I'm back! As promised, within the span of a few days. Now this chapter is going to have way more PruHun action going on. I promise we'll get into the other ships soon as well, I'm just trying to figure out what I want to do with Gilbert and Elizaveta's relationship before delving into other ones. I still need Francis and Matthew to meet, after all. x3 Anywho! I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Hetalia Franchise. As much as I would love to, I do not.

Calculated Words

"We've begun to raise daughters more like sons... but few have the courage to raise our sons more like our daughters."

―Gloria Steinem

By the time Gilbert reached Elizaveta, she had already gotten her lunch and appeared to be looking for a place to sit. Scrubbing his sweaty palms on his pants one last time, he strode forward.

"Elizaveta!" called the junior, a grin springing to his lips as he noticed her jump. She wouldn't know he went to school here; where she was concerned, no one here knew her by name.

When those lovely emerald eyes landed on his ruby ones, Gilbert slowed and beckoned for Elizaveta to come closer to him. It was not the place of an Alpha who hadn't announced his intentions to go and grab a hapless Omega. He had to ask the Omega to approach him after he'd done the first movement. Elizaveta eyed him wearily, but there was an obvious light of recognition in her eyes.

"Gilbert?" she asked hesitantly, moving her feet forward with a deliberateness that had Gilbert raising one snowy white eyebrow.

"The one and only," He replied smoothily, shooting her his normal lazy smirk. She scoffed in return.

"What do you want, then, Gil?" her voice was unsure still. He was fairly aware of the fact that she was not the same as she'd been when she was younger. This girl was different, nervous and anxious-utterly changed. She no longer had the headstrong belligerence of the child he'd had mud fights with and who had kicked him in the stomach over who got the last cookie. Elizaveta was an omega, and there was no way he could deny it any longer. Not that he'd want to; she made for one attractive mate if he could manage to attain her.

After this brief assessment of Elizaveta's seemingly changed attitude, Gilbert decided to respond to her. "I was just wondering if you wouldn't mind sitting with my friends and me," he stated, forcing himself to not pose the sentence as a question. Alphas had to be demanding, and commanding; that was the only way to establish their dominance, anyway.

Something flickered behind Elizaveta's eyes, something akin to annoyance, but she quickly quelled it. "I don't suppose I really have a choice, do I?" she asked with a world-weary sigh.

"Now why would you want to say 'no' to the awesome me?" asked Gilbert with a confident chortle. "Come on, my friends are this way," he said, not really giving her a chance to respond. He swept the lunch tray from the Hungarian's hands and began to push her forward with his hand pressing into the small of her back.

As soon as the two reached the lunch table, he slid into his normal seat and patted the spot next to him. He was nervous, waiting to see what Elizaveta would do.

Elizaveta took the seat.

The minute she sat down, Gilbert slid her lunch tray in front of her and resumed eating his own lunch, watching with a detached interest as Antonio finally managed to wrangle Lovino over to their lunch table. The omega sat down with a huff, though it was not next to the Alpha who so clearly longed for him. Antonio's crestfallen face inspired a snort of amusement from Elizaveta, a noise that took both Gilbert and his Spaniard friend by surprise. He knew that Antonio was only surprised that Elizaveta was sitting with them in the first place, but Gilbert himself was rather shocked at the loud laugh that Elizaveta had emitted.

Elizaveta's eyes caught their surprised expressions and she immediately returned her gaze back to her food, though the smile never left her lips.

Lovino was sitting moodily in his chosen chair, stabbing angrily at the decadent heap of noodles that sat before him. The faint buzz of angry Italian chattered over the table, playing about the otherwise quiet space.

Francis eventually took his customary seat next to Gilbert, gesturing for the lovely Omega he'd managed to woo to sit across from him. The Omega did so, ensuring that there was plenty of space between herself and Antonio before leaning forward to smile and blush and giggle hanging on Francis's every word, enamored with his smooth, gliding French accent.

