yes I am a terrible person
Sorry for no updates, ahhhhh, I have mass exams this week so I was basically just studying 24/7
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The two next days passed in a blur as Elizaveta tried to organize the prom. Well. Not organize; she had already prepared it months ahead: more like fix all the problems that had mysteriously appeared. Someone had lost the decoration box, the DJ was ill, the amount of food they had ordered wasn't enough, etc, etc, she felt like going insane.
By Friday evening, luckily, she'd managed to mostly sort everything out. That, of course, was pretty good, seeing as the prom was on Monday.
So on Friday afternoon Eliza found herself lying peacefully on her bed, finally taking a break from the hard work. "Hggnn...Remind me why I had to do this 'gain?" She muttered exhaustedly, making Lili laugh lightly. "Be-cause," Bella said in a sing-song voice from the other side of the room, "Arthur refused to do it by himself, so Mr Vargas asked him to 'pick a girl, a pretty one!', and he chose you."
The Hungarian threw a pillow at her friend, scowling. "Stop leaving out parts just so it sounds like he has a crush on me! He chose me because I was 'hard-working and not inclined to start giggling during meetings'." She quoted the last part in a posh voice, making Yekaterina give an amused protest."Please, Miss Eliza! Don't mock the school councilman!"
"Oh, screw him." Eliza said. "I don't see why we couldn't have someone else as head."
"Who? Alfred? Can you imagine the chaos?" Bella snorted, flipping her blonde curls over her shoulder. "And Ludwig is a bit young.." Lili noted. "Da, and mostly everyone either does not take it seriously or is somehow inconvenienced." Kat piped up.
"I think they should let Ivan apply." Natalya said neutrally from the other side of the room. Her sister gave a nervous chuckle, and quickly changed the subject: "So, Miss Eliza, the prom is on Monday! You must be excited!"
The brunet shrugged: "I'm mostly happy to be nearly done with the organizing..All I have left is the food." She frowned. "Wonder how the hell I'll find a store with all that.."
Her musing was interrupted by a rapid series of knocks on the dorm's door.
The European room girls looked up, startled, as Bella performed a series of artistic jumps to land neatly next to the door. "I'll get it!"
From where Eliza lay, she couldn't see the door, so she merely waited for the Belgian to tell them who it was. After a rapid conversation from outside, the blonde stepped back inside with her trademark feline smile playing on her lips.
"It's a boy~!" As Natalya shot up, she quickly added: "Not Ivan."
Elizaveta rolled her eyes. "Of course it's a boy, there are twenty of them for one of us."
Bella huffed, then continued: "And he's here for you."
The Hungarian's brows shot up, though she played it off casually: "Let me guess, a tall, dark, handsome stranger bringing me flowers?"
There was a short burst of laughter, then Bella giggled: "More like tall, pale, admittedly handsome and totally not a stranger. Plus I doubt he's brought you flowers."
Before anything could be added, an annoyed voice came from outside: "Gott, are you going to let me in or are you going to un-awesomely gossip about me all day?!"
Elizaveta groaned, then got up.
"It just has to be Gilbert, doesn't it...Though why the heck he's here beats me."
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Elizaveta had barely walked out of the room before she smashed right into Gilbert's chest. He jumped back as if she was on fire, while Eliza turned pink and muttered something about "is crashing into Germans my new obsession or what".
"Prussian." Gilbert corrected.
"What?" Eliza asked, looking up. The albino rolled his eyes. "I'm Prussian, not German."
"Hey, stop eaves-dropping on me!" "It's hardly eaves-dropping when you're talking out loud to yourself, insane woman!"
The duo glared at each other for a moment before the elder dropped it. "Ugh, anyway, I came here because of the interview." When he received no response, he continued: "I mean, I get you were busy so I left it but I assume you have to do it? Uh, of course I don't care or anything but-"
Before he could embarrass them both further, the brunet interrupted: "Yeah, yeah, I get it. Thanks."
"So...how d'you wanna do it?" Gilbert asked tentatively. The Hungarian sighed, pushing her bangs back absent-mindedly. "I don't know...I have to get the food for the prom and everything..."
To her surprise, the Prussian looked delighted. "Awesome! I know just where we can go!"
"You do?" The albino scowled. "Geez, can you try to at least pretend you trust me? I'm talking about the APH!" "The what?"
