing after Mattie, who had disappeared into almost thin air. Everything in him felt cold and desperate. He needed Mattie to know what had really happened, or else he would never forgive him. Gil would have nothing. Nothing to care for, and no one would care for him.
Matthew felt the tears and rain drops on his face. It felt like there was ice water in his veins and that his lungs were full of water. It was as if his heart was wrapped in thorns. With every reluctant beat, it was pierced and bled. He ran into his yard, almost slipping on several patches of mud. He looked behind him to see Gilbert chasing after him. His eyes were dark with worry. Matt ran up his porch and flung open the door, looking away from Gil.
Once inside, Matthew threw Kuma onto the couch and slammed himself onto the door as Gilbert came running up the porch steps. He struggled to open Mattie's door that parted them.
"Mattie, please, I swear it wasn't what it looks like!" Gilbert exclaimed.
Inside, Matt was pushing against the door, locking all of the locks on his door frame, securing himself from the world, the world that always seemed to hate him. "Go away!"
Gil's heart dropped at Matthews tone. It was cold and hurt. "Birdie, Eliza stole the picnic basket and climbed the tree, then this wind came and…"
"Would you save it?!" Matthew was yelling now. Tears were pouring from his eyes. "I never want to see you again, all I do is hold you down! Go run to her Gilbert! Stop acting and get away, I beg you!"
Every word Mattie said was a dagger in Gil's chest. His hand on the knob started to shake and tears flooded his vision. His blood felt like ice water that froze in his heart. A deep roll of thunder rolled and lightning cracked nearby. "Mattie, please.." Gilbert whispered into the door.
"I hate you! Go away!" Matthew yelled and kicked the door.
That did it, every bit of strength that Gilbert possessed was sucked from his being, and he fell to his knees. There was silence between them as the rain pounded on the roof and thunder rumbled quietly.
After shutting the blinds on his windows, refusing to look at Gilbert through the glass, he turned to see that Kuma had lit a fire in the fireplace and was drying his matted white coat. He joined the bear and started to warm his hands. The tears on his face dried and felt warm from the flame.
He went into his bathroom , changed his wet clothes and dried his hair. And there before him in the mirror was a guy with shaggy blonde hair and a curl sticking out of his head. Glasses sat upon the edge of the man's nose below two darkened blue eyes.
Suddenly Kuma was behind him, head cocked to the side. "Who are you?" The animal asked.
Matthew shook his head and his body shuddered. "I don't know anymore."
The bear shrugged and opened the bathroom door. "Then it is decided, you are Alfred who lives downstairs." With that the bear walked down the hall.
"Really man!?" Matthew exclaimed and threw a wet sock at the bear, who turned the corner just too soon. He looked back at the mirror to see a small photograph sticking out at the edge of it. A picture of him and Gilbert, at the carnival eating some pancakes with maple syrup. It had been one of the happiest days of his life, and the thought warmed him. A steady stream of tears rolled from his eyes and he held his head in his hands. "Oh, Gilbert."
He laid the picnic basket next to Mattie's door and stood out in his yard. A place that he was very familiar with, yet felt distant beyond belief. Gilbert had so many memories running through his head, a series of photographs that surrounded him. He was crying, no, he was beyond crying. He was on the verge of having a breakdown. His whole body was shaking and he couldn't catch his breath. His muscles were tense and he seemed to have lost all sense of direction. Still, the rain poured and showed no signs of stopping in the dark grey clouds.
He looked around to see Matthews small shed across the yard next to the house. He stumbled over to it, and used the last bit of power he had to yank the door open. The table in the small building The table inside was covered in tools and scraps of wood, stuff that he and Matthew had used to make a house for Kuma. On the edge was a small Exact-o-knife. It reflected the world behind Gilbert in silver. He wrapped his fingers around it, and felt its blade on the pads of two fingers, it was smooth and glassy.
Gil grasped it between two fingers, were it connected to the handle, and lifted up his other hand to the edge of the blade. His skin was pale, as usual, but lifeless and cold. The cool edge of the knife against the skin of his wrist glided and felt smooth. Gilbert placed it at the base of his hand, and with as much strength he could summon, he pushed down.
First, he felt nothing. Then saw his own dark red blood flow from the edges of the knife, and a dull pain came with it. The blade fell to the floor with a clang and Gil sighed deeply. The pain only numbed the mental hurt for only one second, only when he could focus on the physical. He collapsed to the floor of the shed, and grasped his wrist to his chest. Body still shaking, he fell into a restless, yet deep sleep that took all the pain away into nothingness.
A soft, yet dark melody flowed echoed off the white walls of the mansion. Elizaveta heard the keys of the piano flow effortlessly, a familiar sound. She stepped into the piano room in her silk robe and long, now-dried hair braided to the side. The soft carpet felt soft under her bare feet.
The room was only lit by a couple candles on the coffee table and piano. The world outside was black and cold, rain still drizzling on the roof. And on the piano bench was Roderich, who was lost in his melody.
"Roderich," Eliza said quietly, but he did not do as much as blink in response. "It's not how it looked, you know that right?"
Still nothing.
She started to walk towards him, "I was up in that tree, and the wind came and shook the tree and branches-."
This time Roderich slightly looked up, as if he was worried if she had gotten hurt, then he pressed his mouth into a thin line and continued playing.
"And I fell," Eliza continued speaking and walking to her husband. "all Gilbert was doing was catching me, that's all."
Roderich said nothing. She was right behind him now, "I am sorry for what it looked like, but there is nothing between us." She slowly wrapped her hands around his neck.
(hahahahaha lol. Just kidding. Scratch that last part.)
She slowly wrapped her arms around his neck/shoulders and hugged him. He stopped playing all of a sudden and shook his head. Eliza could feel him laughing softly in his chest.
"Elizaveta," he finally said. "I trust you enough. I am sorry on how I must have come off." He hugged her arms around him then patted the piano seat next to him. Feeling better, she sat down next to him, and he wrapped his arms around hers until he matched hand with her. He place them on the keys and began to teach her how to play the beautiful melody he had been going through. After about an hour of laughing, playing, and wrong notes, she finally got the first few lines and threw her hands up in the air.
Roderich laughed at her and kissed her forehead. Eliza leaned her head against his shoulder . "I love you." She said.
He began playing again, "I love you too." Elizaveta shivered and tucked her feet under her and the silk robe. "Are you cold?"
Eliza yawned. "A bit."
"Let us go then." Roderich stood up, and just as Eliza began to, he picked her up, cradling her in his arms. "How about some hot tea?" He asked. She nodded, smiling, and they disappeared into their kitchen.
The end for Austria and Hungary
A/N: Part three coming with the conclusion between Gilbert and Matthew. It is weird because I don't always agree with these pairs, I usually think that Prussia should be with Hungary and Austria should be forever alone because he steps on chibi Italy. Yet sometimes I believe in AusHun and PruCan. Depends on the day because that's just me. Well I hope you like this story. Feel free to tell me your thoughts if u wish. I need to give credit to DoctorCroctagon for the mention of Canada and Prussia eating Pancakes and Maple syrup at the carnival thing from her story. Ill try to hurry up with part 3. Thanks for reading!