The Omega was a freshman, and tiny. A purple ribbon was fixed in her hair, hanging limply against the strands of blonde hair cut so that they just reached her chin. She had large, innocent green eyes that seemed to absorb the world, and every single word uttered to her with a ravenous interest. Her pink dress was almost too humble, too modest. The sleeves ran down to her wrists, ending in pure white ruffles of starched looking fabric. The length of her dress followed much the same fashion, hitting her ankles and ending in a frill of foamy white, brushing the tops of solid black, clodding shoes. Gilbert just barely remembered that her name was Lili and she happened to have an extremely overprotective big brother named Basch before said older brother was pinning Francis' head to the smooth wooden surface of the lunch table.

Another noise escaped Elizaveta, though this one was more of surprise than amusement. Gilbert chose to ignore the scene, knowing that Lili would soon be leaving their presence, and that Francis would be bemoaning how poorly he was treated by the rest of the student populace within the next few minutes. He focused his attention on his lovely companion instead.

"Elizaveta, what have you been up to since I last saw you?" he asked her abruptly, not caring how out of the blue the question was.

"Oh, you know, school and growing up," she replied vaguely.

"Yeah? When did you find out you were an Omega?" he teased her, grinning at her suddenly flushed face. For the longest time, this stubborn girl next to him would insist that everyone eventually became an Alpha. You just developed the attributes as you grew up. Needless to say, it was this insistence that had her separated from Gilbert so quickly.

"That is none of your business!" she hissed suddenly, her old nature firing up like a firework flare, catching light, her words whistling out.

Gilbert was taken aback before he seemed to accept the challenge. "I actually think that it is my business, if you're going to be my mate one day," he said, disregarding all attempts at being polite. Elizaveta only seemed to grow redder.

"What makes you think that I don't already have a mate?" she snarled back, her knuckles on the hand that was gripping the fork were rapidly whitening. Gilbert was infuriating her, and challenging her, and it was honestly rather frustrating.

The white-haired Alpha's smug grin only widened.

"You'd have the scent on you," he replied smoothly, pushing his plate away from him. He was more interested in this turn of events than his food.

Omegas shouldn't act this way, that was why he disliked Lovino, because the Italian wasn't willing to submit to the obvious power of the Alpha. He would try to quell Elizaveta, or at least get her to respect him.

"Well, I don't know why you think that I would want to be your mate!" she snapped, pushing her own plate of food away. Something dangerous glinted behind those green eyes, something smooth and deadly as poison.

Gilbert growled lowly, taking note of the effect this had on the resilient Hungarian. She shivered, seemingly caught between her natural urge to submit and the stubbornness that held her up.

"Let me guess," said Gilbert, his tongue lazy, "You had your first heat, yes? Is that what it took? You, writhing on the bed, moaning and whimpering and practically begging for an Alpha to comfort you, to please you?" he asked her, his voice dropping to a lower octave, his red eyes piercing into their green counterparts and monitoring for the effect of his words. "The sheets tangled around your legs, that scent that can only ever be complimented by an Alpha's. Wouldn't it be nice to have an Alpha, a big, strong, dominant Alpha, to soothe you and claim you? To smother you in his scent and press his weight upon you?" he himself was beginning to get a reaction at the words, his mind having difficulty getting the idea of a naked Elizaveta, wriggling and twisting in a nest that she had created for herself, one simple sheet working its way around her sweating form, out of his head. And if he wasn't wrong, his words were having an effect on Eliza as well. She was panting, her eyes wide and her hand abandoning the fork to work open and closed.

They sat like that for a minute, neither breaking the other's gaze; a battle of will as much as a battle of hunger and desire and need. Who would break first?

At last, Elizaveta's eyes glared down at the linoleum floor of the cafeteria.

"You are a despicable person," she murmured, low and reluctant, but still not as angered as she had been earlier.

"I know," he responded slowly, "but I'm awesome, so it all works out." One of his hands reached out to touch the skin of Eliza's, the softness of her hand soothing to him in his sudden desire. It calmed him, but she quickly wrenched herself away.

"Leave me alone, you pig," she snapped, all the rage and fire back from earlier. It appeared that the earlier comment had been only a brief respite for the both of them, as she soon stood and left their little group, dumping her tray in the cafeteria trash bin before exiting.

