A/N: Teru here and I would like to open this chapter up with an apology. When I started this in... what, March? May? I didn't expect it to take as dark a twist as it is in my mind now. I'm sorry for the all pain I am probably going to cause, as it is inflicting it on me as well. I just wanted to get that out of the way now.

But back to reality, I would like to thank you all and I hope that me updating so quickly due to a rush of inspiration for this is a bit of satisfaction for everybody who has stuck by for this, waiting so long for me to get my act together and write. So without further ado, chapter 5.

Disclaimer: Still don't own Hetalia. You all know this song and dance by now.

The pain never seems to cease. Once they were here, now they are gone. Your heart still clings but they have vanished, never to love you again. Was it even worth it to begin with? Is your eternal torment worth the happiness you felt you had?All happiness is good for is being torn to pieces and replaced with despair. Misery. Regret.

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There was her beautiful face, smiling as it had all those years ago. Her eyes were closed but her smile was bright enough to atone for it. Tilted to one side adorably was her head, almost a porcelain white, shining in the sunlight that filtered through the trees.

Her arms, wrapped around his neck, pulling him close. The warmth filled him. His heart was beating frantically, feeling as though it was melting in his chest, just from being near her.

The warmth started to fade. He felt his heart resolidifying within the confines of it's bony prison. Her arms became unlatched, leaving his neck, and drifting away. The park scene was melting away into a gray, cloudy mess. He tried to reach her, getting off of the grass to his feet as fast as his legs would let him. She was being swallowed alive by the stormy clouds that had gathered within their perfect getaway.

He ran for her, reaching his hand out, desperate to save her from this fate. Her head and arms were all that were visible through the stormy sea attempting to drown her in it's wake. Unchanged remained the expression she displayed to him, still that same smile that was just melting his heart. Could it be that this was what she intended to happen?

Their arms were within a manageable distance of each other now. He was a step or two from being able to drag her from her dismal abyss that she was unaware of.

How can she remain so calm at a time like this? were the only words able to run through his mind.

Their fingertips were touching, that last little bit of flesh almost able to be joined, to save her, to bring her back to him. Her hair. Her eyes. The tip of her nose. They all seemed to be engulfed so quickly. Only her hand remained.

I can save her. He grabbed her fingers, trying to create a grip of her palm, but he was too late. Her hand was, just like the rest of her, out of his sight and out of his reach.

The raindrops had long been falling at this point. Gilbert could see the droplets dripping from the bill of his drab, gray hat. It seemed to melt into the scenery of the day, just as Elizaveta did whenever he remembered her. His coat was the same color, a drab raincloud gray, that seemed to instill sadness or boredom on anyone who dared lay eyes on it.

He felt as though he understood them. They weren't boring at all. They were his friends at that moment. They just wanted to be with him, embrace him, like no one else would. Was that so wrong of them?

Almost as though it were a pet, he started stroking the arm of the jacket, trying to console it, to remedy it's melancholic feeling.

Feeling as though it was unfair to leave it out, he pulled the hat off of his head and tucked it inside the coat, gingerly enough that it would not be crushed but enough to create a feeling of it being embraced by both he and the coat. After all they were all cut from the same cloth, destined to be lonely and sad. What's wrong with being lonely and sad together? You guys, or girls, are the only friends I have in this world right now. You care about me enough to be with me even when my own family is ignoring me.

As if on cue, his cell phone began to ring in his pocket. A teenaged blond boy's picture appeared on the screen. Hastily he picked up the phone, hoping his brother finally cared enough to talk to him.

"Hey b-bro." He fumbled around with his words, trying to get his bearings. "What's up?"

"Is that you Gil?" Ludwig seemed extremely confused, almost as in a daze.

"Yeah. What's up bro?" Someone finally remembered I exist. The joy felt as though it was starting to build pressure within him, ready to spew like a geyser at any moment.

"Sorry to bother you. I accidentally hit your number looking for Roderich's."

"Oh. Ok." His heart felt as though it had broken again, and Roderich, himself, was shredding the albino's soul to pieces.

"I'll talk to you when I get home." The phone clicked and flashed a red "call ended" message at him. I hate that bastard. He's stolen the girl I love. Now he's stolen my only brother. Why does he wish to watch me be destroyed?

Streaks of raindrops running down his face began to braid with streams of tears running down his cheeks. Even his friends, the hat and the coat, could no longer comfort him. My whole world is melting into those rainclouds. Can I just travel up to them?

Would it matter to those down here, if I simply melted away into nothingness. I basically have at this point. I mean, no one would notice right? What's the point in trying to be noticed anymore?

