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White Flag

White Flag - Avatar: The Last Airbender - Toph/Aang - White Flag by Dido

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I know you think that I shouldn't still love you. Or tell you that. But if I didn't say it, well, I'd still have felt it. Where's the sense in that? I promise I'm not trying to make your life harder.

She said it. Toph had finally admitted her feelings for Aang. She knew it was not a crush. Not like with Sokka. This just seemed to last and last. They went all over the world together. He gave her wings and allowed her to explore the world. He gave her the courage to leave her parents…

"Toph, why would you tell me that? How could you? I'm…" He started to say. But, he saw the look on her face. At his words, the air had been knocked from her lungs. "I… I only ask because you've never shown anything before. And you know… I'm with Katara…" He rubbed the back of his bald head.

Toph said nothing.

He sighed and placed a hand over hers. "Look, Toph. You are my friend and you always will be. But I am in love with Katara. You cannot just tell someone that. Especially someone who is in a loving relationship." He pulled out something and placed it in Toph's hands.

Her fingers moved around the length of silk, feeling the clasps and then the thing she was dreading. All in all, it was a beautifully carved betrothal necklace. Sugar Queen was going to love it. She would accept it and they would be married. And free to have a long, healthy life together full of children and love.

She was sickened. She was so stupid. How could she honestly think that Aang would want to be with her? She was, after all, blind. It didn't matter. She didn't need anyone or anything. She was fine alone. Toph handed him back the necklace and walked out of the room.

I caused nothing but trouble. I understand if you can't talk to me again.

Over the next couple of days, the news of the couple's engagement spread. Everyone seemed overjoyed. And Aang seemed to be avoiding Toph. No one was able to really talk to her. She said nothing and wouldn't comment on the matter. The only one who noticed anything was Sokka.

The swordsman came over and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "You are taking his news really hard, Toph. What's going on?"

Aside from Toph and Aang, he was the only one who knew. And she honestly couldn't keep it in anymore. She leaned against him and cried. He simply rubbed her back and held her until she could speak. He had always been such a great friend to her. Even after she lost the crush on him. He was like an older brother.

"I told him…" She finally managed to say. Sokka seemed surprised but made no comment on it. He knew it was best to let her talk. "The day he proposed to her. I told him. He asked me… he asked me how I could tell him? Why would I tell him? Like I was supposed to know that he was going to do that. He handed me the necklace… I can't do this anymore, Sokka. I'm leaving."

He just nodded and hugged her tightly. It was best for her to go. Being in love with someone who was getting married? That hurt. And he knew from experience.

That was the last any one heard from Toph for a year.

And when we meet, which I'm sure we will, all of those things will be there still. I'll let it pass and hold my tongue. And you will think that I've moved on.

The marriage of the Avatar was a big event. All the invitations had been sent out. The days were counted down and now the entire world was in an uproar. The day was finally here.

Toph had been missing from the world for a year. But she still received the invitation. It was read to her and she tore it apart. She knew the date and the time. After all, the Avatar's teacher should be there for that. The first person who saw her was the groom himself.

He acted surprised to see her. And she reflected it. She had learned a lot about lying. No one could be able to tell that she was dying inside. He pulled her into a hug and started to go on and on about what she missed from the year she was gone.

Eventually, she was led to a room. She assumed it was like a tea room, recently redecorated. This was, after all, an Air Temple. It was one of the only places big enough to have the wedding. He sat her down. "So, Toph…" he started, nervousness in his voice now. "How have you been? I missed you."

She could have laughed. She could have slapped him. She could have screamed at him. She could have buried him. Instead, she shrugged with a smile. "You know the same old, same old. Being a badass and dealing with my parents. Noble stuff is hell boring so I won't bother you with the details."

"Are we okay?"

The way he blurted it out shocked her. It had to come up at some point. Maybe he had been worried about her. Maybe he thought too much on it the past few years. Either way, she grinned. "Of course we are, Twinkletoes. Why wouldn't we be?" How easily it became to lie.

He laughed, still nervous. "Glad to hear it. I did miss you. But, if you'll excuse me, I have to go get things ready." As he left, he placed a hand on her shoulder. His way of saying he was sorry. And then he disappeared

"You know, you are pretty good at lying." Sokka pushed off the wall and sat on the arm of Toph's chair.

"Yeah. But he's really stupid to believe me. He wants to believe we are okay. He longs for it. He always has been about peace."

"So, how have you really been?"

"Miserable, Sokka. What else?" She leaned back in the chair, turning her face up to him. "He's getting married. And I'm still in love with him. And always will be."

I will go down with this ship. I won't put my hands down and surrender. There will be no white flag above my door. I'm in love and always will be.

#atla #Avatar: The Last Airbender #Taang #Songfic

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cleosshortstories · 7 years ago

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Commissions!

Hello there!

My name is Cleo and I am a writer. Or, at least, I’m trying to be.

I used to write a lot of fanfiction when I was younger. This led me to the passion for writing and to come up with all sorts of universes. I want to work on them as much as I can but a few mental illnesses have robbed me of the energy and drive to focus on them.

I am on the road to recovery and in that time, I would like to write more. Practice makes perfect and I need all the practice I can get. So I am offering to write fanfictions! Once written, they will be posted here and on Ao3 unless otherwise stated.

The minimum story will be 1000 words for 10US$ and an extra 5US$ for every 500 extra words. If I write more than 500 but do not reach 250, then just the 10US$ will be charged. Songfics would be 7US$, just name the setting, ship, and song! ♪

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A preview will be given at the halfway point and that is when the payment would be owed.

Just send me a message here or my email: [email protected]

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Where I Stood

Where I Stood - Avatar: The Last Airbender - Aang/Katara/Toph/Zuko - Where I Stood by Missy Higgins

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I don't know what I've done, or if I like what I've begun. But something told me to run and, honey, you know me. It's all or none.

It had only been a year since Sozin's Comet and the end of the hundred year war. The time had changed everyone and everything around her. Here she was, in the Fire Nation capital visiting the Fire Lord. The man who had once been just a banished prince. However, she was not alone. The entire group was here, simply reminiscing about old times. This time last year, she hated the Fire Nation with a blinding passion and she had never left her tribe. How time changed things… because now she was close to the Fire Lord and had seen the world.

At the end of the war, her home had been taken over by Sokka and made to be as great as their sister tribe in the North. With the help of Master Pakku and the other waterbenders, it was not long until one mirrored the other. Katara could not express how proud she was of her silly brother and the changes he made. When the time came, he would make a great leader.

