Hello lovelies!

First, I would like to apologize for not updating this last week. I just could not write this chapter for some reason. it didn't feel quite right. This one is so much of a better version than the original draft, and even with that it isn't that good. So, I apologize in advance and vow to try harder with the next one.

Second, when I rewrote it, I was half asleep, so if there are any logic errors please let me know. I am way too tired to fully edit this now.

Third, thank you for your comments. All of them were very helpful, and they made me smile. So two bonuses guys! And thank you for reading my rant. xD I just had to get it off my chest, ya know?

BlackWitchesCat- I am immensely happy that you picked up on this, actually, as that was my goal. Eliza would be too perfect otherwise, you know? So I decided to make her so interested in Omega Rights that she kind of goes completely haywire with it. She reads as more of a selfish person to me, I don't know why exactly. She's prideful and is not going to be willing to make sacrifices, but as she will discover in this chapter, they're kind of necessary in order for a relationship to work. Thank you for your input, and thank you very much for bringing it up. I also loved your response to my rant. :3

Guest- The heat is essentially this period where an Omega is completely incapacitated. The smell of an Alpha is intoxicating, and they will be powerless to stop an Alpha who wants them. When in heat, they throw off these pheromones that just kind of read, for lack of a better term, fuck me and so any Alpha passing by tends to do exactly that. The Omega is powerless to stop this as they are kind of ruled by their instincts at that point and are completely not themselves. It is also when an Omega is most fertile, so yeah. Their heat can be a wonderful experience with a mate or partner but sucks alone.

Shoutouts to the Following People for Reviewing: PastaLovingIdjit, sovaleika, Guest, ScarletPrussia, vellymymare. Thank you all for responding, and I loved each and every one of your responses to my rant. xD I'm so glad that you all enjoyed it!

And check out my The Presidents series if you have the time! I'm kind of super excited about it, so.. Yah.

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This is Halloween

"Arguments are to be avoided, they are always vulgar and often convincing."

―Oscar Wilde

Eliza was finally pulled from the fog of heat mid-afternoon October 31st. Gilbert was sleeping on top of her, a completely dominant and completely Alpha move. His hips were bordered on either side by her legs, his cheek stuck on the pillow next to her and just over her right shoulder, face turned towards her. White hair tickled at her cheek and she took a moment to breathe in the musky smell of him, a mixture of sweat, sex, and delicious Alpha pheromones.

When Eliza tried to slide out from under him, however, a soft rumble vibrated from his chest and he pressed his nose to his mark on her neck, smirking as she gasped. She was still as sensitive to his touch as she was during the heat, and so her mark was doubly so.

"Where would you be going, engel?" he purred against the conjunction of her shoulder and throat, his teeth nipping lightly at the skin around her mark, bringing it to more prominence.

"To get some lunch," she murmured, though her tone was a whisper of its normal nature.

Her arms curled around his lean body, feeling the muscles flex and bend beneath her arms as he kissed her skin. Maybe lunch could wait…

A couple of hours later, and a good deal more content and at ease, Eliza led Gilbert down the stairs. She'd tossed him some pants and shirts that had been left by her elder Alpha brothers, and had quickly donned sweatpants and a black tank top for herself. Her hair was left down, she knew that she smelled horrible and it was probably gross and greasy, but she was too lazy to do anything about it.

Perhaps because of the fact that she was so thoroughly covered with her Alpha's scent, or perhaps because of the fact that she'd just had another round of pretty wonderful sex, Eliza was a lot calmer and more affectionate than normal around Gilbert.

Either way, when they were working on pancakes in the kitchen, Eliza was always very eager to be wrapped up in Gilbert's arms, often sidling over to him after checking their breakfast and sliding her arms up his chest and around his shoulders before tugging herself against him. She didn't know why she was being so clingy, but to Gil's credit, he didn't make a single complaint.

They sat down for a late lunch of pancakes, syrup placed in the middle of the table by Gilbert's steady hand.

Eliza was embarrassed with how vulnerable she felt away from her Alpha, but she didn't fight against her nature for once. It wasn't as if Gilbert was going to harm her, or turn her away. And it was a completely natural reaction. So she inched her chair closer to him until she could feel his body heat radiating onto her. It was just the after effects of her heat, and she would endure them for a day or so more before everything went away and her body began to gear up for the next one.

They both finished their pancakes in record time, each having been starving, before returning to the upstairs. One of Gilbert's arms rested around Eliza's waist, and the Omega took comfort in the secure heaviness of the appendage.

Eliza took the first shower, having seen Gilbert's eyes darkening as he remembered the situation he was currently in with his family. She opted to give him some time to himself after days of being completely out of it.

