A/N: Second part of Kaland - this thing is finally done! Enjoy, guys~

Gilbert watched as she ran away, keeping the taser firmly implanted into the stranger's back until he was sure he had passed out. He doubted he would ever have to use that thing, but it was a good thing he had had it at that moment.
He stood back and wiped his forehead. He wondered why Eliza had fled so easily, sure, he yelled at her but that would've done nothing in the past.. She would've kicked her captor's butt and then he would be next. She'd always be the one to throw the first punch when they were younger..

Back in the car, Elizaveta pulled her knees up to her chest and glared out the window, at nothing in particular, she just didn't want to make eye contact when the other returned. When Gilbert did finally pull away from the man, he looked over him one last time, and sighed. Now he was sure Elizaveta would never want to spend time with him again if this was the type of trouble they would get into every time he got her out of that house. He gave the passed out, motionless body an annoyed kick, then ran back to join the other.
As soon as he reached the car, he got in, slammed the door shut and pulled out of the parking lot within moments.

"We're leaving."

It was late in the night before Roderich realized he didn't have Elizaveta to show off with. He had seen her house ago but had lost sight of her in the crowds and now she was nowhere to be seen. He had asked friends, butlers, maids; nobody had seen her, and the pressure of this as well as entertaining was starting to get to him.

He left the hall to get some fresh air and halted right in the doorway when he spotted a discarded jacket on the floor. Upon further inspection, it appeared to be a midnight black tuxedo jacket with silver cross cufflinks and a crimson red silk lining. The Austrian glowered and folded the jacket neatly over one arm. Of course.

"Gilbert."

Deeming it safe enough, Gilbert had pulled up alongside a dirt road. He recognised this place because it was along the outskirts of town and this was where he and Elizaveta would play as children since it was so far away from Roderich's overbearing friendship. It had changed a lot since then, though, back then it lead out into the woods and that was all but gone now.
They sat in silence for a while; Gil only being able to imagine how the situation would've made his friend feel, and Eliza repeating the thought to herself in her head.
She was weak, she had changed, she had lost herself.

There was another brief span of silence before she decided to try and save some sort of dignity.

".. I-I would've beaten him, you know.." She blurted out in a defensive mess. Her emerald orbs locked on the window, staring out into the darkened sky to hide her moment of weakness from the other. Gilbert smiled somewhat sadly and nodded along, deciding it better to go along with it rather than argue and make her feel worse.

"I know it. You've handed my butt to me more times than I can count and that guy looked high or something." He stopped when he realized he was making the stranger seem weaker, and in turn making Eliza look pathetic for not fighting him. He grimaced and scratched the back of his head, leaning back in his car seat before shrugging. "You're a strong woman, Liz." And he placed a hand on the brunette's shoulder gently, so as not to frighten her. Elizaveta only forced out a defending scoff and tried to act like she wasn't already crying.

"What, you're going soft on me now, too?" She glanced at the hand on her shoulder and then across to meet the Prussian's cerise gaze, and felt a similar colour seep into her cheeks. Gil grinned and flinched the hand away to show his palms defensively.

"I'm just trying to be an awesome friend," he insisted, resting the hand on the gearstick now and looking out in front of the car. He focused on the horizon, where the black of the sky above them faded out into a cobalt blue and then met with the dusty and barren plain they had stopped in. "Did you.. want to come back to mine?" He offered, glancing over.

Eliza blinked and lost her frown, eyes darting away to think. "Come on, it's not like you can go back there just yet, huh." He raised the hand again to point at the watery mascara marks running down her cheeks. "Not looking like that, anyway. You look rough." And he laughed, and she rolled her eyes.

"Fine, I'll come, but from what I remember from before; your place will need a clean." She folded her arms, now slowly forgetting her previous embarrassment or resentment, and Gilbert played along to encourage this.

"Oh!" He leaned away, raising an eyebrow in jest. "Is that how it is?" And Elizaveta curled her lips into a mocking smirk, humming a positive response.