She, on the other hand, felt a bit lost. It had been a year since she kissed Aang in Ba Sing Se. A year since she made her choice. Something within her told her she should feel something more. She should be excited and stupidly in love, like her older brother. Why couldn't things be that simple with her? Aang was around but they were not nearly as close as Sokka and Suki. It came to the point where she would feel jealous whenever she saw the two. That love was all she wanted.

And it was then she came out of her thoughts, looking to Toph and Aang going back and forth with Earthbending. A smile crossed her features as Aang used Airbending, causing the girl to accuse him of cheating. It was almost like the old days. Back then everything seemed simple. At least, in the group. Things should be simple now! She should not be here wondering why she even attempted a relationship with Aang.

There were sounds in my head. Little voices whispering that I should go and this should end. Because I don't know who I am without you and all I know is that I should…

Katara wandered away from the dueling benders, trying to find some place a little quieter. She wanted to gather her thoughts. This was really it. She could not continue acting like everything was alright. No one should live like that.

But that worried her. She would sacrifice everything for Aang's happiness, even her own. That was what she needed to speak with him about. She had to know if he really loved her or if he felt the same way she did. But, that was almost impossible. He had loved her since she rescued him from the ice. This was going to be a disaster.

"Katara?"

The waterbender turned, coming to face the Fire Lord. She smiled at him, brushing a few strands of hair from her eyes. "Zuko. I hope I am not interrupting anything." As she waited for his answer, she ignored her heart skipping a beat when he returned her smile.

"Not at all. I was just taking a break from a bit of paperwork I was handed this morning. What brings you around here though? I thought everyone was out in the courtyard." He stepped a bit closer to her, finding the distance awkward.

"Well, they are. You know Toph. She challenged Aang and now they are in a duel." She laughed when she saw his face pale. "I am sure they won't break anything. And if they do, they might at least put it back." Her reassurance did not ease the look of worry on his face.

"I hope so…" His words trailed off as he looked over her. "Katara, are you okay?"

She cursed in her head and nodded, still smiling "Of course, Zuko. I am fine. But, I did have a question. Of all the faces, I have seen… I have yet to see Mai."

It was then that he looked away. "Oh. Well, she has decided to go off and see the other kingdoms. She was tired of living the life of a noble and that meant she was tired of me." When he spoke, he did not seem upset. He just seemed to accept it.

"Oh, Zuko. I'm sorry." She placed a hand on his arm, frowning. He just smiled at her, he had already accepted.

"Don't worry too much about it. She and I went our separate ways and I am glad she is happy." He covered her hand with his, squeezing gently. Her heart did a flip. "I am afraid I have to return to my office though. The sooner I get this work done, the sooner I will be able to spend time with you."

Katara did her best to control the blush creeping onto her cheeks. But he had turned, reluctantly letting go of her hand. If he saw the blush, he made no comment. It was then that she realized she had a funny feeling in the pit of her stomach, like butterflies. This was new.

See I thought love was black and white. That it was wrong or it was right…

She found herself back in her room, staring out the window. Her emotions were everywhere and all she wanted to do was figure out why. She loved Aang but felt butterflies with Zuko? That made no sense. What was going on with her? Why couldn't she just be happy? She tried to figure it out. But, it seemed she would not get that chance.

"Katara! There you are." Aang's voice caused her to jump, taking her out of the trance she had been in. He smiled at her, walking over to see what she was so enthralled by. "You left. Everything okay?"

Is this where she lied? What life would she lead if she kept pretending? "No. It's not okay…" She turned, looking back out the window. "You and I need to talk about a few things and I am just afraid of what may happen…"

Aang nodded and took her hand, leading her over to the bed. He wanted to know that they would not be interrupted. "Alright. What is going on?"

"I… I'm not happy. When I see Sokka and Suki, I get incredibly jealous. They are so in love and I'm not." It was then that she looked over at him. And he did not look upset or even sad. That rendered her speechless.

"Katara, I am young but not entirely ignorant. I felt the same for a while now but I was just as afraid as you were. Look at us. Everyone expected us to end up together and married. But when I look to the future, it is not you that I am with."

"Exactly!" She interrupted him. "I love you, Aang. But not in the way—"

"That other people expect." He finished for her. "I love you like a sister. What I had for so long was a simple crush and it was not fair to put you in the middle of that. And, for that, I am sorry."

He had taken the words out of her mouth. The entire relationship was not being controlled by her or him. People wanted them to be together so badly, the last thing she wanted to do was disappoint anyone. They sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity.

And I don't know if I can stand another hand upon you. All I know is that I should. Because she will love you more than I could, she who dares to stand where I stood.

They were laughing now, talking about old days when they were still traveling together. He was the man who had shown her the world. For that, she would be forever grateful. And there was no possible way to thank him enough. Gran Gran had said their destinies were intertwined. Aunt Wu said that she would marry a powerful bender. All the signs pointed in one direction, compelling them to remain in a relationship that neither of them wanted.

As they spoke, Toph entered the room and she saw the look Aang gave her. Perhaps this wouldn't be the end of everything. Like after Sozin's Comet, this was a new beginning. Deciding to leave them alone, she walked out of the room. She would be the woman to stand where she stood, beside the Avatar. Perhaps even love him more, love him the way he should be.

The first place she went was to Zuko's study. She felt fearless. She could do this. Just walk in and confront him. Get all this over with. What could it hurt? Aang would get his happiness. Shouldn't she?

Before she had a chance to knock, the door opened and there was the object of her thoughts. Zuko had a confused look on his face, opening his mouth to say something. Before he had a chance to speak, Katara moved. She threw her arms around his shoulders and pressed her lips to his.

And I won't be far from where you are, if ever you should call. You meant more to me than anyone I ever loved before. But you taught me how to trust myself and so I say to you… This is what I have to do.

#Atla #Avatar: The Last Airbender #Taang #Zutara #Songfic

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cleosshortstories · 7 years ago

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Separate Ways

Separate Ways - Prussia/Austria/Hungary - Separate Ways by Journey

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- Here we stand. Worlds apart. Hearts broken in two, two, two…-

Elizabeta could not believe the words that had just passed Roderich's lips. She stood there, unable to find the words to express what she was feeling. Divorce. He wanted a divorce. Even though their marriage had started off as a political one, she had fallen in love with the Austrian. It wasn't hard. They had grown up together. And now, he wanted it to be over.

He walked over to her, smiling as he always did when he was around her. Was it fake? Did he just want to make her happy and soothe her? What a bastard. His fingers touched her cheeks, feeling the tears she hadn't been able to keep in. "I love you, Elizabeta. But this is what is for the best." His voice was soft; as if he was afraid she would break. And she would. Her heart felt like it had broken into a million tiny pieces. She closed her eyes tightly, holding onto her skirt tightly. "A-as you wish, Roderich." She managed to say without her voice breaking. But there was no strength behind it.

