Sorry for the long wait! I had busy Summer things to do, one of which involved going to France. A beautiful country, if I do say so myself. Absolutely beautiful. I must say that Paris is overrated, though. I think that the smaller towns are the true spirit of France. They're so much more personable and welcoming, if that makes sense. You don't get glared at by cranky French people as much. Sorry, if you are French and I just insulted you! Y'all are actually very nice. Just not most of the Paris people. They are judgmental little things.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Hetalia franchise. So I own nothing but my own writing here. And some of my ideas for this AU.

Kyubi4Hokage- I completely understand what you're saying. This Alternate Universe is very touchy. But I think it's really fascinating, because at one point or another, this was how our own world was. Back in the 1500-1600s more specifically. I think it's interesting to explore how society changes over time in these kinds of environments, and how not every individual was the cookie cutter mold that they were supposed to be. I don't know, but I'm really glad that you find this interesting, and I greatly appreciate your reviews.

I love all of your reviews, actually, so keep them coming! In response to an Anonymous guest, yes, I will probably write an UKUS spinoff of this story. But I need to finish this one first. xD

A Perfectly Perfect Plan

"The world as we have created it is a process of our thinking. It cannot be changed without changing our thinking."

―Albert Einstein

The day itself was an awkward affair. Of his friend group, Gilbert was the only one who didn't have an Omega that was with him to court. So, naturally, he was forced to sit uncomfortably at the table he and his friends shared as said friends amused, flirted, and kissed their chosen Omegas. Well, to be fair, Antonio and Romano were the only ones doing the kissing, but still. It was awkward and miserable, and Gilbert did eventually leave halfway through lunch. He had details to work out pertaining to Elizaveta and how in the world he was going to get her to accept him as her mate.

It only took a few minutes of agonization over what to do to have Gilbert quickly dispelling any forming ideas.

"It's whatever," he murmured to himself from where he was making practice swings with his sword in the weapons room. It was always a nice thing to do to get him to focus. "Who could possibly turn down the awesome me, with my awesome skills, and my awesome personality?"

When Ludwig's class began to swarm into the room, Gilbert put his sword up and went off to class, twisting his body this way and that to avoid the mingling bodies of the Alphas in the hallway. Omega classes were in another hall.

The layout of Gilbert's school was pretty simple. There were three separate halls, all branching off from the main body of the school, which held the cafeteria and administrative offices. When walking through the front doors, the first hall on the left belonged to the kids going from grades 1-5. They weren't quite separated out in nature groups just yet, as they were too young for anything serious to happen, and some basics needed to be taught to everyone. A playground was attached to the very end of their wing, and it was a complex affair. That was where the segregation between Alphas and Omegas would first start to show itself. The Omegas were generally made, by teachers, to rest on the sidelines so as not to injure themselves. They would giggle and talk and play paddy-cake and other menial hand games, but not wrestle and play ball. The Alphas, on the other hand, were allowed to romp around however much they pleased, breaking limbs or straining muscles. The playground equipment was mainly dominated by Alphas, and Omegas only ever clambered up if they were brave, and if no Alphas were present on it. Alphas could be quite violent before they learned to control their temper around their weaker counterparts.

As you kept walking down the main hall, you were greeted with the middle hall, the one containing the Omegas. This hall was close to the younger kids's classes in order to give the Omegas opportunity to learn how to mother and care for younger children.

And finally, after the Omega hall, you had the Alpha wing. This wing was large, a lot bigger than both of the other two. It was more of a building than a hall. The regular classrooms dotted one side of the passageway, and on the other were doors to gyms, weapons rooms, tech rooms, and meeting rooms for mock trials. The Alphas always got the best, and most modern equipment on the market, including fresh textbooks every two or three years.

Society had always been this set apart, dating all the way back to the ancient peoples. But small groups of both Omegas and Alphas were springing up, furious with the way things were and trying to fight back. Not all Alphas were brawny and loud, far from it. Some were quiet, and reserved, not wanting to draw attention to themselves and preferring, instead to just read a book somewhere in a corner. There were Omegas out there who could fight with the best of them, Omegas with the build of Alfred who were unhappy with constantly being hampered by society's traditions and rules. These focus groups were generally paid very little mind.

The week passed without interruption. Gilbert got himself landed in detention, Francis made further headway in getting Matthew to allow him to court him—an interesting thing to all who knew Francis, as this was an Alpha who no one ever thought would tie himself down. Francis could only hope that Alfred never told Matthew his past—and Antonio was getting closer and closer to getting Romano to accept him. The Italian had always liked the Spaniard, it wasn't exactly a secret, and so Antonio didn't entirely have to do a lot to win his way permanently into the boy's heart.

