Author Commentary; Okay, second last chapter, then it over (and please don't ask me for more, I've got other things I really need to work on).

Character/Pair; PruCan, FrUk, plotdevice FraCan & USUK, side SpaMano, GerIta, RoChu & GiriPan, onsided PruHun

Rating; T

Warnings; Genderbending (Female Canada/England/SouthItaly/NorthItaly/Japan/China), AU, some angst, heartbreak, mentioned sexual encounters, swearing

Disclaimer; I don't own Hetalia.

Madeline sat down on Gilbert's bed and looked up at it's owner. Gilbert sat next to her, the mattress bouncing a little. Neither of them said a word for a long moment. An uncomfortable silence stretched between them until they both attempted to break it.

"Gilbert I-"

"Birdie we-"

At the same time.

They stopped, waited for the other to speak for a moment before starting at the same time again, then burst out laughing together. When it died down Gilbert spoke, alone this time.

"So, do you want to go first?" he asked between giggles.

"No, that's okay, you go first." Madeline said, still shaking from her laughing fit.

"You sure?"

"Yes."

"Really sure?"

"Yes."

"Positive?"

"Yes."

*gasp* "You have AIDS!"

"Gilbert!"

They both broke into another fit of uncontrollable laughter. They laughed so hard that when Ludwig passed by them, he gave them a strange look and sped up a little. This only served to make them laugh even harder. When they finally managed to stop, they lay panting on the bed, their stomachs hurting from the amount of laughing they just did. For a moment, the only sounds in the room was the heavy breathing of the two of them trying to catch their breath.

Suddenly, Madeline spoke, "Francis and I broke up." she said.

Gilbert tensed, "Sorry."

"It's not your fault." Madeline said.

"Yeah right, yes it is." Gilbert thought. He rolled over to face Madeline, "You okay?" he asked.

"Yes." Madeline said automatically, then sighed, "No, I'm not actually."

"Tell me about it." Gilbert asked.

Madeline took a deep breath, "My family is falling apart." she said, "My parents are fighting themselves into a divorce, and I think they might actually try to kill each other if things continue like this. My father wants to keep me his 'innocent little girl' and my mother wants me to become a younger version of her. The only one in my family who truly gives a shit is Alfred. He managed to get a hold of Mr. Jameson and threaten to call the police if he ever tried to contact me again. On top of that, I've been so confused about my feelings for Francis and you and-"

"Wait, what?" Gilbert asked, "What was that last part."

"I said I . . ." Madeline blushed, "Er, I mean I . . . Um, maybe, kinda, like you . . . a little." Madeline trailed off, her voice getting quieter as she talked.

Gilbert nearly choked on his tonsils; Maddie liked him? And she wasn't dating Francis anymore?This was too good to be true! Gilbert smiled and reached out toward her hand, ready to tell her how he felt, when she leapt off the bed and began pacing around the room.

"I-I'm sorry! I know you hate relationships and that your still hurting about Elizaveta and everything, but I just wanted you to know my feelings! Please don't feel obligated to do anything for me or anything. You've really helped me out a lot already. I-I think I'll just go now." Madeline said, turning and walking toward the door, fully intending to leave the house and find a different place to stay the night.

Gilbert shot up and grabbed Madeline's elbow, "Wait!" he cried, spinning Madeline around and pulling her into his chest.

"G-Gilbert?" Madeline squeaked into his shirt, shocked by the sudden action.

"Don't go." Gilbert said, "You haven't heard what I was going to tell you."

Madeline raised an eyebrow, "Okay then, go on."

Gilbert's arms pulled Madeline closer to him, his hands resting on her thin shoulder and her curvy waist, "I'm in love with you." he said, glad that he couldn't blush.

Madeline, who was not albino and therefore could blush, went as red as a tomato. Her heart beat so loud in her chest that she was sure that Gilbert could hear it, "W-what?" she stuttered.

Gilbert growled, "Don't make me say it again!" he shouted, "It's embarrassing." he mumbled.

Madeline blushed harder, "Y-you like me?" she whispered.

Gilbert didn't say anything, but Madeline could feel him nod. Madeline didn't know whether to cry, leap for joy, or faint, so she settled for letting out a sound that was somewhere between a cry and a choked cough. Gilbert chuckled deep in his chest and pulled her even closer to him, resting his chin on the top of her head.

"Your so cute Birdie." he said, "Really really cute."

Madeline huffed and buried her face into Gilbert's chest, "M'not that cute." she protested.

Gilbert laughed, "But you are. Your as cute as a button!" he said, tickling her sensitive sides.

Madeline giggled, "Cut it out!" she squealed.

"Never!" Gilbert cried, pouncing on Madeline and tickling her so much that she laughed until she felt her lungs would burst. They somehow managed to wind up on the bed again, Gilbert poised overtop of Madeline while she squirmed beneath him. Gilbert finally relented, suspending himself about her smaller frame via elbows and knees. While she caught her breath, Gilbert suddenly took the time to notice their . . . suggestive position. With a grunt, he shoved himself up and swung his leg around so he wasn't straddling her. Madeline didn't seem to notice though, and calmed herself down enough to smile up at him.

Gilbert smiled back, "You really are cute." he said.

Madeline blushed, but smiled again, "Thanks Gilbert."

Gilbert grinned and got up from the bed, "Come on. I think there's a hockey game on tonight. Something about Russia against Canada."

In the blink of an eye, Madeline was up, out the door and all but stampeding down the stairs to the living room. Gilbert heard a small tussle, the TV being switched to the correct channel, and the high pitched whining of Feliciana, who was missing her cooking show. Gilbert laughed and walked down the stairs, joining Madeline, Feliciana, and Ludwig in the living room.

"Ve~! But I wanted to watch my show!" Feliciana whined.

Madeline squeezed herself onto the couch next to Feliciana, "But it's the quarter finals with Canada playing Russia on home ice. If Canada wins this, they're one step closer to being named the world champions, again." Madeline said.

Feliciana pouted, but Ludwig patted her arm, "I'm sure it'll be on again, and besides, haven't you seen that one anyways?"

"Well, yeah. But it's my favourite. It's all about pasta." Feliciana said.

Gilbert laughed and sat down on the couch on Madeline's other side, "Oh don't be a spoil sport. If my girl wants to watch hockey for a while, then let her. Besides, you've had the TV for an hour now, it's her turn."

"Ve~, I suppose." Feliciana said, then brightened, "Oh! This is Gilbert's girlfriend? Ve~ I didn't know!"

Gilbert smiled and threw his arms around Madeline, "Yup! Maddie here is my new girl, so get used to her, she's here for good."

Feliciana giggled and clapped her hands, "Yay! Congratulations Gilbert and Maddie! I'll go make some pasta to celebrate!" she cried, jumping up and running off to the kitchen.

Ludwig raised an eyebrow at them, but chose to chase after Feliciana instead, "Be careful with the ingredients, I just cleaned the kitchen."

Madeline looked after them with a WTF look on her face, but Gilbert only laughed.

"You'll get used to it Birdie." he said.

Madeline smiled at him, "Guess I'll have to if I plan to stick around."

Gilbert smiled and pulled his arm tighter around her and kissed her forehead, "I hope you do, mein schatz {My treasure}."

Author Commentary; Okay then, epilogue, here we go!