A slow round of applause from Francis had Gilbert turning to glare at the Frenchman.

"The fuck do you want, Frenchie?" he snapped.

"That was the most brilliant display of willpower I have ever had the pleasure of seeing, Gilbert, truly. You have such a way with words," Francis swooned, sarcasm dripping from the syllables of every word.

"Mi amigo," said Antonio, "I do not think that was the way to go." He was deadly serious, completely unaware that Gilbert was more than mindful of that little fact.

Lovino just rolled his eyes, but he did move his chair closer to Antonio's. It appeared that the Spaniard's sudden seriousness had Lovino just a tad more willing to be in his presence.

"Dummkopf, as if I don't know that!" growled Gilbert in response, shoving back from the table and spinning angrily away from the table, his plate in hand. He'd honestly had enough of his idiotic friends for the day.

"I'm going to the weapons room," he muttered, beginning to stalk off before he paused. "Don't follow." A warning. And just like that, he was out of the cafeteria, the trash can still trembling from when he'd slammed his lunch into its metal shell.

However, when he wheeled into the weapons room, he was greeted with the sight of Elizaveta hacking away at a particularly unfortunate wooden dummy. The sword she was carrying was of Hungarian origin, with its curved blade and differently designed cross guard.

Gilbert leaned against the doorway, watching Elizaveta with an interest. The way she handled the sword told of years of expertise, its blade flicking and switching and practically licking at the immobile dummy, quick and precise in each movement. Gilbert had only seen a few people who could fight as well as her, and they were all Alphas. It was odd to see an Omega handle such a thing so expertly.

Striding silently into the room, he chose his traditional Prussian sword from the wall of weapons. It had a curve to its blade, but not so deep as Eliza's, and it obviously had a different crossguard, though this one was carved with the Prussia National Bird. It was a gorgeous sword, and perfectly balanced for Gilbert. Sliding along the wall over to Elizaveta, he chose a lull in her furious hacking to replace the dummy's position, pushing it hastily out of the way and sliding into its place. Elizaveta blinked in surprise as the ring of metal clashing into metal replaced the dull 'thunk' of a sword's edge burying itself into wood.

It took her all of two seconds to get over this surprise, however, and soon she was fighting against Gilbert. But their swordfight was almost like a dance. As much as Gilbert liked to brag about himself, he never really meant any of the things he said. He never bragged about his skill as a swordsman, though he was one of the best the academy had ever seen.

And so they worked against each other, each slither of blade on blade ringing like bells in the otherwise empty room. A sweat was beginning to paste their clothes to their backs and sides, and though Gilbert was reluctant to admit it, Elizaveta fought extremely well.

Their dance bled on, parrying and stroking and making extravagant and complicated designs with their bodies, swords switching hands. Everytime one or the other got within real striking distance, they'd stop the blade inches above the other's skin, to show that they could have cut that limb off.

They both seemed to stop in a silent agreement, the swords clattering to the floor, finally sliding from sweaty grips, and their owners collapsing next to the fallen arms.

"Where," a gasp of breath, "the fuck did you learn," another breath, "to fight like that?" asked Gilbert.

"There's something to be said," breath, "when your brothers are both alphas," another breath, "and they want to teach you how to," breath, "fight too."

Gilbert paused at that, a truly horrible and devious idea taking root in his brain.

"Your family could get arrested for that, you know," he said, after a moment of silence long enough for both of them to regain their full breathing capability. "Omegas aren't supposed to know how to fight, that's an alpha's job," he said, turning his head to see how Elizaveta was reacting to this. She had stilled, noticeably so. "If you're willing to agree to my courting you, than I may not turn your brothers and father in. If not, well, who knows what the consequences of your family's actions could be? After all, when I become your mate, I can't allow you to sword fight like that. It is such an un-omega thing to do." he said nonchalantly, sitting up and swiping his sweaty hair back from his forehead.

Elizaveta let out a strangled, angry grunt before Gilbert found himself pinned to the gym floor by the girl, his own sword held to his throat.