Anywhere is better than here. Some place to take the pain, the sadness, and everything in between away.

The sound of the sobs was masked by the splashing of the water, small bursts erupting around his feet. Thunder cracked in the sky, a loud wail as the clouds cried for the Prussian. The hat gracefully floated downward into a puddle, unbeknownst to the teenager who had now broken into a run.

I know where to go. I know where to end this. The place where the pain all began. A look of maniacal satisfaction crossed his face. Time to find out if anyone really will remember me.

The sprint began, sending him down several streets, hopping fences, bushes, sliding under bars. Anything that could get in his way in this city seemed as though it was suspended in time, waiting for him to pass it. A feeling of liberation had overtaken him. From life. From worry. From pain.

He finally kicked through the gate that laid at the entrance to the park. Everything stood as it was the last time he had been here. The rusted swingset, the cement tunnel, the browning monkey bars, and even the peeling jungle gym that everyone treated like a cage.

I think I see a winner. He started towards the jungle gym, his final prison of this lifetime sitting before him. He started to climb on the inside of it. The spaces in between the bars were just barely big enough to fit him through 10 years later. His coat, however, could not, snagging on a slightly ajar bar, and being ripped from his body.

"Is this what you all wanted to reduce me to?" His yells filled the skies. "You succeeded at reducing me to nothing!You made me stop existing in this world!You are the ones who decided I should no longer exist, not me!" His gaze went around the park almost as though he was expecting someone to listen to his ranting.

There she stood on the swing set, grasping the brown and black chains, the black seat under her boots, as he pushed her. Her green dress with the white apron seemed to flutter in the breeze as naturally as a butterfly. That trademark smile still painted the canvas of her face, even more beautiful and radiant than it had ever been before. Her laugh could melt the heart of even Ludwig's old bosses.

"Have I ever seen her that happy? Did I ever make her that happy? What does he have that I don't?"

He gently cupped her hand in his own and helped her from the swings. She took a soft step onto the ground and laid a light kiss on his chin, just above his mole, almost as she was teasing him. He in turn slid his arm around her back, took her hand lovingly in his own, and gently, lovingly let her drop, almost like a feather, towards the ground.

He kept her from the ground, only the very tips of her hairs brushing it. He started to draw her back into his loving embrace, before whispering, ever so quietly, into her ear. Her eyes brightened, to a point that would have melted hearts and blinded eyes, as she emphatically started nodding her head. She threw her arms around his neck, gazed deeply into his violet eyes, and drew his lips upon hers.

Almost as soon as they had appeared they vanished into nothingness, fading away into the scenery of the park.

He turned his head a little more. The park gate seemed to draw his attention.

There she was with him again, her brown hair resting on his blue coat. They were staring at the clouds in the sky, giggling as they squeezed each others hand. He took his hand and wrapped it around her shoulder, looking relaxed as they laid back to get a better view.

From the other side of the gate, an albino boy, no older than 13, burst through the gate, rage possessing his already red eyes. He grabbed the Austrian boy by his collar, lifting him off the table, and violently tossing him into the dirt. Fear had taken it's grip on Roderich.

"This is all I could think to do though," he whispered to himself. "He took something, no. Someone who was mine. Stole her from me. How else was I supposed to respond?"

The white-haired albino threw himself on the boy in the dirt, a flurry of punches connecting with his face, his chest, his stomach, even the sides of his neck. Blood was dripping from Roderich's mouth and nose, flowing like a trickling stream. The blows kept coming from all angels, never ceasing, as the monster within Gilbert had taken over.

"Stop it," she cried. She tried to pull the Prussian off of the other boy, hoping to end the fight. He merely batted her arm away. He had now reached his hands around Roderich's shoulders, pounding the boy's head into the dirt.

"He needed to feel my pain. What he had caused me."

Elizaveta, panicking, kicked her friend in the chest, to get him off of the Austrian. She grabbed Roderich's hand, helping him to his feet, before letting him lean on her for support. She cast a death glare Gilbert's way through tears, as she helped the limping Roderich through the gate and out of the park.

"It all makes sense. I would hate me too." Sadness once again took it's grip on Gilbert's heart, crushing it in it's fist. He fell to his knees, looking up, realization hitting him like that kick to the chest, before falling back-first to the ground.

"I would hate me too." He fell into a silent trance as he stared at the raindrops crashing down to earth like his views of reality.

A/N: Phew. Super emotionally charged, with a heart full of feelings poured into it. I hope you all enjoyed and I hope to see you all again in the next installment. Arrivaderci.