He face-palmed. "Have you ever even bothered to look around Gakuen?" She blinked, then frowned. "Well...We don't exactly go down town much..."
He harrumphed. "Useless..." In a flash, he had grabbed her arm, and Eliza found herself suddenly dragged down the stairs and to the schoolyard. "HEY! Let go, you idiot!" She shrieked, narrowly avoiding the Vargas siblings as they turned around a corner. In response the albino only cackled evilly.
When they finally stopped, the world was spinning, and the Hungarian paused to take a calming breath. "Isten, you retard! Are you trying to kill m-oh." Any further thoughts were stopped by the sight of the large, shiny motorbike standing in front of them.
"Is that-is it-" The girl started.
"Ja, ja, liebling, I know I'm awesome," Gilbert cooed, "But my ride here is waiting for you."
"Oh, shut it." She snapped, before turning back to the bike. "It's yours? Seriously?" "Paid for the scraps and built it with Luddy. Sweet, huh?" For once, the brunet only nodded in agreement.
"Well, enough drooling about my bike! Let's go!" the Prussian exclaimed, hopping onto the bike and gesturing at his companion to do the same. Eliza did so rather respectfully, before asking "And a helmet?" Gilbert laughed. "Learn to live a little!" At the glare he got in response, he chuckled.
"I'm just playing. Ya really think West would let me go without a helmet? They're here." He passed her a helmet before putting his own on.
The bike shuddered as it turned on, and as it sprang to life, the Hungarian found herself with a mouthful of silver hair. As she coughed, the albino merely shouted: "Hang on tight, Ungern! It's gonna be a helluva ride!"
–-
Elizaveta hadn't been on a bike in a while, and she had to admit it was fun. While Gilbert certainly paid more attention to traffic rules than say, Feli or Francis (must've been his inner German); he rode fast, and it was pretty exhilarating. As her hair was pushed around by the wind, she felt a grin work its way onto her lips.
Yeah, this was fun. She could even ignore the fact that her arms were around Gilbert Beilschmidt's waist (the last time that had happened was when they were forced to waltz in the 1700's, and they ended up duelling anyway), and concentrate on the scenery flashing by.
Ten minutes later, they pulled to a stop in front of the APH, that Eliza now recognized. It was a big supermarket, just like any other, but she guessed Gilbert had his reasons for coming here. He jumped off the bike and yanked his helmet off, grinning. For once, there was no malice to it. It gave Elizaveta a pang to realise it was the first time in a long, long, time that she'd seen that.
Nevertheless, she took off her helmet and eyed the albino carefully: "So...What do we do now?"
"Go inside and buy stuff, genius." The Prussian said sarcastically before sauntering off to the shop. The brunet followed him, sighing.
When she got inside, however, she immediately stopped questioning his logic.
–-
"...With food from EVERY country?!" Elizaveta asked for the tenth time. "Ja, that's what I told you like twenty minutes ago, Birdie. Now if you'd please snap out of it..." The Hungarian flushed: "Don't call me that! I just mean, woah! This is..."
"Awesome." Gilbert finished. For once, he got no response. Then Eliza suddenly frowned and exclaimed: "Wait, we're here for food! Why am I standing here doing nothing?!" As she ran off to the Hungarian alley, the ex-nation followed, shouting: "That's what I just told you!"
He found her standing in front of what resembled a chocolate cake and some crepes. "Huh? What's that?" She looked down at the cake she was holding:"They're Hungarian deserts called-"
"Dobos and gundel palacsinta, I know. I meant that." Gilbert replied, pointing at the light shining through her pocket. Eliza grabbed her phone quickly. A text from Roderich. Her heart raced suddenly, and she opened it.
Elizaveta,
I have thought back on our earlier conversation and concluded that I behaved rather childishly. For one, I did not give you a chance to reply, and secondly I do not believe I am in position to judge your romantic choices (though honestly I am incapable of perceiving why you would lower yourself so).
Sincere apologies,
R Edelstein
The brunet's lips quirked upwards. Typical Roderich...From the formal language to the behaviour, he was just as charming as ever. And yet...
For some reason that would forever remain unknown, Elizaveta slid the phone back into her pocket and turned to her long-time foe.
"How do you know their names?"