"You wouldn't dare," she hissed, anger glossing over her eyes. The flowers in her hair were sitting unobtrusively in a corner of the gym. It seemed that the minute the delicate things were removed from Eliza, she became a feral creature, totally combative of her immediate nature of submission and acceptance. Indeed, even the action of sitting above him was giving both of them a great amount of difficulty, as it was a very dominant gesture, and it didn't help that he was sweaty, and so both his alpha scent and pheromones were permeating the air.

They were at a standstill, no more words coming from Eliza. She was trying not to breathe, to avoid having to inhale Gilbert's addictive scent. But she was having difficulty, and soon, the sword fell from her grasp next to them, and she found herself leaning forward to press her nose to Gilbert's sweaty neck, inhaling his strong, deeply Alpha scent.

A shivered breath escaped both of them before Gilbert pushed the sword farther away from them and quickly switched their positions, rolling them so that he was hovering over Eliza. She clung to him, though, her nose still buried in his skin and little whines escaping her. Her arms had wound under his arms to brace against his back as she pulled her torso up against his, desperate for contact, and more of that delicious smell.

It seemed that nature was impossible to escape for both of them.

Gilbert buried his own nose in Elizaveta's neck, noticing not just her sweaty smell, but the light layer of preheat that was clinging to her form. It would be only another day or two and she'd be locked up in her room, whining, and begging, for an alpha to come and claim her as his.

A growl of possessiveness vibrated through Gilbert as he pressed himself down on top of the girl, not wanting just any other Alpha to claim her. He wanted to, and he'd be damned if he didn't make sure that other Alpha's were aware that they couldn't lay a single hand on her once she went into heat. So he began to work on coating her with his scent.

They were both still inhaling and breathing and bathing in the other's scent, but Gilbert was now pressing kisses to her sweaty skin, tasting the salt of her sweat on his lips. And then he was nibbling at the soft skin, satisfied with the low whimpers escaping her. She was going to be his, and he'd be damned if he let her escape him now.

He was struggling to keep himself from claiming her, from sinking his teeth into the skin of her shoulder, piercing the smooth, soft expanse. He already knew where he would place his mark, too, his tongue lapping at the area, teeth nibbling in a desperate attempt to avoid fully biting down. But it was proving increasingly difficult, and soon, he was beginning to sink his canines into that soft skin. Elizaveta inhaled suddenly, sharply; nervous. But she pressed further into him, not pulling away or pushing him off of her. She wanted this.

And then the weapons room doors busted open and students streamed in, all of them pausing as Gilbert and Eliza flew apart, the Omega clamping her hand over her bleeding neck, in an effort to quell the flow. She wasn't fully marked, but partially, so now Gilbert's smell clung to her, but it would wear off as his mark healed.

What scared Gilbert most was the expression on his younger brother's face. He was going to be in for it when he got home, seeing as Ludwig had this class, and that boy was a total rule follower. Gilbert should wait to claim Eliza until after their parents had discussed the relationship between the two and come to an agreement.

When he glanced back to Elizaveta, her expression was a mixture of anger, embarrassment, and longing. Once she met his eyes, she growled warningly, though it was weak, and altogether rather pathetic. And then, she was up and gone, only her aroused scent, and the whisper of his own aroma clinging to her letting him know that she'd fled.

The end! Bad ending, I know, but I wasn't sure what else to do. I'll upload in another couple days or something. I don't know.

I should probably explain how my particular omega!verse will be working.

Alphas

These guys are, obviously, the head figures. They can be male or female, doesn't matter. Obviously they're supposed to take the position of breadwinner of the family, and they are dominant, possessive, controlling, and used to getting whatever the hell they want. This tends to be the case with all alphas, though there are a few exceptions. They are taught how to sword fight, and how to use other weapons, because in this world, you can only really use weapons to injure other alphas. Omegas are easier to dispatch, but guns are rather useless. I know, medieval, but I feel like having this be a medieval world for now. They are also taught the areas of business, finance, and communications with other alphas/packs. Fun stuffs! They also have a scent that is simply impossible for Omegas to resist for very long, and especially when sweaty, because the scent is increased tenfold in its power. It's their job to resist marking Omegas, and to avoid Omegas-in-heat.