When Gilbert got home that Friday afternoon, his father greeted him with the most unfortunate of news, in Gilbert's opinion anyway.

"Something excellent has happened, Gilbert!" said Alfher, his steel eyes shining under the lights in the ceiling. A growing dread was creeping through Gilbert's veins as he waited patiently for the man to continue. "Feliciano has gone into heat! You will not be seeing your brother for some time, my son." The pride was practically leaking out of Alfher's pores. It made Gilbert want to break something. After a rather miserable week, this was just the cherry on top; the nasty, overripe, worm-riddled cherry on top.

"Great," he drawled, his voice caustically sweet. "Now we can add an idiot like Feliciano into our family and just watch as the world collapses around us." His red eyes were furious, and before his father could respond, he was storming upstairs and into his room, slamming the door behind him.

And for once, the painted squares of black and white that were meshed together as fragments all over his walls did nothing to make him smile. The swords, sitting like a coat of arms over the head of his bed changed nothing about his mood. Not even the plush black carpet, enveloping his toes in its cushy embrace, did anything. His room, as cool, sleek, modern, and black and white as it was, was doing nothing to make him feel suave and awesome, and like himself. He wanted to be close to Eliza, the effects, he could only assume, of the half-claim that was no doubt still marking her. He didn't want to call Feliciano brother. He didn't want anything to change.

And so, in a fit of teenage drama, he threw himself on his bed, which was pushed up against the right wall of his room, laying sprawled across the cross of the Teutonic Knights that was on his comforter. Groaning, he moved his hands to scrub down his face. The only entertainment left to him right now was either A) Working out something for Eliza, or B) Reading. His phone had been taken away a day or so after the start of his punishment. As reading was such an unattractive option to Gilbert, he chose to make something for Eliza. More of a plan, than anything else. Nothing material. He figured that, the day she came back to school, which would be Monday, he'd be there to greet her and guide her through the doors. And from then on, he'd walk her to class, even if that meant going into the Omega hall, and he'd be sure to get her lunch for her at lunch. He'd compliment her, and be a gentleman the entire day.

As much as Gilbert would hate to admit it, he was jealous that his brother was getting to mate with an Omega. Gilbert had done it before, yes, but never during heat; never to form a bond. Those Omegas who did sell themselves like that were generally sought after by Alphas who didn't have someone to impress. It was just the way things worked. They were the soon to be trash on the streets, as few, if any Alphas would want an Omega that had been with several people as a mate. And Gilbert was going to miss his brother, even if the boy had gotten him in an immense amount of trouble.

On Monday morning, Gilbert was waiting for Elizaveta to make her appearance. He generally got to school early, only because he had nothing better to do in the mornings, and he was so blasted full of energy that he had to find some way to be active. And when you're early to school, you tend to get to witness a lot of drama. Or not a lot, as some days may hold. Today was a relatively mellow one.

The first few to roll in after Gilbert were the Beta-Alpha couple of Hercules and Kiku. Hercules was a rather slow guy, quiet and tired seemingly all the time. He was the Beta in the pairing, surprisingly enough, as he was a fair bit larger than Kiku. Kiku was an odd Alpha. He was shy and close-mouthed, and he didn't speak a lot. After those two came Yao, a Chinese Alpha who was a self-proclaimed Asexual. That was a fairly odd day, when he announced that to the student populace, but everyone soon got over it. Accompanying him was the intimidating Ivan, a Russian Beta who terrified the wits out of everybody but Yao. The two of them were pioneers of Equal Rights Clubs in the school. Then, fanning in after, were Antonio and Romano, who were enthusiastically arguing in a mixture of Spanish and Italian; Francis, who seemed to be trying desperately to talk to a rigid and obviously very pissed off Matthew; a grinning Alfred and an amused Arthur; and Lukas and Mathias, the Danish and Norwegian couple. They didn't look too happy with one another, a dark look clouding Lukas's face, and a smile missing from the generally laughing Mathias. Gilbert was slightly concerned that their little spat was a bad omen for his day.

