Well I'm back XD I've gotten a new computer so now I've got unrestricted access to fanfiction and I'm able to update again! Unfortunately, I have to rewrite all the chapters for the fanfictions I still have in progress because they were really depressingly bad. But they're all better now! Well…at least the first set that I have finally finished rewriting :D

There was a lot of extra history I was going to throw into this fanfic…but I decided that it was really just fluff that was distracting from the actual story which is focused on Gil and Lizzy's relationship…so this chapter is going to cover the in-between years that I was going to write in detail. I hope you like it…

Gilbert could only watch over time as Hungary and Poland formed an alliance right after he was kicked out. He wished that he hadn't left. Maybe if he had refused to leave she would still be friends with him.

The Ottomans swept through the world. His pride was hurt. And it cost him dearly. They swept through like a storm. And that girly idiot deserted her. When Poland left, she stood against the Ottomans alone. She was beautiful. He could see her from the border, standing against him as his army ripped through hers. The Ottoman Empire stood over her and beheaded her king just to break her spirit. And it worked. The one thing Gilbert had never thought he would see was Elizaveta falling. The Ottoman swept her up and ripped her into pieces. One part was absorbed by the Ottoman Empire, another became the province of Transylvania which was taken by Romania, and the third was given to Austria. That damn pansy! But Gilbert still didn't help. He was too cowardly to stop them. He had once been her greatest ally, her best friend yet he hadn't lifted a finger to prevent her destruction… And because of that the nation of Hungary was no more.

Elizaveta looked around the battlefield, her men were dying all around her. These wars had been going on for far too long. She smiled as she and the Ottoman Empire finally locked eyes. She knew he was winning, but she had never backed down from a fight. And this was not going to be an exception. She watched Poland run away and leave her to face the threats alone. He won. The last thing she saw before the world went black was her king's head rolling along the ground in front of her.

It's been so long since Gilbert had seen her… He could barely remember what she had been like as a boy. The image of Elizaveta all dressed up and frilly. He had been too concerned with his own problems…his little brother was finally growing up. And he heard from Poland that she was independent again. Gilbert longed to see Elizaveta standing strong against the world again.

For so long she had been a possession…and she had finally gained her independence again. After the Ottoman wars and the occupation, then being split her new king was finally starting to believe she was strong enough to stand alone. She had met with Poland, it wasn't his fault he deserted her. He had explained that his king forced him to leave the battlefield when it became obvious that they were going to lose. Feliks' betrayal hurt, but not nearly as much as the betrayal of the man she once called her friend. She knew that she should be happy that Gilbert hadn't come back. She hadn't seen him since he was kicked out of her house. Elizaveta would never admit that she missed him. He would never have left her when she needed him most.

Of course nothing good ever seems to last. The very same day that Gilbert finally crossed the border to visit her Austria reclaimed her land. He reached the capital when Roderich was executing the "rebels" which was all of the people truly loyal to Hungary. And for the second time Gilbert watched her resistance crumble as she was overrun by the Austrians. While he stood by and did nothing.

Elizaveta's heart soared as she looked out in the crowd and caught a flash of white hair. Did he really come back? Was he finally here when she needed him most? She needed an ally. Even if it was Gilbert. She did her best to wriggle out of the ropes binding her wrists, her eyes darted to the Austrian who was setting up the gallows for the imminent execution of her most loyal citizens. On her other side was Russia, who had swooped in to help Austria defeat her. She screamed as the first 'rebel' hung. Her eyes darted to the crowd. Where had he gone? Wasn't he coming back? Gilbert had always been her best friend.

The last of the rebels died and Elizaveta stopped resisting. There wasn't any point. No one was coming to help her. And she couldn't see the albino in the crowd anymore. Gilbert had deserted her…but she couldn't be angry at him. All she could do was cry. But this time she didn't pass out when Austria took her away. She knew that she was going to be miserable and become enslaved under Austria's rule. What she never expected was to be dragged to a church and forced to marry her conqueror. The ceremony was fairly simple, and the bride was held in place by soldiers and ropes. But on the way to the church she did see Gilbert running back toward the border, leaving her to the mercy of the nation that she had once made fun of.

Okay...so that was kinda short. I hoped you guys liked it. Please don't kill me if you're a fan of AusHun! I just don't like that pairing from a historical perspective. Because the entire Austro-Hungarian empire was dominated by Austria and characterized by numerous Hungarian rebellions that were harshly put down by the Austrians. So if you're an AusHun fan then you might want to skip the next chapter. :T Sorry, but I'm not going to compromise history for some fluff.