Alpha's Claims

When Alphas claim their mate, they tend to bite their shoulder, leaving a mark, and the permanent presence of their scent on the Omega's skin. There are different levels of biting, the first one is just a claiming thing. "This Omega is mine" and whatnot. There's a second bite that can be applied that will repel all other Alpha's away from that Omega. This is generally only used with an omega that is particularly flirty. The third one causes the Omega to be completely and utterly submissive to their Alpha, and it essentially takes the Omega's personality away. It's a cruel thing, to bite an Omega on the same bite mark for the third time.

Betas

These guys are the inbetweeners. They don't really have a special scent that is addicting to Alphas or Omegas. They can mate with either Alphas or Omegas, and they can certainly have children with them. They aren't as successful as Alphas, but they certainly have more rights than Omegas, and they generally have Betas when they have children, though an Omega or Alpha will occasionally come from a Beta/Alpha or Beta/Omega coupling, even from a Beta/Beta coupling every now and then, though this largely depends on whether or not there was an Alpha or Omega further back in one of the pairs family tree. Also, two male betas cannot have a child, nor can two female betas. Beta pairings can only have children if it is a male/female relationship. The same thing works for Beta/Omega and Beta/Alpha.

Omegas

They are, rather obviously, the bottom of the heap. They have the least amount of rights, and the least amount of expectations. They are taught to be demure, subservient, submissive, and to do whatever their Alphas ask of them. One of their greatest stresses is trying to have an Alpha as their first child. That's very important, because it shows of a strong bloodline. They can name their Omega children, but not their Alpha ones, and they are meant to be the homebodies. When their heats kick in, they build a nest in their rooms and are locked away from the world for the week it takes the heat to pass. If an Omega has a mate at this time, the mate spends all of that time with their Omega, mating them and taking care of their every need. If they don't have a mate, they have to find other ways of pleasuring and taking care of themselves. Generally, the Omega has their family to watch them, but if they don't have a mate by the time they're old enough to leave the house, they have to handle themselves all on their own. It's very rare for that to happen. No colleges are out there for Omegas. Only cooking and beauty schools, things that are not meant for a serious career. But Omegas do have the ability to call an Alpha to court if the Alpha attacked them while they were in heat, or if the Alpha touched them when the Omega rather obviously didn't want it. They can call it to court, but it's very rare when they win the case. Alphas have too much of an affect on the court system, being able to buy out some lawyers and judges if they so please.

Government

So, obviously, the government is controlled by Alphas, and a couple of Betas. Betas are mellower than Alphas, so its good to have at least a couple in each branch of the government. It's run similar to the fashion of the American Government, with three branches; The Executive, which has the President, or Head Alpha in this case, as its lead; The Judicial Branch, holds the Supreme Court. Commonly ruled by Betas because they are less likely to let anger and opinion rule their heads, this particularly branch dispenses justice and contains all of the courts in their country, from the lowest to the highest; The Legislative Branch has representatives from all of the bigger packs in the area for The Senate, and the smaller packs will tend to band together and select a representative amongst the five or six of them to take part in The Senate. The House of Representatives is the joining of all of the packs in one particular area to choose someone to go and represent them in that particular section of the Legislative Branch. The House of Representatives relies on pack numbers in a given area. Obviously this side of the government has high blood temperatures, as there is always the risk of the Alpha being more partial to his own pack than the others he is chosen for. But his or her selection is generally put up for a vote, and that is how they are chosen.

Omegas honestly have no say in the government. They are forbidden from learning how to fight or use weapons, and are barely given an education. The classes they are pulled out for contain embroidery, sewing, cooking, and other crafts useful to only those who would be working in a house for the rest of their lives. They are supposed to wear clothes that cover their legs completely, and have properly fitting shirts. They are a whole bunch of more rules that I don't feel like going into now and will be revealed at a later date.

Until then, darling readers! If you have any questions about the dynamics, please ask them. I'm sure they'd help clear up other questions that other people would have, and they may help me organize this whole thing more.