Before Gilbert could dwell on any of the couple problems fanning out in the school, Elizaveta appeared. She stepped out of her Father's black Escalade with grace, her electric blue parachute pants drawing eyes from all over the front of the school. She wore a white tank top with it, tucked in, and some white gym shoes. Her hair was pulled back into a messy bun, stray strands falling down to frame her face. Compared to Gilbert's simple Metallica t-shirt and dark wash jeans, she was a Goddess. And he certainly would agree with that summary, as he stood there gawking. He almost forgot to step forward and help her into the school.

When Elizaveta saw Gilbert, a furious blush came to her face. Gilbert had to admit, it was rather impressive. And there was only one reason why she'd be embarrassed to see him now, and not indignant as she'd been before her heat. She must have been dreaming of him. The Omega fidgeted nervously with the strap to her satchel bag, her eyes flicking about to see if she could hitch alongside someone she knew, but they were about the only two students out there at the moment.

"Guten Morgen," said Gilbert cheerfully, grinning cockily over at the beautiful Hungarian. Elizaveta tried, and failed, to form a scowl in his direction. She was much too attracted to him, it was fairly obvious. Clearly her heat had changed her point of view a wee bit. "I figured I'd walk you to class today."

"Did you now?" she said, finally, a patronizing, sharp edge to her voice. "I know my way around the school, trust me, that won't be necessary," she said, starting forward in an attempt to slide around him. As attracted to him as she was, she was stubborn enough to keep herself from giving in to that devilish smirk of his.

Gilbert's feet moved seemingly of their own accord as he reached out to wrap them around her waist pull her slowly in front of him. "Ah, I don't think you'll be going anywhere without me today, Engel," he said, his accent slipping into the last word. Elizaveta's nose wrinkled.

"Did you just call me Angel?" she asked him, one eyebrow rising. For someone who had been so willing to get away from him not two seconds ago, she seemed to have settled herself in his arms fairly easily. "Come on, you couldn't get more original?" And with that, she pinched his hands, gliding past as he yelped in pain and yanked his arms out from around her.

Her laugh peeled down the hallway to dance mirthfully in his ears. He watched her go, scrubbing at the red circles resting on the backs of his hands. She was going to be difficult, and he clearly was going to have to do more than just offer himself. As he shrugged and went to class, he completely missed Elizaveta meeting up with the Austrian Beta from yesterday, Roderich. Nor did he notice the soft smile she sent the awkward boy's way.

And when, at lunch, Gilbert searched for the Omega that he was courting, he found that she was spending her time laughing and giggling and smiling at this same Austrian boy. This Beta who'd swooped out of nowhere to start working on claiming the heart of Elizaveta.

Gilbert could feel anger starting to ride over his emotions. Antonio and Romano were the only other ones at the table, and they were thoroughly engrossed in one another. It seems that whatever they'd been arguing about earlier had been resolved. Francis was off trying to explain himself to Matthew, who was having none of it. And so, Gilbert had no one to distract him from what was going on just across the cafeteria. So, naturally, when the lunch was over and Elizaveta stood to get to her next class, Gilbert was there, dragging her off somewhere in the school where they wouldn't be found out. Once they'd gotten there, and with a good deal of complaining and fighting on Elizaveta's part, he wheeled her around and caged her against the wall, extremely frustrated with her.

"Do your parents know about that one too?" he snarled out, his eyes flickering with fire. He wanted to know what was going on, what game she was playing. Why she was using Roderich, of all people, to make him jealous. "Do not turn this into a story about the heroine having two boys fight over her. I can't handle that. I won't put up with it. Goddammit, Eliza," he was losing it now. Eliza stood there, between his arms, half frightened, and half intrigued. His face was sweeping through a range of emotions, expressive in his vulnerability.

"Gilbert, that's nonsense," she finally spoke up, shaking her head. But his low growl had her regretting that word choice. "I don't like Roderich, not that way, for goodness's sake. And what does it matter to you anyway?" when she noticed that some of her words were having an effect, she dared to reach out and touch his jaw, brushing along the curve of his cheek until she reached his lips. "Gil, you can't read an Omega, can you?" she murmured absentmindedly, her eyes gazing with a glazed fascination at his features and his ruby eyes.

"You wonder why I don't want to accept you as my mate," she continued, shushing him as he tried to interrupt. "Well, when you figure it out, I promise you that I'll change my mind." And with that, she ducked out from under his arms and sidled off to class, leaving a confused Alpha behind her.

That's all, folks. Sorry for the chapter, it's really just more of a filler one. I promise that I'll actually develop a plot in the next one, and it will have a lot of things going down. Be excited, everybody! This'll be good. The next chapter should, hopefully, be up in a few days. Don't count on it though.