Disclaimer: The Hetalia characters and their personifications belong to Hidekaz Himaruya. 日丸屋 秀和

What Not to do if You are a Knight by Gilbert Beilschmidt:

26.) Do not hold damsels against their will and make them cry.

27.) Even if they do need to suck it up... drama queens.

Get Cozy

The four old friends had a stare-off in the dark, rustic chamber. Suddenly, the silence was interrupted by a shout from the doorway.

"KITTY!"

Elizaveta tore away from Gilbert and attempted to run to her little mistress; however, an arm caught and restrained her mid-stride.

She turned to see Francis holding on to her like she was a common prisoner. Instead of struggling, she elicited a look of bitter disgust towards him.

"Let go of her, ya' French creepazoid, or I'll... I'll... I'll use this!" The whir of a metal blade slicing through the air sounded out cleanly. Lovina stood awkwardly clutching a large sword (which, quite frankly, was a challenge for her to even lift).

"NO WAY!" Gilbert exclaimed. "Oh-ho, you little shit!" He stormed over to the young Italian. "Where did you get that?!" he demanded. "That's Fritz's sword!"

"Up your ass, that's where! Now back off! I'll cut you!" the feisty girl spat.

"Is she always this obnoxious?" Francis whispered.

"She's just getting warmed up," Elizaveta answered.

Two arms suddenly clamped around Lovina from behind and the sword was ripped from her hands by the white-haired knight. Then, the albino creep kissed it! Um... ew! "Let me go you bastards!" She began to kick.

"Just let me go to her," Elizaveta implored. Francis looked at Gilbert, who shrugged and nodded.

Elizaveta quickly ran over and hugged Lovina once she was pulled from Antonio's grip. "Sshhh, it's okay, it's okay. I promise everything is going to be fine."

"Oh, Kitty!"

Gilbert looked around the room and raised his hands exasperatedly. "Why do you keep saying that? Who the hell is 'Kitty'?"

Neither of the girls said anything at first, but, after a moment, the auburn-haired servant stepped forward.

"I am, Sir," she said quietly. She peered up into the red-eyed man's face, begging him silently to just go with it. She did not want Lovina to suspect in any way that she knew these guys.

He only stared down with unmasked surprise at her. She doesn't even go by Elizaveta anymore? ...And did she just say 'Sir'?

After a brief moment of contemplating whether or not he liked the sound of that coming from Elizaveta's mouth, he quickly decided that, in this context, he hated it.

This was not Elizaveta.

It was at that moment that Gilbert realized a very serious problem. A problem which could surely only be solved by the most awesome of knights... a.k.a. him (obviously). Yes, he would fix her so she was back to the old Liz, and this so-called 'Kitty' was dead and buried by the time he was done with her.

He was certain everything would work out in the end... even if that meant that he would never hear that rare, submissive (and admittedly kind of arousing) 'Sir' ever again.

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The rain shower had progressed to a storm and lightning flashed violently outside. All heads turned to look out the window as the wind picked up.