Hi! Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, it belongs to the rightful owner! The characters belong to Himaruya Hidekaz

Elizabet opened her eyes and a beam of fear flashed before her. She woke up to the light again and not to her alarm clock. What was the time? She picked up her phone and checked it, then threw her not functioning clock at the other end of the room. She could have used her phone, but she never woke to its alarms.

It wasn't the first time in a short period that the red object didn't work. It hit the wall and broke to pieces. Whoops. But she was angry, so she had to take it out on something. And the broken object was the cause of her anger, it was a perfect for this purpose. Now, she needs to get a new one. She swiftly got dressed, but she didn't brushed her hair or had breakfast.

She picked up her books and bolted out of her apartment. She was in a hurry, her first period had already been started and she was still at home. She knew she wasn't going to make it, but she ran anyway. The crowd on the streets was terrible. She pushed everyone around to break a path and constantly apologized for it.

She arrived twenty minutes late from Biology class, and sneaked to the back of the classroom, panting heavily from hurrying. The professor didn't bat an eye, but she apologized yet again. Damn that stupid alarm! This had already been the second time on that week! Now she would have to ask someone for notes. She brushed away a curl of her brown hair and began to write. Her hands were still shaking and her heartbeat was fast. Well, this had an effect on her handwriting too. It was cramped and her pen punched through the thin paper of her notebook.

What a good way to start her day!

She had a free period in the early afternoon. It was a nice, sunny day of mid-automn, so she wanted to spend her time in the university's yard. She went to her favourite old, worn-out wooden bench and sat down, exhaling tiredly. It was her fourth semester but she just couldn't get used to the rush she always had been. She didn't even had the time for eating, however, this is what she got used to during months. She didn't intend it, but she had been losing weight all the time. She only needed a cup of coffee to get up mentally, which she couldn't get in the morning.

She turned on her laptop. This clever, grey machine held all of her informations and helped her being organised. She didn't trust smartphones too much, in fact, she didn't even own one. The small, old-fashioned ones were able to do what she wanted from a phone. Her computer quietly buzzed in her lap. She adjusted her green and white knitted helmet. Finally, her laptop turned on and she checked her mails. She always went through this, checking her inbox, pages she was interested in, her timetable, but she never expected anything new. It was just a rutine.

But this time, she got an e-mail which wasn't spam.

The adress wasn't familiar to her, so she opened it, frowning.

"Dear Toris,

We are in a totally big trouble! you and I messed up everything. I'm sorry, but it seems you can't do anything about it. And the truth is, I don't want you to either. This is about us. Mostly. Yep, you're my best friend, but it ends now. This is goodbye. I'm sorry, I can't work with you like this anymore.

So, the thing is: I was okay with lots of things for a reeeeaaally long time now. But I'm out of patience. We are best friends, right? Partners in crime? I'm supposed to share things with you, and I do. Okay, not always, but still. But if you do expect this, I can expect it from you too! You are always anxious about the smallest things, but yet, you don't say a word about it! But I have my problems too and I don't you to be one.

This time, I messed with your boss. Yes, that scary Russian dick you are scared of. Well, you should be, btw. I happen to know how he treats you and the others (and hello, the source wasn't you, which is totally uncool) So I went and told him what I thought. Those things wasn't nice, tho... And he told me... things about you. Stuff I couldn't even imagine about my beloved friend. I almost got into a fight for you, he was even threatening with calling the cops. He punched me in the face, though. I am forbidden to go there anymore. There is a chance that you're gonna be fired soon...

And the worst part: you didn't say a word about anything. Nothing about being violent with the costumers on a bad day nor about stealing small, but slightly valuable things from that place. Geez, if you need money, just tell me, don't go and nick ashtrays or anything. You worry about me, but you should be concerned about your life before mine. I want you to think about this. About your whole life, including our friendship. The basics, man. I'm gonna give you a little alone time, so you can fix everything and rethink your priorities...

I hope you understand this...

Best luck,

Feliks"

Wow. Her everyday English was a bit rusty due to the lack of use, but she understood this message perfectly. And well, this letter wasn't for her for sure! She didn't know who these two were, but this Toris must have been a shady guy. Her parents taught her manners and he needed to see this. So she clicked a few times and began to write an e-mail for Feliks.

"Dear Feliks

I am sorry, but I think you sent your letter to wrong adress. I am not your friend, Toris, but a girl (probably) far away from you. I am sorry for reading something personal, like your letter and I am not in position to give you advice either...