When she opened her eyes, he had turned and was walking out of the room. If he had only looked, he would have seen the moment she felt her entire world slip away…

-Sleepless nights. Losing ground. I'm reaching for you, you, you…-

It had been years since the Hungarian had slept in her own bed. Even worse, she was alone. Her entire life had been shattered all with one simple sentence. "Elizabeta, it is time that we got a divorce." How? How could he want that? It had been a month and she still hadn't been able to figure it out. He said he loved her. She loved him. They had even shared a bed. Normal political marriages are cold and the couple barely touches in public. In her mind, she could remember each time they had been intimate. From the first… to the last. Most believed him a frigid man but he wasn't like that.

Elizabeta looked to the ceiling before she covered her face and started crying. Every night since he walked out of the room, she did the same thing. She would wake up, clean her already spotless house, speak to her leaders and crawl into bed. Sleep rarely came to her. Only tears. The country had stopped eating, finding herself nauseous at the mere mention of food. People were growing worried but there was nothing she could do. Even Gilbert knew something was up.

-Troubled times. Caught between confusion and pain, pain pain…-

Two years had gone by now. And nothing had changed. The doctors of the time had started her on a regiment of eating and hoping she wouldn't get sick. At first, everything she ate came right back up. But over time, she was starting to regain her strength. At the last few months, she had been bed stricken. And she had made sure to avoid Roderich. If he came to see her, he was always turned away by one of the doctor's assistants. She could only imagine that Gilbert had said something to him about what was going on. But not even he know the details of what was happening to her and her body.

-Distant eyes. Promises we made were in vain, vain, vain…-

It was the first time in three years that Hungary had seen Austria. There was a gathering of the countries, a formal affair, and this would be her triumphant return to the public. For three years, she had disappeared into her house and only Gilbert and Feliks had seen her. Only Feliks knew the extent of her illness. And it wasn't even a physical illness. She had been dying of a broken heart. But, she was better now. She was fine and seeing Roderich would not hurt her. She had moved on. There was no way they could be friends right now, but at least she was out of the house.

Feliks greeted her at the door as she walked in. He seemed cheerful and did his best to distract her from looking for Roderich. It was useless though. He was now her ex-husband and while she knew he was okay, she wanted to see him. Over by the piano, he stood. Him and Gilbert. But there was something different about the two of them. They were… closer. Then, Gilbert pulled the man into a rather passionate kiss. At least, that's how it looked from this distance.

Her heart stopped. Had… had she really seen this? Feliks saw what she was looking at and pushed her outside. He wanted to ask if she was okay, but she just walked away. "I need to be alone right now…" The blonde shook his head and walked back into the building, leaving her to her thoughts.

-If you must go, I wish you love. You'll never walk alone. Take care, my love.-

Elizabeta looked up at the stars, trying to figure everything out in her head. A divorce, sudden in its appearance and done just as quickly. What was he trying to do? Had it been because he didn't want her hurt when she found out? Found out that her two closest friend, both of whom she loved, had decided to be lovers. Perhaps more than that. Perhaps they were in a relationship. Even… married. A whimper escaped her as she thought about it. Her pain was less from seeing Roderich with another and more from having to find out this way.

Footsteps were heard behind her and she wiped away her tears. It was probably Feliks wanting to check up on her. It made since. She had just left him without an explanation. "Elizabeta…?" That voice was not one she was expecting. She turned around and saw the object of her thoughts standing there. In the moonlight, he was so breathtaking. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath and released it slowly. Her lips parted so she could speak but he spoke first. "You look beautiful…" She smiled softly, shaking her head. "I'm looking better, Roderich." He frowned and nodded once. "I know… Gilbert told me how bad you had gotten before you refused to let him in. And even refused to let me in…" He sounded so hurt by that.

The woman sighed softly. "I did not want you to… I didn't want you to see me like that. I won't tell you how bad it was. Only Feliks knows. And I have sworn him to secrecy. So don't bother." Her tone was light, almost as if she were laughing. She hadn't even expected that to happen. As if she was fine. The Austrian didn't know what to do. What to say. He cleared his throat nervously. She placed her hand on his mouth to stop him from speaking.

"I saw you and Gilbert. And I know that Feliks told you my reaction. Because he is a wonderful friend and is looking out for me. I know that… I was shocked by it. I know you two aren't doing it to hurt me. I know that you two are happy together. He makes you smile like I do. Or… I did. I'm still your friend. As I am his. And I will be there for you… both." She spoke from the heart, knowing that she would always love Gilbert and Roderich, even if they were together. The love she had for them would never fade.

-Someday love will find you. Break those chains that bind you. One night will remind you how we touched and went our separate ways. If he ever hurts you, true love won't desert you. You know, I still love you, though we touched and went our separate ways.-

#Hetalia #aph Prussia #aph Austria #aph Hungary #Songfic

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cleosshortstories · 7 years ago

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Lucky

Lucky - Avatar: The Last Airbender - Smellbee/Longshot/OC - Lucky by Jason Mraz

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Boy, I hear you in my dreams. I feel your whisper across the sea. I keep you with my in my heart. You make it easier when life gets hard.

Smellerbee had grown up with the Freedom Fighters. Jet, Pipsqueak, the Duke, Sakura …Longshot. And here she was, speaking to Sakura about random things. It had been years since she had seen the other woman, but she was still her best friend.

"So we ran into Jet back in the Fire Nation. It was… a shock. We thought he had died. So, we left." She had started that sentence with excitement, her voice falling as she remembered the feeling of despair. Bee wiped a tear away.

"But, he made it, dear." Sakura reached over and placed a hand on hers, squeezing lightly. "That is all that matters. It seems you had quite the adventure when the Fighters were disbanded. Tell me, did you travel with Shot?"

There was a faint blush on Bee's cheeks when she answered. "Of course I did. We're inseparable." She replied with a laugh before that fell. He had been gone for a day or so, called by Jet.

Sakura frowned. "Bee? What's wrong? I didn't mean to upset you…"

She shook her head, smiling sadly. "It's just so rare that I am away from Shot, you know? We all grew up together and I've missed you but… it's not the same as with Shot. When he's gone, there is a pain in my chest and I just cannot place my finger on it. I don't know what it is or why it's there. It's like… I don't know."

Bee just couldn't find the right words. However, Sakura had a knowing smile on her lips.

They don't know how long it takes, waiting for a love like this. Every time we say goodbye, I wish we had one more kiss. I'll wait for you. I promise you.