"Mhm hmmmm..!"
The white haired man shook his head with an exasperated laugh and gripped the steering wheel again, starting the car back up.

"You posh chicks, you're too hard to please sometimes."

After a short while of driving, the car pulled up in the driveway of a house surrounded by forest. It stood tall, but wasn't overly big, and looked well-kept and quite grand despite being owned by Gilbert, of all people, which surprised Elizaveta. She was determined to appear unimpressed, either way.
Gil got out of the car first and circled round to Eliza's side and opened the door for her, bowing down in an exaggerating way to clearly mock and make fun of Roderich, and the Hungarian laughed.

"What? That's how he does it, right? A lady mustn't be burdened with the task of opening her own door – ain't that right, your Highness?" And he offered a hand to help her out, her bad ankle still in the back of his mind despite the joking around.

As soon as she got out of the car, Elizaveta frowned a little and hugged herself, it seemed colder out here on the outskirts of familiar territory than it had on the balcony back at home.

"Behold! Fort Awesome!" Gil threw him hands up to show off the cabin and grinned, turning back to face the other. "H...Hey, you're shaking.."

"I lost your jacket, of course I'm going to be cold!"

"I'm not cold." He raised an eyebrow, chuckling.

"That's because you have a thick layer of stupid protecting you." She was one move away from reverting back to childish antics and poking her tongue out to the other. Gilbert's grin grew – genuinely happy that she seemed to be back to normal.

"Ohh, so we have a fighter on our hands." He put both hands on his hips and eyed her up. "Sure could'a used thisLizzie back in the parking lot." He folded his arms, mocking the other's stance. Elizaveta glared and stepped forward, fire in her eyes.

"Listen, I could've beaten him if I had the chance! You ran over with your fat ego and took him out before I could!" she pouted up at him, trying to defend her point.

"Ah, really? Well then I apologise, your Majesty." He kept his grin and leaned down in a bow, earning a light shove from the Hungarian. "Why don't you show me your moves, huh? What d'ya say?" He smirked, tilting his head, and the brunette turned her back to him, scowling.

"No."

"Come onnn.." He almost whined, bending down a little to her height with his hands on his hips, holding back a mean comment; knowing she probably wasn't ready for real joking around when it came to what had just happened, yet. "What, did you forget how to fight? Is that from living with Ol' Roddy?" He chuckled again and reached down to grab her arm. "What if I grabbed you like he di—"

He was cut off by Elizaveta whipping round and striking him right in the nose, having had enough of his teasing. He stumbled back a few steps and held his face and struggled to contain a pained groan. That had hurt.

"..!" Eliza blinked and rushed over to his side. "I-Isten, Gil, are you okay?" She pulled his hand away and winced at the thick trail of blood that had already reached his lips from his nose.

"Jeez, Lizzie.." He squinted, his eyes watering, and chuckled. ".. That's more 'like it.." And she laughed through her nose and hunched her shoulders up a little, her blush reappearing.

"..Come on, obviously I need to fix you up now."

Gilbert had been put on a stool in his own kitchen, his feet looping round its metal legs, and his elbows pulled back and resting against the countertop behind him as he waited. He usually didn't care for bandaging up and just preferred to 'see what happens' – if anything, the ladies loved wounds on men, right? Shows they were tough … and awesome, yeah.
He kept his head tilted back and closed his eyes to stop the light hanging above him from blinding him as he followed strict instructions to try and stop the blood loss. He heard hurried footsteps and a sharp slap on the shoulder when he tried to look back down.

"I told you, keep it pointed up." Eliza scolded, having retrieved everything she needed to fix the wound on his top lip and nose.
She stood in between the Prussian's casually parted legs and held a cloth under his nose and reached around the back of his head to slowly, carefully tilt his head back down. "..There, does it hurt?" She pressed gently across the bridge of his nose and he hissed, and she bite her lip. "Sorry.."