But maybe you two should talk about this problem face-to-face, not online (see what was the result of it). If Toris is really misleading you, yeah, you should cut yourself away from him. But maybe you just misunderstood the Russian guy. Why don't ask Toris?

I hope you two will be okay and sorry again for the interruption.

Best wishes

Elizabet"

She didn't want to dig in other people's life, certainly not in those's who she didn't know. She sent it and sighed. She hated people. And if these things were true, Toris didn't give him any reasons to think about mankind otherwise. Stealing? Really? Disgusting. Having these kind of secrets hidden from his bestie. This is the main reason she didn't have friends. She was the antisocial, introverted and maybe strange girl at the back of the classroom and she was perfectly fine with that.

The oak tree besides her started shaking from the gently blowing wind. A few acorn fell on her, but she just stared up at the tree, observing its brownish leaves what was still on the branches. The beams of light shined through the leaks of the tree's verdure. She held out her hand and caught a green yield. She clenched her fist around it and threw it away then leaned back and closed her eyes.

She felt the bench crack under her as if someone had just sit next to her. She looked at her right to figure out who was it.

An unusual and intense ruby red gaze met hers. It's owner was flashing a bright and confident smile for her. The boy had a strange appereance. His ruffled silver locks and eyes acted like a magnet for her. She hadn't seen an albino yet, but he was different than she imagined one. Yes, the basics were right: very pale skin, hair and lack of pigments in the eyes too. But above these, he had interesting face and features. He didn't have acnes or moles. His skin was completely flawless and smooth like marble for a first glance. His eye-teeth were sharp, almost like a stray animal's.

"Can I help you?" She asked eventually. She didn't have the nerve for a lame guy using a lame pick-up line.

"Actually, I can help you. You were late from Biology in the morning, and I thought you might need some notes." He had some kind of weird accent. He was certainly not a Hungarian. He dug into his bag and pulled out a few paper. She put down her laptom from her lap on the bench and took them. This was a big luck for her. She didn't know a single soul from her class and had no idea about how to catch up.

"Thanks. It's a great help." She spoke in English. The albino looked surprised, but smiled. She packed away the generous gift and hoped that the albino would go away, but no, he was still sitting next to her when she looked back. He extended his hand for her to shake it.

"I'm Gilbert Beilschmidt." Okay?

She sighed and took his hand after a second of hesitation.

"Elizabet Héderváry. Nice to meet you." She was so going to regret this. She made a rule on not to get in touch with people. They just weren't interested in her.

"So, Liz, can I call you Liz? So, what course are you taking? I want to get a degree as a natural scientist." Somehow, he was interested in her.

"I plan to be a doctor. I'm not sure which branch yet." She tried to sound courteous, but she didn't have enough energy for him. He nodded, as if he approved her decision.

He combed his hair with his fingers. She noticed how open and confident position he was sitting in: he crossed his legs, his upper body was completely turned to her and his left arm was placed on the back of the bench, causing the feeling of being friendly.

He took an attempt look at her computer screen, but she shut it down. It was her private space. He backed off.

"Do you have anything else you'd like to say or...?" She raised an eyebrow and he laughed. He had a catchy and obnoxious laugh.

"Okay, I see. My awesomeness is too much for you now! But you'll gonna grow to love it! See ya around, Liz!" He jumped up and pranced away, whistling. She couldn't be more grateful for him taking this hint.

She watched him glowing in the distance. Once you notice him, it's impossible to ignore his presence. She thought. It's extraordinary. She picked his notebook and opened it. He had a nice, neat handwriting, while hers was all messy and rushed, almost illegible.

She looked at her watch. They took all of her free time. Awesome. Luckily, she still had time for a coffee and a modest breakfast.

xXXx

Elizabet was tired and fell into her otherwise uncomfortable bed. She was thankful that this day was finally over. This was how she felt everyday in her life. Waiting for the current day to be over, so she could sleep.

A thought invaded her mind and she glanced towards the opposite wall of her bedroom, hoping she was wrong. But no, the broken remains of her rusty clock was on the floor. She groaned with dissatisfaction. I guess this is the typical 'no rest for the wicked' situation.'

She had no idea.

A/N

Thanks for reading this chapter. It was still kind of a prologue, but the next will be the pov of Feliks, which has more action in it, hopefully.

Anyway, if I did some grave mistake, please, let me now and I am open to every plot idea to help me, sooo review. :)

I plan to update this weekly, but school maybe won't let me, so sorry!