Later that night, Sakura retired to her bedroom. Little did Bee know it was because Shot had shown up. The other Fighter hoped those two would realize their feelings and just act on them.

Bee was shocked when Shot spoke. It was not rare for her to hear his voice, but he just normally didn't. Something had to be wrong. That worried her.

"Bee, Jet has ordered me to do some scouting for him. You know my affinity to hide…" He tried to smile but it did not reach his eyes. She grew worried.

"Does he want me to come with you? I can do that. I—"

Longshot cut her off with a look. She felt herself deflate, looking to the ground. He placed a hand on her shoulder, causing her to raise her chin to face him.

"I will be back as soon as I can, Bee. I swear it."

She nodded and tried to smile. "I'll be here. I promise."

And with that, he left. Bee only knew of one thing to do. She ran to Sakura's room. The woman smiled and let her in, allowing her to rant and rave about everything. How she was worried. What if Shot got hurt? What if he was captured? How could Jet send him away?

Sakura just had that knowing smile. "You know, Bee… you are lucky."

She paused in her pacing to face the other woman. "Lucky? How can this by lucky? I'm worried sick about him!"

"Because you are in love with Shot, dear."

Though the breezes through the trees move so pretty, you're all I see. As the world keeps spinning 'round, you hold me right here, right now.

It took a whole three days for Shot to return. The entire time Bee was a wreck. Sakura rarely left her side, ensuring that Bee didn't do anything stupid. Like run off and find him. Or go beat the hell out of Jet. It was just like the old days… Jet was annoying the hell out of everyone and Sakura was playing mediator.

The main reason why Bee was so distraught was because Sakura was right. She was in love with Shot. The older Fighter had seen the signs and was so damned blunt about it. Bee had screamed and denied it. But in the end, she knew she was fighting a losing battle. She loved Longshot so much it hurt.

As Longshot walked into the room, Sakura walked out. It was best for them to deal with this on their own. Now was her chance. She just had to gather all her courage for this. She was a Freedom Fighter! She had fought the Fire Nation! And in this moment, she was a scared little girl, worried about getting her heart broken. Bee glanced over, noticing a tree outside, one blossom on it. She was suddenly reminded of the flower Sakura wore in her hair.

Be strong, Bee. Just tell him everything you are feeling. Sakura's voice gave her courage.

"Shot, before you say anything… I have to tell you something, okay. Now, just let me finish this before I can't anymore." She looked at him for a confirmation nod before continuing. "I was talking to Sakura after you left and she made me realize something. I-We've been friends for a long time. And really close. And I-I… I love you, Shot."

She looked down to her feet as her cheeks burned. How could she say that? Bee didn't know what to do. She shouldn't have said anything. Shot was going to laugh at her. That was it. The spirits would be kind to let her die right here.

"I love you too, Bee."

Her head shot up, looking at the boy. "Wh-what?"

"You heard me. I love you, Bee. I have for a long time. I was just worried about what you might say…"

If it was becoming of her, she would have fainted. Instead, she lept into his arms, laughing and crying without realizing it. Bee was so foolish to think he didn't care. Shot spun her around for a moment, placing her back on her feet. She opened her mouth to protest. But she was cut off by a kiss. Her first.

Everything seemed so right.

I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend. Lucky to have been where I have been. Lucky to be coming home again. I'm lucky we're in love in every way. Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed. Lucky to be coming home someday.

#atla #Avatar: The Last Airbender #Smellerbee #Longshot #Smellershot #Songfic

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cleosshortstories · 7 years ago

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Calm Heart

Calm Heart - Fallout - Cass/John - Cass tries to find a way to fix her heart. She meets her father. (Based off an RP site)

Cass had only been in Vault City for a day and she was already tired of it. It wasn't Vegas. The people here were too cautious and treated any outsider like they carried some kind of disease. She just wished to be home now. It was odd to think that. She actually had a home, even if she continued to travel with her caravan. Yet here she was. However, she couldn't go home empty handed. Benny would never forgive her and she would have to deal with Arcade's mouth.

She headed to the bar that her mother said he owned. The Spitoon. It was a long shot but maybe whoever owned it now would know something. She didn't suspect her father would have just left it in anyone's hands. A moment of hesitation and she walked in, looking around. There were a few patrons in there but no one bothered to move from their spots. Her hair was still pinned up and she displayed her pendant. For all she knew, whoever owned it would recognize it. Perhaps it would be a good conversation starter.

The man behind the bar was nursing a bottle of whiskey and looked more metal than flesh. There was something very familiar about him but she couldn't quite place it. At least not yet. He spoke up before she had a chance. "Welcome to the Spitoon. What can I getcha?" He seemed suspicious of her. But then, she had expected that from Vault City.

Cass moved to the side, as someone decided that was the best time to leave. She pushed her hat back. It was a way for her to look over the man and decide real quick if she should bother to move away from the door. "Well, as much as I would love a nice shot of whiskey, I am looking for someone. You got time to talk?" And then he reacted in a way she wasn't expecting.

"Sure. I'll start. Where the hell did you get that pendant? Steal it off a tribal?" His voice steadly grew before he slammed his fist onto the bar, leaving an indent. Most of the patrons sitting there moved their glasses in time. They must be regulars. "That how you get your kicks? Stealing from others? I ought to kill you here you stand." His eyes narrowed, finger on the trigger of a shotgun.

"Well, at least someone recognizes it." She didn't make any sudden movements. Nor did she seem all that scared. It was not the first time she had been threatened and with Lucky, she had been in worse situations than this. "As for this pendant, no. I did not steal it off a tribal. My mother gave this to me." To prove a point, she spoke the same words in the tribal language she had been raised on.

The gun fell to the floor and the man seemed shocked. His eyes were wide as he studied her face and features. He could see traces of himself as well as her mother. "R-Rose of Sharon?" He seemed to be in disbelief as he fell back into a rusty old chair. "I'll be damned. It is you…"

It was her turn to be suspicious. She took a step towards the bar, looking over the metal man. "So, you know me. I guess that is a good thing. But who the fuck are you and how the hell do you know me?"

He crossed his arms and laughing. "Got a mouth on you, just like your old pop. So how'd you find me all the way out here? I left your mother near Vegas." He took his bottle of whiskey and took a long drink from it. He chuckled now. Something was damn amusing. His daughter, a full grown woman, was standing in front of him.

The way he was talking, he was John Cassidy. But that was just impossible. There was no fucking way. Cass had accepted a long time ago that he had died. Her mother swore up and down that he was not a deserter. That he loved them both. "Yeah? And how the fuck did you know him? I know the old man is fucking dead. I just need some information and then I'll leave." Her temper was flaring and there was no whiskey to calm her.