While Eliza showered, Gilbert was perched on her bed, the nest still standing. It was a sturdy one, and supremely well made for an Omega who was only a Junior in high school. He could see the outfit he'd worn to the dance interwoven in one of the sides, and a small smile quirked his lips. It was where Eliza had slept throughout her heat, too, in case Gilbert needed to go get them sustenance and had to leave her. Omegas were always extremely helpless during their heats, and if they had an Alpha their first and main goal was to surround themselves and smother themselves with that Alpha's scent. It made them feel safer, especially if their Alpha was not there for the heat.

He'd been reluctant to let Eliza go long enough to allow her to make the nest. Somehow, he'd managed it, and she'd impressed him.

Gil shook his head, knowing that he was just evading the main issue at hand with his complete focus on Eliza.

He was no longer considered a member of the Beilschmidt family. What was he going to do? Pain was a solid ache in his heart, tugging and pulling and nagging and clogging his throat, swallowing his heart and chewing it in its dull teeth.

He could remember his father's eyes as they fought, how confused and frustrated the other Alpha had been. And with a childhood such as his, could Gilbert blame him? He knew what Eliza had said, but at the same time she didn't understand his family. She didn't grow up with his father. She didn't know how his family worked,their quirks and qualities and problems and shared memories. She couldn't really be looked to for help on a matter that she didn't know a lot about.

His mother appeared in his mind's eye at that point, her soft, pale face gentle with a tender smile. Her blue eyes were filled with complete adoration as she watched Gilbert do a pretty impressive sequence with his wooden sword. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a bun, a few stray strands falling to frame her heart-shaped face. She was proud of her Alpha son.

Gilbert could remember Ludwig too, when they were little how the little tyke would always get insanely upset when Gil got to do something that he physically was not capable of. Such as climbing a tree, or throwing a baseball, or kicking a football. Eventually Ludwig had gotten over that whiney phase, and he pushed himself to meet his brother blow-for-blow, even if he couldn't quite achieve fighting to his brother's prowess. He was one of the few lucky ones to have been able to give Gilbert a black eye, and that was only because his Prussian sibling was too busy laughing at Feliciano to see Ludwig's fist flying at him.

Gilbert's fist raised to his eyes and he scrubbed furiously at them. He had to talk to his parents, regardless of whether or not Alfher wanted it. He couldn't leave things the way he had. Yes, his father had stepped out of line with how he had spoken of Gilbert's mate. But that didn't meant that he wanted to leave his family behind either.

When Eliza came out of the shower, a wave of steam washing out fo the door after her, Gilbert told the Omega of his plan.

"I'm going to go talk to my father today," he said, watching her with his red eyes, a sort of relief in them. It was nice to finally get such a tough decision figured out.

Eliza's face flicked between emotions like fingers through a photo album. Confused, displeased, confused, forced happiness, resignation.

"Are you sure that is so wise, Gilbert?" she asked him carefully, aware that she now only had a towel covering her body, with one wrapped around her hair. She wanted to change into something nicer for that day, considering they had to hand out Halloween candy to the trick-or-treaters of the street.

"Why wouldn't it be?" asked Gilbert carefully, discomforted with how Eliza was taking his news. What was so wrong about talking to his family? Was he forbidden to? The worst that would happen was that his father would refuse to see him, which would just leave him where he was now.

"Well, I mean, your family isn't the most accommodating for my beliefs, and I don't think that your father will want to see you. I don't want you to get hurt," her voice was pleading, though there was a note of accusation and almost dismissal when she mentioned the Beilschmidt's.

Gilbert caught onto this, observant as he was, and his eyes narrowed. "What would you know about my family to form such assumptions?" he murmured dangerously, standing from where he'd been sitting on the bed. They were his family to insult, and although they were technically Eliza's now too, she didn't care for them a quarter as much as he did. He refused to hear her badmouthing them.

"What I mean to say is that," she began to backtrack, "your family lives in a different age. What your brother and father did was not right, Gilbert, not at all. Things are changing, and what if your family tries to drag you down with them?"

A rather harsh growl came from Gil and the Omega reflexively took a step away from the volatile Alpha in front of her.

"Drag me down with them?" said Gilbert, his voice a throaty mix of disappointment and a sad form of acceptance. "Eliza, what do you know of my family? You don't know my father, or my mother, or Ludwig. You don't even know Feliciano that well. I love Alfher, and Amelina, and West. My father was the one who made me who I am today, my mother was the one who patched me up when things went awry. Yes, my family is traditional, but that does not mean they deserve any less respect than you do."

"You growled at me," said Eliza, suddenly defensive and accusatory. She wasn't pleased with where Gilbert was going with this, as he didn't seem all too intent on continuing to hold his stance of defense for her. "Was that something your father taught you too? To put down Omegas by growling at them?" she forced herself to take a not-so threatening step forward, one hand moving up to hold her towel in place, lest it fall in the tensed silence.

