hetalia | Second Chance 3/3

Title: Second chance
Pairings: mentions of Austria x Hungary and Germany x Italy but mostly Prussia x hungary
Rating: T to be safe
Summary:Prussia isn't allowed to die. Instead he is made to wander the earth as an imortal without a nation. His guardian angel isn't seeming to be much use either, seeing as how she'd rather be out claiming more souls.
Warnings: Character death, guess who.
Notes: Yay final chapter~ ^^

Chapter three

Elizaveta stared at her old friend. So it was true, he really had forgotten everything. Germany was the only one who still visited, but he had stopped trying to explain who he was. “So…nice place…” She mumbled. It was still surprising that he’d gotten his own apartment. He just looked at her. It didn’t bother him that a stranger was in his house, many people he didn’t know would visit him and claim to be old friends.
“Do you…really not remember me?” She looked sad, but then again, everyone seemed sad to him.
“No, sorry.” He looked at the angel, she never disappeared these days, at the moment she was playing with the toaster. The strangest things seemed to amuse her. The other girl turned to see what he was looking at and frowned.
“W-well, you and I used to be very good friends…”
“I see.”
“Uh huh…” She sighed, “Well, I heard you weren’t feeling too well recently.”
“I’ve only got a year left,” He replied, “That’s probably why.”
This startled her, “What makes you say that?!”
He shrugged.
“Come on, Gil! Don’t say things like that so idly, are you sick or something?!”
He just looked at her. Something must have convinced her he was sincere because she looked really scared. He looked away, and back at the angel.

“Hey Gil!” It was that green-eyed girl again.
He blinked.
“Just thought I’d stop by,” She seemed cheerful. When he didn’t respond she looked around, “I see you haven’t corrected your slovenly ways.” She laughed and began cleaning. Maybe she was like that blonde guy that always visited—unable to stand the sight of disorganization.
After a while a plate was put in front of him. “Here, I made your favorite!” She grinned.
He just looked at the food.
“Eat it bastard!” She growled threateningly.
He ate it.
“Good boy. Now get up and clean!” She smirked.
“Why?”
“Because! You don’t want to live in filth all the time, what if you want to bring a girl here?”
“I don’t think I really have time for romance, there’s only 11 months left.”
“Just do as I say.”

She was here again, these visits were becoming a common occurrence. The angel seemed to approve of them though. He liked the girl. She was always smiling or laughing or frowning or sometimes even crying. When she was around, he found he could do some of those things too. He’d been wearing the same expression for so long, it was starting to get old.
Once she asked him if he wanted to go out and do something. He lied for the first time that he could remember. He’d said he didn’t want to go, but the truth was that he couldn’t go.

“Stay in the house for the last year,” The angel said. She looked as though it were just an arbitrary commandment, but he knew her well enough to know she was concerned.
“Alright.”
“You promise?”
“Promise.”

“Oi, moron!” the girl flicked him.
“What is it?” He turned to look at her, frowning as he tried to figure out why she was so familiar with that hairstyle.
“I—”she frowned as he reached over and let her hair down, “What are you doing?!”
He didn’t respond, and instead he concentrated on her face.
“Could you stop leering at me?”
“You…” He frowned again.
“I…?”
He decided to give up. He looked around and noticed it was dark, “You should stay the night.”
She blushed a bit, “Oh…yeah, thanks.”

Gilbert Shot up in bed and ran into the living room. She was there, lying on the couch. His running must have woken her up because she slowly sat up. “I-Is something wrong?” She looked up, rubbing her eyes.
“Liz!” He pulled her off the couch and into his arms, holding her tightly.
It took her a moment to understand, “You remembered!”
“Only you,” He whispered into her hair, “She told me not to forget my heart…so I couldn’t forget you.”
“Umm…what?”
He didn’t respond he just buried his face in her hair.
“Gil…um…you’re crushing me,” She gasped out after a minute or so.
He released his grip but only enough to let her breathe, “Liz, don’t go…not this time…it’s only six months or so…and then I’ll be the one leaving you.”
He knew she was frowning. “Gil…”
“I love you.”
She sighed and gently pulled away enough to look him in the eye, “I’m not going anywhere.”
The angel turned away for this next part.

He woke up in the middle of the night. Liz was lying next to him, the covers draped over her figure. Standing by the bed was the angel.
“It’s time.” She looked so sad.
“I know.”
“I’m sorry.” She held out her hand.
“At least you don’t have to deal with me anymore.”
“I wish that wasn’t true.”
“Aw, come on, what was that you said about beginnings?”
“You’ve made my job very hard.”
“Sorry.”
“It’s alright, I’m glad.”
He took one last look at the girl sleeping next to him, he brushed a lock of hair out of her sleeping face. He turned back to the angel and took her hand. Somehow he knew that this wasn’t quite the end.

Epilogue

Roderich heard a knock on the door. She was early. He went opened the door and sighed. She looked very good in black, even though the dress wasn’t as revealing as her other ones, she looked lovely. “Are you alright, libeling?” He said when she came in. Her eyes were red.
“Why did that idiot have to be right?” she sniffed.
“I’m sorry.”
“You’re not.”
“You loved him,” Roderich said, placing a hand on her head, “And I love you, so, yes, I am.”
She hugged him, “I miss him.”
“I know.”
“He was right about me.” She said, referring once again to the horrible things he’d called her before. Whenever she felt particularly guilty she said “he was right about me.” Roderich had to try very hard not to agree.
“Nein,” He pet her hair, “he wouldn’t want you to be sad like this.”
“I know.”
“Come on…I’ll make you some tea.”