He shrugged and walked out from behind the bar. He looked her over, still in shock that his daughter had come all the way out here. "Some would say I knew him better'n anyone seein' as he's me. I'm John Cassidy. Nice to see you again, Rose of Sharon." He stood over her, arms open for a hug.

And then it all clicked. She looked up at him and saw the same face looking down at her when the walls of the crib were arond her. His voice told stories of great adventures he had, how he was a hero. Cass' temper got the better of her and she walked to him, punching him as hard as she could. It was pointless as she nearly broke her hand in the process. A string of curses came from her as she turned her back to him. The tears that welled up were from the pain. At least, that is what she told herself. She was crying because of pain. "This is bullshit. You are a fucking liar. This is some kind of sick fucking joke."

He took the punch, having seen it coming. She had every right to be mad. But, damned if he didn't stumble back and fell on his ass. "My girl's got a hell of a right hook. Gonna break your hand that way, though." He noticed when she cursed and when she started to cry. The patrons had turned to watch this show. He didn't give a shit. The man stood up with a sign, walking over and placing a hand on her shoulder. "Ain't a joke, darlin'. I'm the son of a bitch who left you out there."

She turned around, pulling herself out of his grasp roughly. "Don't fucking touch me! You piece of shit, you have no right!" She hadn't expected this. Her parents were dead. They were both dead. That is the only explanation to why he never came back to save her. She covered her mouth, trying not to scream anymore. But that didn't last long. "You… you've been alive this whole time?"

John sighed. "I know. I was wrong to leave but I thought you would be better without me." He spit blood to his left, hitting the lip of a small brass vase. "So why? If this is how you would act, why did you try to find me?"

She shook her head, about to correct him when she realize that there were people in this bar. Worse than that, they had all turned to watch the show. "You know… I never thought I would be having this conversation. And I sure as fuck am not having it front of a bunch of strangers." She moved to walk past him. "Vault City isn't big to outsiders. Find me if you want."

"Rose, wait." He sighed and motioned to the back. "Come to the back room. No one can go back there." He placed a hand on her shoulder. "Come on. Just gimme a chance to explain." As much as he didn't believe it, he just wanted to talk to his only child. The one he presumed dead or worse in the Mojave wastes.

She stopped at the foor. She should leave. Just walk out and never come back to Vault City. Cass knew better. Her mother would have wanted this. She looked down to the pendant, brushing her fingers over it. She motioned for him to lead the way. Once in the room, she was back on the defensive. But damned if her hand wasn't killing her. She pulled the gloves off, inspecting the damage. She would use a stimpak but she had something better to deal with. "So, talk."

The first thing he noticed was the ring on her finger. He just glanced at first but quickly did a double take. "Are you… is my little girl getting married?" He grinned, wanting to ask more about that. But he shook his head. "No… we've got talking to do. So about me and your mother. I was traveling with this vault dweller back in the fourties and we came along a little settlement." He took a drink from his hip flask and sighed. "After out little trip, I made a little life for myself there, but when she had you, they shunned me. Said I was bad for their people. I decided it was time for me to explore. I wet as far south as two sun and as far nothing as the Zion caverns before I came back here and settled down in my old watering hold. So that's my story. Anything else you want to know?"

When he mentioned her ring, she became offended. It was like he had no right to know anything about it. He wasn't supposed to act like her father, like he cared. "You know she's dead, right? After you left she just kind of lost the will. Kept saying you would come back." She took a deep breath and released it slowly. "And the elders didn't take too kindly to me either. So, I left. Seems I'm more like you than I thought. Should have seen that coming." She ripped the hat off her head, starting to pace. This conversation was never supposed to happen.

He punched the wall closest to him. "God damn it! Those damn elders! I asked them for one damn thing! I just wanted her to know why I left!" He growled and held his head in his hand. "Well, you did the right thing given the circumstances…" He stood with his back to her for almost a full minute, almost crying. "For what its worth… I never chose to go."

"So why didn't you tell her?" She ran a hand through her hair, a nervous habit picked up from her mother. "How are would it have been to say? She would have picked up and moved with you. You know that… she loved you."

He shook his head. "You know how the elders were. They didn't want anyone to disturb their close-knit society." His shoulders slumped. "I wanted to take both of you with me but they escorted me out at gun point…" He toyed with the metal play on the back of his left hand. "I wanted to see you grow up."

She couldn't stop herself from playing with her hair. The clip that held her hair in the bun fell. Her heartbeat was becoming irregular again. Slowly, she was coming undone. "I-I knew you hadn't deserted us. I just… I assumed you died. You got lost. Something. Mom was so adamant about you coming back. You had to. And when I left, I didn't feel the need to find you because the only reason you never came back was because you had died."

He caught the clip as it fell. His own heartbeat was starting to match hers, a strange sensation. "It would have been better if I did kick the bucket. Hell, it wouldn't hurt so much for anyone…" He put the clip back in her hair, straightening it. "Rose… I'm sorry."

She shook her head, trying not to cry. God, this whole trip had been nothing but tears for her. She hated being sober. "No. No. It wouldn't have been better. I just… I came out here to find information on my heart condition and I found you. I've gone my whole life assuming you were dead because you couldn't just leave. You wouldn't. I was not expecting to ever see you again." In the back of her mind, she should have corrected him for calling her by that name. She had grown to dislike it over time. Everyone just called her Cass. But for him, it just sounded right. "I don't hate you. I never had. I'm sorry for reacting this way."

He put his hands on her shoulders. "It's alright. Hell, I didn't expect you to react any differently." He put on hand on the metal plate on his forehead. "To be honest, any auto-doc can help you out with your heart if you've got to right holotape. I've got one lying around here, if you want to take it with you." She moved away from her, rummaging through some boxes. He finally found a holotape with a fading label that read "Heart Surgery Protocol." Hesitantly, he handed it to her. "But… you could always stay and help me run the Spitoon."

"Wow. I would have loved to have known that years ago." She covered her mouth to stop that line of conversation. It would lead to nowhere. When he asked her to stay with him, she paused. Part of her wanted to stay, a big part of her did. She wanted to know the man her mother loved. The man who gave her the name and pendant. But she knew she couldn't. "I'm getting married soon, Dad. And we're living in Vegas. Not to mention Lucky."

The word rang in his head, leaving him wide eyed and slack jawed. "I… yeah, I understand." He still couldn't believe she had called him her father. He knew it to be true but that made it much more resounding. His only child stood before him and called him dad for the first time ever. "Well, you'd better visit, damn it. I don't want to go all the way down there and drag your ass back. My servos can't handle all that dust anymore."

