DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN YOU OR HETALIA. ಠ_ಠ

This is a one-shot!!

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The masquerade party at my school was stunning so far. I twirled into my strapless _(fav color)_ dress, while letting my necklace glow in the dim light. I was dancing with one of my classmates to a slow, soothing waltz. I twisted and there was another partner rotation. I flashed a friendly smile at my previous partner and moved on. That's when I felt a familiar burn in my stomach. It flared more wild than fire and it made me shoot a cold glare at my albino partner.

"Guten tag, frau."

"Gilbert Beilschmidt, don't you dare even speak to me."

Two pairs of sad, ruby eyes looked into mine. I shivered as he gave me that same look that night. The night when I spotted my ex-boyfriend, Gilbert, kissing another girl.

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I could clearly see without any doubt that Gilbert was kissing another girl. They were under street lights, and it looked as though they were under a spotlight. Gilbert spotted me and pushed the girl, running up to me.

"I… this is a misunderstanding—"

"Forget it, I want to break up with you."

"_(your name)_, please hear me out."

"Do you realize how cliché this break up is?"

I walked away, leaving the Prussian behind with the mystery girl. I didn't bother to turn around. I mean, Gilbert didn't even try to follow me. Or truly prove that it was the end of our relationship. It was. And I hated it so much, I cried all night.

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"Please, I want you to lend me your ear…"

"Never. This is the end."

I look at my feet and bite my bottom lip. I shoot another glare at the albino before stepping on his foot. I quickly regretted it.

"You're wearing those shoes I gave you, _(your name)_."

I remained silent, remembering that 'Cinderella's Shoe Shopping Day'—one of those days when I had thought love would last forever. Gilbert had taken me out shopping and said I could shop for whatever I want, and that he would pay for all of it, as long as I don't go overload. He bought me a nice pair of _(fav color), _(fav party shoes)_ that matched the dress I was wearing now.

"Yeah."

I whispered under my breath. I felt the tears swell up, and pushed Gilbert away from me. I didn't want him to see me like this, even though I knew he wouldn't care.

I ran out of the crowd and shuffled through my bag to find a red lipstick. I took my shoes off and scribbled some words on one of them, while running away from the albino who was now chasing me. I threw the shoes to the ground and kept running.

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_(your name)_ pushed me and ran. It was sudden, so I didn't know how to react at first. But I quickly ran after her, and she threw something at the floor. They were the shoes. I bent down and picked it up to see something written on it.

Find me if you are my prince

I looked up to see her open the doors to the stairwell down the hallway. I ran after her, taking the shoes with me. I heard her light, soft footsteps run upstairs, and I followed her.

Why couldn't _(your name)_  realize that I needed her so desperately? She was my life, and that stupid, drunk woman had kissed me out of nowhere had messed it all up. I attempted to tell her through text messages, but it didn't take long for me to know for sure that _(your name)_ deleted not only the messages, but my phone number as well.

But soon, I ran out of breath and I couldn't hear her anymore. That's when it hit me.

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I ran to the rooftop and hid in the shadows, crying my heart out. The wall that I had built between me and him… I had made it, yet I wanted it to tear down into ashes. But I didn't. Why? Because I was a coward.

Then I heard the rooftop door open, and I held my breath. Was it…? It might be. I wished it was. Soon enough, I saw the same, pleading eyes looking into mine. I froze. I felt paralyzed by his gaze. Without warning, Gilbert grabbed me into an embrace.

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I wrapped my arms around _(your name)_'s stone-cold body. I held on tightly so she wouldn't run away again. This was the same exact spot when I had confessed my love to her.

At first, _(your name)_ struggled and tried to push me away, again. But soon, the tears that she held within had weakened her, making her cry into my shoulder. I patted her head, trying to calm her down. She soon did, and we stood there in silence, under the frail moonlight that shone through several gray clouds.

"Gilbert?"

"Ja, _(your name)_?"

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay. Most of it is my fault."

"Tell me two things. Who was that girl."

I sighed and smiled, gently pushing her back, making me see her face. I brushed away several tears from her cheeks with my finger and chuckled.

"Francis' cousin—she was drunk."

She stared at me with uncomfortable eyes, showing regret. I embraced her again, and _(your name)_ hugged me back.

"I'm such an idiot."

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The wall slowly crumbled, and I felt so dumb that I had broken up with Gilbert. I bet he tried telling me through those millions of text messages he sent me, yet I didn't even bother reading one of them. And I know that what Gilbert said wasn't a lie—and don't even ask how I know about this.

"Second. Is it alright to be yours again?"

Gilbert smiled and pulled me in for a light, chaste, kiss. He then whispered into my ear with a nice, soft ring.

"Of course."

And so he pulled me into another kiss, except longer and more passionate. He then handed my shoes back to me and I giggled as I slipped into them.

"I love you, Gilbert."