A few minutes passed in silence with the occasional wince or flinch away when a bandage was applied with too much pressure or Eliza pressed down on a hurting spot without knowing, always followed by an apology.

"Almost done, you big baby." She smiled, gaze flickering up to meet Gilbert's, then away again as she busied herself.
Gilbert himself had kept quiet until this point; worried that if he messed this up, it'd push her away when they had come so far. He wasn't used to seeing this side of Eliza, even after knowing her for so long, and on so many levels over the years. She was showing tiny fragments of her previous self – the one Gilbert had fallen in love with all those years ago, and those fragments were shining through. The posh, cold-hearted goody-two-shoes front was fading; Lizzie was back.

"Now hold still, this might hurt.. so I'll be gentle." She mused, holding up another strip of bandage and some medical tape and inching in closer.

"Oh, so up until now you've been going rough?" He smirked, raising his eyebrows, and Elizaveta laughed a little, brushing off the comments.

"If you didn't fidget so much.." She lay the bandage over the dressings she had already put on his nose, and applied enough surgical tape to keep it in place, then moved down to his top lip. "You're going to have to shut your mouth for this one, what a shame." Another laugh and she poured a small amount of a clear liquid Gilbert didn't even know he had onto a cloth.
The albino watched with a calmness his features weren't yet used to. Elizaveta was so graceful in all that she did, so elegant. Maybe living with the prissy Austrian haddone some good.. she was actually acting like a lady for the most part. He held his breath when he was told to, kept pressure with a cloth where Eliza needed it, remained quiet and kept his joking to a minimum while she worked away. He was just happy she was so close and willing to do this for him.

"Thank you.." He murmured, without even realizing. He blinked, a little surprised at himself and Eliza stopped what she was doing, hardly expecting that. She waved it away dismissively and glanced away again and Gil smiled at her embarrassment.

"Here.." The brunette stepped closer, almost pressing herself against the Prussian's sitting body, and pressed the cloth doused in the medical liquid against the split in his lip, earning a wince. After a few moments, she tilted her head and her eyes softened, keeping in the other's eye-line and they stayed like that until a muffled voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

"..It tastes weird." A stifled complaint from underneath the cloth.
Elizaveta hummed momentarily, absent of all cares or worries. Then she pulled the cloth away, and replaced it with her own lips; kissing the Prussian with a soft but firm pressure so as not to reopen his wound.
Two arms raised up to hold the brunette's petite waist, more than happy to keep her in place, and he welcomed the connection, kissing back to match the Hungarian's enthusiasm.

It was early morning when Roderich was alerted of both Elizaveta and Gilbert returning to the house. He agreed to meet them in entrance hall, and when he did, he glowered at them with a face like thunder and presented the jacket with an expectant glare.

"How could you be so disrespectful?" He reprimanded from the other side of the desk after they moved to a small business room in the house. "After everything I've done for you both, you embarrass me in front of possible future business investors!"
Roderich went on, listing off the likely consequences of them both playing truant the party the night before.
Elizaveta sat slumped in her chair, hardly bothered to put on a fake show again or act as if the matter concerned her all that greatly anymore.
Gilbert simply leaned back, having grown used to being admonished by the Austrian, and rolled his eyes and scoffed at any given chance.

"I grow tired of having to scold you both like children! I would expect this from Gilbert any day; but you, Elizaveta, I am surprised at."
They sat beside each other, hands connected under the table, fingers intertwined, and Eliza spoke up finally.

"You have my apologies, Roderich…" She glanced across at the albino to her left with a knowing smile, earning a matching one back, and then looked back to the furious Austrian before them both. "..I just had an awesometime!"

A/N: aahh Kaland is doneee .u. Hope you enjoyed that, guys! My writing may have slacked a little towards the end.. I was nervous about writing a kiss with these two, for some reason ;;' This is the first time I've ever written anything PruHun-ish :'D I hope I got all the characters right and that I didn't disappoint!

Thank you so much for reading - Awesome times for anyone who reviews! :D