"Oh my god, I have to bring Benny here. Crap…" She laughed and played with the sleeve of her jacket. The image of the man popping into her head. "Well, that is not happening. So, I'm trying not to freak out by laughing. So, sorry about that." And now she just had this overwhelming urge to hug him. She was worried that would be a little awkward. "But I will visit… from time to time. Vault City is a bit abrasive but I'll deal with it to see you."

He smiled. "Good. There's always a bed here for you." He hesitated for a moment before pulling her into a hug. He squeezed her against the metal plate that was his chest. "God damn it, Rose. I love you so much. You've becoe someone I can be proud of."

She was shocked at how hard she held onto him. Cass clung to him as if she'd fall off the earth if she didn't. "I'm not sure if 'failed caravan owner' is high up on that list. Not to mention, drunk and whore." She had better shut up. No need to talk like that. "I love you too, Dad…" But was out and she couldn't take it back. She didn't want to, to be honest.

He chuckled, shedding a tear. "Don't even care about that. You're a strong person now. Nothing else matters." He stroked her hair, feeling the softness that he recognized as her mother's. "My little girl… so who is this guy you're marrying? Some deadbeat?"

Cass was only strong because she had to be but, she wasn't alone anymore. And that was a big step for her. Benny popped into her head again and she snickered. "Okay. He's an asshole. Not even joking. Very much about himself and having luck. Luck is the best thing in the world to have. I've known him for sixteen years now. He wanted to take over Vegas and shot one of my best friends in the face to do so." She stopped. "Wow. That sounds really bad, doesn't it?" She shook her head, smiling. "Look, I've known and loved Benny for sixteen years. He's an amazing guy who has done some fucked up things for his tribe. We all have skeletons on our closet. At least I have known what his are and he loves me for all my flaws."

He just kind of smiled. "Whoa, sweetheart. Don't get defensive. I trust your judgement. He sounds like a real prick but a good one." He stroked her cheek, just enjoying his short time with his daughter.

"I've just known him for so long that its how we speak about each other. I don't know what he'd tell someone when asked to describe me. He's the reason why I am out here. The reason I was looking for you." She toyed with the ring on her finger, taking a moment to calm herself down. "At least I am truthful about him."

He nodded. "Well, you have my blessings and—" He stopped as he played with his own ring. A silver band he wore to remind him of the family he had. "Give him this." John slipped the ring off and handed it to her. "Its something my father gave me."

She looked at the ring resting on her palm, confused about why he had given it to her. "B-but why? I mean, you don't have to do this, Dad." She looked back up at him as her fingers closed around the ring. "I am inviting you if I do end up planning it. I-If you can get away. But I could get back and Benny could have it all set up."

He smiled weakly. "Rose, you've got a life to live. We're both adults now and I want you to live it with your husband." He stroked her hair once more. "Get the hell out of here, kid. Its time for you to get back to Benny."

She wiped a tear away, laughing. "Kicking me out, I got it." Still, she pulled him into another hug. "And thanks for the name. Got a nice ring to it." Cass took a step back, still smiling. She had to leave though. Or else she would stay there and Benny and Lucky would never see her again.

John smiled, watching her go. He returned to the bar and drank from his bottle again with a sigh. "Yeah, from a great book. So, take care of yourself, Rose of Sharon Cassidy. I don't want to have to kill your husband for lettin' you die after I gave you your life back."

At the door, she turned and waved back to him. She would have to make a trip back to Vault City at some point. It was strange how much her life changed from just a small trip. But for now, she needed to return to her family.

#Fallout #Fallout: New Vegas #Cass #Rose of Sharon Cassidy #Fanfiction

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cleosshortstories · 7 years ago

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All the Same

All the Same - Hetalia - Austria/Prussia/Hungary - All the Same by Sick Puppies

Music here.

- You've shown me eventually what you'll do. I don't mind. I don't care. As long as you're here. -

Elizabeta had done her best to convince herself that she was over Roderich. He had left so many years ago and he as happy with Gilbert. The thought of the albino's hands on her husband always sent her close to the edge of losing it. Her two best friends simply shacking up because of what? Convenience? How dare they forsake her? It wasn't like she was going to tell them what was wrong with her. For all they knew, she was happy in her new relationship with Sadiq. And for a time, she was. But the Turkish man had never had eyes for her. Once she gave in, he wanted nothing else to do with her. His real conquest was her friend Heracles.

With each gathering, she would show up with the masked idiot and watch him wander off to find the one sleeping. And she would be left alone. Not that Elizabeta really minded. She did not want him to come near her and act like she belonged to him. However, her heart still hurt when she looked over to see her husband with the albino. Stupid Gilbert. He would hurt him and there was nothing she could do. The country sighed, turning away from the scene and walking outside.

- Hours slide and days go by 'til you decide to come. But in-between, it always seems too long. -

It had been a few months since she finally told Sadiq to fuck off. No matter how she loved him, his eyes were on another. Was this her curse? Would she be stuck having to wait for men who truly did not want to spend any time with her? They had her, used her… and threw her to the side. Elizabeta sat in her home, at the piano Roderich used to practice at. It was extravagant and screamed aristocrat. Just like the man who owned it. Though, she had learned to play when they had been married. On their anniversary, she had hoped to surprise him. What a stupid dream that had been.

Her fingers danced over the keys, nowhere near as well as Roderich but well enough for people to think she was really good. Perhaps she was. But it was not her place to be. A soft knock stopped her playing. It was a very late hour and she had not expected any visitors. What a shock to see the Musician at her door. He was in tears, looking up at her with eyes showing so much hurt. She wrapped an arm around his shoulder and took him off to her kitchen.

Over a cup of tea, he told his terrible story. Gilbert had only used him. In his tears, Elizabeta only got the outline of what happened. The albino left him for Ivan. What a strange turn of events. The woman got up and hugged him, trying to convey comfort. He looked up at her and smiled softly. The same look he had given her when they were married. "Ich liebe dich…" Before she knew it, he had kissed her. Perhaps this was a new beginning for them.

- Go ahead and tell me you'll leave again. You'll just come back running, holding your scarred heart in hand. -

Three years of complete bliss. Since that night Roderich came back. It was almost as if they were married again. The only difference was that they both resided in her home in Hungary. If he needed music, he played the piano he gave her. She cooked and cleaned for him. Elizabeta was so happy. Sadiq had never been able to replace the Austrian in her heart but that was fine. It was not like either one of them had left each other heartbroken. Perhaps this would work out. Maybe even marriage again.