Gilbert's eyes flashed a dangerous cochineal before he was pressing Eliza up against a wall, one hand moving to cage her hands in a firm grip above her and the other working on loosening the towel that she had tied so carefully across her chest. His body was pressed firmly against hers to avoid any attempt at escape. "No, Eliza, in fact that is not something mein Vater taught me," he said, "that is instinct. And you know what I'm beginning to notice about you, Miss Omega's Rights?" he hissed. "You have no respect for Alphas. And you simply cannot acknowledge instincts." As if to prove his point, he growled once more, watching as she flinched slightly back, though her eyes were a confusing mix of lust and fear.

"Alphas demand respect. That's a natural fact of life. Omegas want respect, Betas want respect, but Alphas demand it. You know what else Alphas are? Possessive, headstrong, conceited, arrogant, a little rude. And we are at the top of the food chain. Why is it that Alphas can mark Omegas but not vice versa? Because Alphas are stronger, and can do more to protect an Omega marked by them than Omegas can protect Alphas." He bent his head to carve his teeth along her mark, a feral need to remind her who she belonged to influencing his actions.

To his delight, Eliza bowed her head submissively and arched her neck slightly towards him. He knew that he had sufficiently cowed her, but he wanted to make sure that she remembered what he'd told her, at least about his family.

"So do me a favor, Engel. Do not talk about my family like that ever again, because they are yours too." He let her go and disappeared quickly into the restroom, leaving Eliza room to think things through now.

The squeak of the shower and the subsequent drumming of droplets on porcelain wound throughout the charged room.

Eliza didn't know what to say to Gilbert's words. Perhaps surprised that he'd so securely stood up for himself, perhaps surprised by how blatantly commanding he had been.

And she felt ashamed, because he was right. She had gotten so wrapped up in her work on getting him to accept that she was an Omega and deserved her own rights that she'd taken advantage of him at his most vulnerable. She sunk into the place that Gilbert had just vacated in her nest, turning so that her face was pressed into his clothing, where she had so expertly woven it into the grander scheme of it all. It still smelled fabulously of him, and she allowed that scent to calm her and help her collect her thoughts.

Gilbert was right, and she was going to have to muster enough of her pride to sacrifice it and apologize. She had been rude in insulting his parents, and had been even worse in assuming that she knew what was best for him when it came to them. It was Gilbert's decision on whether he wanted to speak to them, and the reasons she was advising him not to were completely selfish. If he chose to speak with Alfher, she would support him. Though she did intend to have a word with Ludwig, because what the boy had done was not right, and she had to make sure that he understood his error, lest he fall into a similar situation. She knew that it would kill Gilbert to see his brother in the hospital again.

So she waited patiently for her mate to finish with his shower, and when he exited the tiled room with a towel wrapped about his waist, hanging low on his hips, and another one being worked by his fingers through his hair, Eliza had a bit of a hard time remembering what exactly she had planned on talking about with him.

Because damn, she would never get over just how fucking attractive the boy was without a shirt on.

Gilbert saw where her gaze was falling and he had to force himself to keep from smirking. She was so easy to tempt. Turning his back to her, he felt her eyes beginning to sear a trail down the muscles that moved as he returned to the restroom to drop off the towel he'd been using to dry his hair and fetch the clothes he'd left there. He changed quickly into the pale red crew-neck t-shirt and khaki shorts and then returned to Eliza's room, waiting expectantly for her to speak her piece, because he knew that she had one. This was Eliza, and she was opinionated beyond belief. One of the many things that he loved about her.

Eliza finally managed to regroup herself, her still slightly heat-induced hormones calming down at the more-dressed state of her mate. "Right," she said, clearing her throat and casting her eyes awkwardly about her room. "I'm sorry for what I said, Gilbert. I was stepping out of line." Her eyes shifted back to his, meeting in a clash of green and red as she finished her sentence. "I love you, and I'm so selfish with you, and I don't want to make any sacrifices of my own, and I am sorry."

Gilbert grinned and moved towards her, wrapping his arms about her to express his forgiveness. She was still clad in only her towel, though the head one had been lost to the floor a little while earlier. She was surprised that there were still towels to be used for showering, and that they hadn't been wound into her nest.

"It's alright, Engel." He said, dropping a gentle kiss to her lips before pulling away. "Now what say you to giving out some candy?" He grinned childishly, probably about as mature as the trick-or-treaters were when it came to Halloween.

Eliza laughed and shooed Gilbert out of the room so that she could change. The Alpha complained about not being allowed to see his mate change even though he'd seen her naked for the majority of the past week. Eliza just responded with the fact that if she let him watch her change, they were doubtless not going to be able to leave the bedroom for another couple of days.