His eyebrows shot up, then he huffed: "I did spend quite a lot of time with you when we were kids, y'know. And I don't think you should be surprised to hear I sneaked into the kitchens enough times to have learnt something." To the Hungarian's amusement, he sounded offended, as if she had underestimated him or something. She had to admit it was, well, not exactly flattering, but something along those lines.
"Right, ok. I won't question your knowledge of my exquisite cooking again." Elizaveta said, a teasing tone slipping into her voice. Gilbert straightened: "You better not! I know it's not your fault your unawesome brain can't remember everything about me, but-" He was interrupted by the brunet shoving a heavy bag into his stomach.
She snickered as he bent over with an undignified "oof", then stopped when he didn't stand back up. "Ah, scheisse, Erzebet, I didn't know you were so sadistic!" Gilbert hissed out. "Right in the stitches!" The girl flinched. Damn, the fight! Gilbert had ended up with cracked ribs and now she had just...
She swooped down to his level, worried: "No, sorry, I forgot! I wouldn't trick you like that!"
In a flash, she was on the ground with the bag on top of her as Gilbert cackled.
"Too bad, cause I would! D'ya honestly think I've become such a wuss?" The albino said smugly, dusting off his hands. Stunned, Eliza took a few moments to recover before jumping up. "You dick! You knew I'd be worried!" The grin she got in response confirmed her assumption.
"I don't want to get kicked out before buying everything, so I'll refrain from injuring you at the moment, Beilschmidt." She gritted out, before moving on to shove the deserts in her cabby. As she pushed away, Gilbert followed, still laughing. "Like, great going! Keeping calm in the face of morons is always best, sister!" Feliks exclaimed chirpily in her head.
As she pushed a curl behind her ears, Elizaveta decided this was going to be a long shopping trip.
–-
They finally exited the APH an hour later, having bought everything they needed, and talking about the manga the store was named after.
"...Axis Powers Hetalia, what kind of name is that?!" The albino exclaimed.
"I know, right?" Eliza agreed, shaking her head.
"And the characters! Gott, that German guy is a pain!"
"No, I quite liked the German brothers...And the elder is pretty cool."
"What? He's a total idiot! That Hungarian chick is a total badass though."
"Uh, no! She's way too Mary-Sueish!"
"Pfft, yeah right. She hits people with cooking pots! The only Mary-Sue thing about her is that she's dating the gay piano dude."
"Hey, I liked him!"
"Are you serious?! Who's next?! The pipe creep?!"
"Yeah, ok, I gotta admit he's creepy."
The conversation was cut short when they arrived at the bike. "Gilbert." She said stiffly. "How the hell are we going to bring these bags back on your motorbike?"
"Oh..." He ran his hand through his hair pensively. "I didn't think of that..."
Before Eliza could murder him, however, he brightened. "I've got an idea!"
He turned to her with a glint in his red eyes. "C'mere, lemme help you with that!"
In retrospective, she should probably have ran then.
–-
They arrived at Gakuen twenty minutes later, as Eliza shakily pulled herself off the bike. "I'm pretty sure this is illegal in fifty different ways, you know."
Gilbert only chuckled. "Hey, it worked! Who'd a thought scotch-taping the bags to the bike and having you sit on them would work so well?"
The brunet took a long breath, then closed her eyes. "I think I died, like, five times. You owe me a soul." "You had a soul?! Ow, ow, no, I was kidding!"
He rubbed his head, glaring. "Not cool, Erzebet." At the peak of maturity, she stuck her tongue out at him, before starting to pull the bags off the bike.
When they were all taken down, she made a mental count of them before giving an annoyed shout. "Damnit! We left the cake behind!" How unlucky could you get?! It was the second time today that there was a food shortage!
Gilbert frowned. "That's slightly problematic." "Slightly?! We're a bunch of (kind of) teenagers! We need all the dessert we can get, and now the cake is gone! Ugh!" She stomped her foot in frustration.
"We could always, y'know, make one?" The Prussian suggested. She gave him a Look (Eliza specialised in Looks). "N-not you! I meant, like, me."
After a moment of silence, they spoke at the same time:
"You can bake?"
"STOP UNDERESTIMATING ME!"
–-
Ahaha
Next chapter, they bake desserts and Eliza interviews Gil
Please ignore the messed up timeframe in this story, as well as the "is this an AU or is this normal Hetalia?!" parts of this...
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I can't believe this story is nearing an end...Sob.