But it happened so suddenly again. Roderich came into the kitchen, acting very calm. His eyes swept over the pans hanging on the wall and the one in her hand as she cooked something for breakfast. There was even a pot on the stove cooking pasta as her dear Feli was coming over for lunch. She turned with a smile but it faded when she realized what was going on again. He cleared his throat, explaining that Gilbert had broken free of Ivan. Did that mean he was leaving her for Gilbert again? Elizabeta gripped the pan tighter as he continued to speak. No. Not Gilbert. This time, it was for Ivan. With that, he turned a left. The sound of something breaking filling the silence.

- And I'll take you for who you are, if you take me for everything. Do it all over, it's all the same. -

Five months this time. Her heart broken for a second time. And by the same man. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. She knew the saying well, but that hardly affected her. Elizabeta knew she loved Roderich and always would. No matter how many times he hurt her by leaving, she was the one he would return to. Her thoughts were broken by the sound of someone moving beside her. She looked over to see the albino waking up in her bed. It wasn't really all that surprising. They had lost the people they loved and needed comfort. That's all it was. Each of them knew it. She smiled as he got up and got dressed. There was no need for him to stay the day.

The former maid spent her day cleaning her house. Not that it was really dirty. She and Feli had cleaned the day before. It was something they both enjoyed, reminding them of a simpler time. Her marriage, his childhood. A very similar soft knock was heard. Her heart racing, she ran to the door. Roderich standing before her once again. But this time was different. He wasn't crying. He wasn't hurt. Instead, he looked as if everything was right in the world. Silently, he got down on one knee. This only confused Elizabeta. But before she could speak, he slipped a ring on her finger. "Ivan was wrong for me, Elizabeta. All wrong. The entire time I was with him, I could only think of you. So many years we spent together as friends before lovers. And now, I want no one else. I love you, Elizabeta. Can you accept my apology and take me back?"

The Hungarian nodded, smiling at his words. "How can I not, Roderich? It has always been you and me… forever." With that, he stood up, pulling her into a tight embrace. And just like that, everything seemed right in the world again. How she loved this man… no matter what he did to her.

- I don't mind where you come from. As long as you come to me. -

#Hetalia #aph Prussia #aph Austria #aph Hungary #Songfic

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cleosshortstories · 7 years ago

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So Cold

A Hetalia songfic - Russia/Prussia/Hungary - So Cold by Breaking Benjamin

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Crowded streets are cleared away. One by one.

It was not easy to love a man like Ivan. He was cold, calculating, and sadistic. But that did not stop Gilbert. He loved this man when no one else would. He was the only one who understood and accepted the Russian's temper. His sick and twisted thoughts. They way he loved was different from others. But that was alright. The Prussian accepted it.

As they walked the streets of Moscow, Gilbert could not help but look around him. In the shop windows were things he would love to buy, to play with. He was a naturally curious being. But he wasn't allowed. He was never allowed. It would not please Ivan. That is what he had to do to ensure his love would not stop. Gilbert needed him.

Day after day, the Prussian started to notice other people. Not in a sexual or attractive way. No. He was merely observing. A few married couples were at a restaurant, sitting on the patio. They spoke of old times. Of adventures they had together. The way the women looked at the men… there was love there. Obvious love. Deep love. Perhaps even true love.

He felt a tug and looked up to see the Russian smiling at him. The look in his amethyst eyes was not one of love. It was almost of lust and pleasure. Pleasure from what? Gilbert could not figure out what was so pleasing to the man. It was then he received another tug and started his way back home.

You're so cold. Keep your hand in mine. Wise men wonder while strong men die.

He couldn't breathe. He tried. God, how he tried. But it was hard. Slowly, he forced air into his lungs. A sharp pain in his side pushed the air right back out as he grunted. This injury had to be a broken rib. Possibly two. Yet this was not the worst injury that he had received from Ivan's loving hands. Gilbert looked up to see the face of his tormentor. The same look of pleasure on his face.

It was not later until he realized the reason for that pleasure. This was one of the rare times Ivan was out of the house. While he tended to ignore Gilbert when they were in private, he was always around to ensure that the Prussian did not run away. That was a silly notion because he knew he was not going to leave. He loved Ivan.

Roderich sat beside him, sipping tea. He had always been a delicate man. Gilbert remembered when they were children. Elizabeta and he used to beat up the Austrian. Simply because it was fun. Somehow, that had changed to a friendship. It was strained at times, but most of the time they were fine. And right now, they were simply enjoying each other's company. Gilbert had even eaten a little bit of the cake that was brought.

"You know, Gilbert…" He started to say before setting his cup on the table. "I do not understand why you are in a relationship with Ivan." Roderich was polite in his tone but there was a look of worry in his eyes.

"I know that not a lot of people understand but—" Gilbert was cut off as his broken rib was jarred. He had spoken too fast. He took a breath in and released it slowly before continuing. "That is simply something you will have to deal with. I love Ivan. And he loves me."

"No, he does not!" The Austrian hissed, trying to speak low. Ivan may not be home but he knew better than to trust the man's house. "He is using you for his own amusement. You are the only one blind to it."

Before Gilbert had a chance to defend his love, Ivan rested a hand on the Prussian's shoulder. "Ah, Austria. To what do we owe this honor?"

He was smiling. That was good, right? Gilbert couldn't remember. All he could think of was Roderich in the hands of Ivan the Terrible. He had to stop it. He could not let the Austrian know such pain. Pain? Why did he think of the Russian as a monster. He loved him right.

Gilbert was jerked out of his thoughts as Ivan leaned over Roderich. His words were barely starting to register. "You know, Austria, you should stay and have fun with us. You like fun, da?"

There was that look again. Lust. Pure lust. But Ivan was not looking at him. Why was he looking at Roderich that way? This made no sense. Gilbert stood up, wincing as he forgot about his rib when he did so. "How dare you?" He didn't realize he had screamed until he looked at Roderich and Ivan.

Ivan's smile faded. Now he just looked angry. Gilbert shook his head, tears blinding him. He knew that the Russian was speaking but he did not know the words. "No! No more of your lies! I am done!" Had he just said that? Was he really done with Ivan? But, he loved him. Why was he doing this?

Gilbert never got the chance to say anything else. Roderich had grabbed his arm and lead him outside. The Russian had not followed. At least, that is what he assumed. Neither one of them turned to look. He was free.

Show me how it ends. It's alright. Show me how defenseless you really are.

He was free. Gilbert could hardly believe it. But was this what he wanted? He had spent years living with Ivan. Years loving him. Years being his pet. His pet. He was never loved. That was the only conclusion he could think of. If Ivan had loved him, wouldn't he have come for him? All Gilbert heard was rumors. The Russian had started to torment Lithuania again. How easily the love was thrown away.