Gilbert was reluctant to admit to this truth, and so he waited in the kitchen, picking at some of the candy that Eliza had arranged in a big plastic bowl with decorative white skulls dancing along its black circumference.

His mate made her appearance down the stairs in a pretty green strapless dress that started out tight in the bodice before flaring out at her knees in silky waves. A white band was wrapped about her waist and ended in a bow tied behind her. Her hair was dried, the ever familiar pink flowers near her ear and an adoring smile on her lips at the sight of Gilbert, who was standing guiltily with an unwrapped 'Fun-Size Three Musketeers' in one hand. One perfect eyebrow arched in disapproval before she swept the bowl from his arms and marched it to the front door where she placed it on a table just nearby it.

"Shame on your, Gilbert," she turned on him, wagging a disapproving finger.

Gil shrugged and reached his arms about her to run his fingers along the smooth leanness of her waist. "That's hardly the worst crime that could happen tonight," he told her, his face moving closer to hers.

"Mm? " she flirted, not backing away but rather letting her Alpha control the scenario. "And what would the worst one be?"

"Not kissing the most beautiful girl in the room, obviously," said Gil before doing just that.

As they kissed, his hands moved up to wind his fingers into her hair, holding her head in place so that he could deepen their kiss into something slower and overall more sensual. She responded with her own fingers dancing up to his shoulders and her body pulling itself against his.

They were interrupted by the harsh, cold ringing of the doorbell.

Gilbert pulled away from his beautiful mate and grinned impishly at her. "You're up!" he chirped before skipping off into the kitchen and leaving Eliza to the awkward job of having to make herself look presentable for the innocent children on the other side of the door. Stupid Alpha with his stupid corny attempts at seduction.

Halloween that year was wonderful, a mix of chocolatey kisses, playful slaps, and chasing a guilty Gilbert around with one of the creepy dead zombie hands that her mother had been kind enough to put out for decoration.

She never would have thought that Gilbert would have such an extreme fear of the living dead, and she was rather cruel with how she used this to her advantage.

And then as the hours drew later, and the clock struck twelve, Gilbert stopped their joking. Trick-or-treaters had stopped coming a good hour before. He took Eliza's hands in his and carefully folded their fingers together. Gentle music chimed through the house, assumingly put on by Gil as he gazed lovingly down at his blushing Omega.

They began to dance, though it was nothing fancy or impressive. Eliza gravitated closer to her mate, her Alpha, leaning her head on his right shoulder and closing her eyes in a sigh of content. She could lean on him and trust him to hold her, just as she hoped he knew that she would never let him fall either.

They were just swaying by the end of the song, and Eliza soon found that she was almost asleep on her feet. Gilbert scooped her into his arms, pressing a kiss to her forehead as she instinctively curled into her Alpha, and took her upstairs.

He deposited her gently on the bed before carefully extracting a blanket from the nest and covering her and himself with it. They weren't going ot need a lot in the way of warmth, Eliza's room always got too hot.

Eliza slid out of her dress while in the bed, removed her flowers, and curled next to Gilbert's Teutonic Knights costume as the boy removed his own clothing and crawled in next to his mate in just his boxer shorts.

They fell asleep that night with Eliza nearly on top of her Alpha, her right arm flung over his chest and her left tucked beneath her. Her left cheek was pressed into one pectoral and a good part of her torso was covering Gilbert's. She was soothed into dreams by the rhythmic tugging of Gilbert's fingers through her hair.

The end! I hope you all enjoy this chapter. If you see any character flaws, or logic problems, please let me know and I will go back in and edit it.

Another Rant Time Yay

Since my other rant was such a big hit, we're going to start putting rants at the bottom of these chapters. They will not all be Hetalia based, but hopefully they're all relatable.

Today's rant topic: Rude Seniors [High School]

Okay! So you know what? I'm so done with some of the rude seniors at my school! Like, look, you've been through the same shit we're going through now. No need to treat us like we're a cockroach that was fortunate enough to crawl near your shoe. No need to roll your eyes all haughtily, or to glare at the freshmen who are brave, and perhaps naïve, enough to wander into your little section of the hallway. Because Jesus Fucking Christ, we're all in the same fucking school. Sure, if a freshman doesn't show you the respect you deserve, than hate them. But there is absolutely no need to start beating up on little freshmen who have not even looked at you! That is taking it too far and it is clearly that you have an issue with dominance. Get your shit together and figure out that we are not even a fucking threat to you. We are lowly fish and you should really just ignore us, not make it your mission to laugh at any stupid mistakes we make.

Not a very long one, but if you can relate, do respond. xD

Have a lovely day!