There was only one person he could think of to visit. Elizabeta. He had learned from Austria about their divorce. Perhaps she could shed some light on Gilbert's twisted feelings about leaving Ivan. It may have been almost a year since he'd been with him, but something was holding him back. He should not think about that part of his life anymore. This was something new. New chapter. Maybe that is what frightened him.

She was surprised to see him but welcomed him into her small Hungarian home. It was strange seeing Elizabeta in what appeared to be normal clothes. Not her uniform or her maid outfit. She just smiled and took his hand, leading him to the kitchen.

It was then he realized he was starving. Since he had left Ivan, Gilbert's health started to decline. Elizabeta would have noticed right away. He wanted to complain as she set food down in front of him but it had been so long since he'd had her cooking. He barely registered that she set down another plate. Had he eaten the first?

Through his haze, he began to hear Elizabeta speaking. She asked him about his relationship. How he was feeling. If he wanted to stay with her. Once he took a pause from eating, he answered. Of course he would stay with her. If it helped him out of this depression, he'd do anything. She was then hugging him. Why couldn't he keep up with her movements? He needed to stop looking at the world through a veil. He was here. He should actually pay attention.

"I love you, Gilbert. You are my best friend and I am glad to see you are alive." He felt her hand cover his. "I will help you through this."

If you find your family, don't you cry. In this land of make-believe, dead and dry.

So Gilbert found himself living with his childhood friend. While her gender changed, he still loved spending time with her. It was not long before he laughed again. They were both shocked by the action and ended up in tears, hugging each other. Each milestone was marked that way. The Prussian had forgotten what it was like to feel anything.

One night, they were drinking and swapping war stories. While neither of them had had many relationships, the ones they did seemed to be the worst. Though, he was curious to hear what she had to say about her political marriage to Austria. It could not have been that bad, right?

"Well, the first relationship I ever had was with Sadiq." She took another drink before continuing. "He captured me, wanted to force me to side with him to spare my people. So, I did. But I was not willing to climb into his bed."

This information shocked him. How was Austria not her first? Wasn't that how it was told to him? He knew that Hungary had disappeared for a little bit but had never learned the reason. He had been too busy with his own country. But she continued her story.

"Sadiq did not like that much. He would torture me, leave me barely alive, and then nurse me back to health. It took a good amount of time, but I eventually gave in. Once I did that, he forgot all about me." She moved then. Her drink went on the table and she pulled her knees to her chest. She could not look at him anymore.

Gilbert knew all too well the pain she was feeling. Ivan had done nearly the same thing. But Gilbert had gone willingly to him. Elizabeta was broken down. He set his drink beside hers and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "I know how you feel, Eliza. Ivan may not have forced me into anything but he did… he did some terrible things to me. I knew that people told me he was cruel, but I did not believe he would be that way with me. Ever. Even when he was breaking bones and cutting me open. All I saw was the person I loved."

Elizabeta looked over at him with a faint smile. Before he had a chance to react, she leaned over and pressed her lips to his. He nearly leapt off the couch. He was on the other side of the room in a heartbeat. He kept muttering the word no as he shook his head. This could not be happening. This would not happen! He wouldn't let it. He didn't need anyone. He had himself.

She took his hand, speaking softly. Her words barely registered. "Gilbert. I am sorry. You are my best friend and the drinks made me do that. I know that you are hurting. Please, Gilbert…" Eliza's hand cupped his cheek. His head turned so he was now facing her. "I only want to help. That will never happen again, okay? You have to trust me. All I want to do is help."

He noticed that she kept saying that. She wanted to help. She wanted to help. Then why would she have done such a thing? How could she? Elizabeta knew how he felt. What he had been through. But part of him believed her. It was not until he realized he was in bed that her words started to sink in. She was telling the truth. She was sorry and only wanted to help.

You're so cold but you feel alive. Lay your hand on me one last time.

It had only been a week since that incident. And Elizabeta was true to her world. She never made another move or even hinted at it. But she was still at his side when he needed her. Even though all this, she was still his best friend.

Then it happened. Ivan came to visit. He was not invited. His intention was to take Gilbert back with him. The first thought in the Prussian's head was one of attitude. Did he get bored with Lithuania already? The next thought was one of curiosity. Does he really love me? He did come back for me. He had almost stepped into the man's embrace. But something was in the way.

Elizabeta. Why was she standing between them? It took a moment for him to come out of his daze. He wanted to hear what was going on.

"Get out, Ivan! You have no business being here. Gilbert does not want to be with you anymore. You made the choice to ignore him for a year. Leave. Now." She stood tall. Even as the Russian towered over her.

"I came back to get my Gilbert. Perhaps you should let him decide."

The Prussian froze. He did want him back. He should go. Now. Before Ivan had a chance to change his mind. But Eliza was still in the way. She still wouldn't move.

"No, Ivan. You have twisted his mind enough. Now, get out of my house!"

It was then Gilbert noticed Ivan had his pipe out. His knuckles were white as he gripped it in anger. Before the Prussian could say anything, Elizabeta fell to the side. The world went silent. He stood there, frozen with fear. He saw the Russian continue to hit her. She tried to fight but he was too strong for her. His best friend was defenseless against the man he loved.

Loved? No. He could not love Ivan anymore. He was a monster, just like everyone had said. It was then Gilbert acted. He grabbed the man's wrist, stopping the bloodied pipe from striking again. "I do not want to be with you anymore, Ivan." His voice didn't even sound like his own. "You need to leave. Like Elizabeta said."

Ivan looked shocked. The anger simply disappeared. He nodded once. Turning, he left without a word. Though, what could he have said? He wasn't sorry. He never was.

Gilbert looked to Elizabeta. Her breathing had become labored. If he did not hurry, she would die. Hospitals were too dangerous. No one believed the countries existed. But, Eliza was clever enough to have a doctor in case of emergencies.

After what seemed like an eternity, Gilbert was able to sit by her side. She was not conscious but that did not matter. He would not leave her side until she was. How could he let this happen? How could he be so stupid to believe Ivan actually cared for him. No. Ivan was a monster. He would only continue to hurt him and everyone he cares about. Never again. He refused to let that monster control his life.

He brought Eliza's hand to his mouth, kissing it. "I won't let him do that to you again. I swear on my life, Elizabeta. I am so sorry this happened. I did not know he would hurt you." As he spoke, he cried. The Awesome Gilbert cried. Something he had not done in a long time. She was worth it though. His best friend.

Slowly, he came to realize something. He loved her. He had been to blind before to notice but it finally struck him. Elizabeta had risked her life to ensure his safety. The least he could do was confess his feelings. He could try again. With her. And this time, it would be different.

Satisfied and empty inside? Well, that's alright, let's give this another try. It's alright.

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