Hetalia one shots

Partners in Crime - Pruhun

Elizabeta - Hungary
Gilbert - Prussia
Notes or thought in italics for this chapter.
(I know absolutely nothing of this ship, so I would like to apologize in advance)
*Con artist au*

Elizabeta was sitting on the couch at Gilbert's house, he wasn't there but she was sure he was okay with it. He had to be, he gave her the key to his apartment. She didn't necessarily want to be there but she had to. She was being followed by some shady people so she had to hideout.

Gilbert was as, you say it, her partner in crime. The Clyde to her Bonnie. The...shit I ran out of analogies, well you get the point. Gilbert and her would meet at the local flea market everyday an hour after it would open and scam the poor suckers that'd happen to pass by.

However, Gilbert couldn't make it which now that Elizabeta thought about it, was kinda strange. Gilbert didn't really have any reason to not be there. Elizabeta wondered silently about the reasons he could be absent, however she didn't put much thought into it because it wasn't uncommon for Gilbert to go disappear out of the blue. They had a mutual agreement that they wouldn't worry about the other if or when they went missing. They could take care of themselves and they both knew that.

There was a sound of the lock clicking and the door opening loudly. Gilbert stomped into the living room in which Elizabeta was residing in. His already white hair was covered in snow along with the shoulders of his navy blue jacket. Elizabeta glanced outside and saw the snow pelting down against the faint outline of the buildings across the street.

"Caught in the storm?" Elizabeta asked with a raised eyebrow. Gilbert just grumbled, shook the snow off his shoulders and head and stomped to the kitchen. He reappeared with a beer in hand and his coat thrown over near the wall. "Really?" Elizabeta questioned with a glance at the glass bottle in his hand. "It's 2:00 in the afternoon." She finished with a 'tsk'.

"It's 5:00 somewhere." Gilbert grumbled and took a swig of the cold beer.

"Wouldn't you prefer something warm?" Elizabeta asked. "I mean you just got out of a snow storm." Elizabeta motioned to the window to her side. Gilbert threw a glare her way and she raised her hands in faux surrender. "Gilbert's a grumpy baby today, isn't he?" Elizabeta asked teasingly. This earned her another icy glare. Again she raised her hands in surrender with a smirk twisting her lips.

"I'll have you know zhe awesome me just got stuck up." Gilbert said bitterly and took another swig of beer.

"Again?" Elizabeta asked. "That'd be for the..." Elizabeta took a second to count out on her fingers. "Fifth time in 10 days."

"Not that many!" Gilbert exclaimed and threw his hands up for dramatic effect.

"Yeah, there was that girl you met at the coffee shop, then the one you met at the bar, then the other one you met at the bar, then-"

"I get the point Liz." Gilbert interrupted. Elizabeta smirked again and rested against the couch.

"Just saying." Elizabeta shrugged.

"Well, what you're saying is annoying." Gilbert replied.

"It's also the truth." Elizabeta replied. Gilbert responded with a grumble. Elizabeta grumbled mockingly at Gilbert and walked to the kitchen. "Do you want something to eat?" Elizabeta called from the kitchen.

"No." Gilbert answered.

"Have you eaten already?" Elizabeta asked in a mother duck kind of way.

"Yes." Gilbert answered back. This, too was normal for them. On days Gilbert got stood up, Elizabeta would ask if he wanted anything to eat, he'd say no, telling her he had already eaten, even though he hadn't. Elizabeta knew he hadn't eaten but she thought it best to not push him.

"Okay." Elizabeta replied. Elizabeta came back with a bowl full of leftover Chinese food from last night and started eating. Gilbert held an almost empty bottle of beer in his hand and stared at the small tv that was turned to a random channel. They sat in the living room, blanketed in silence. Most of their time together was like this.

Gilbert and Elizabeta were content with that. Elizabeta and Gilbert stayed like that till it was late at night. Elizabeta glanced at the clock on the wall which read 10:49. Elizabeta stood up, stretched and bid Gilbert a goodnight. Gilbert mumbled goodnight.

Elizabeta crawled into the small bed which Gilbert always kept ready for her in case. The mattress springs creaked as she settled in a comfortable position. 'I wonder what's wrong with Gil.' Elizabeta thought as she nuzzled into the warm quilt. She quickly fell asleep. Soft breaths of air could be heard in the room.

The sun peaked through the curtains and over Elizabeta's eyes which stirred her from her slumber. She sat up in place and stretched her arms above her head with a long, drawn out yawn. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

Elizabeta walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge. Nothing but leftover takeout and beer. Elizabeta sighed. She needed something other than day old takeout.

Elizabeta looked around and noticed Gilbert wasn't anywhere. 'He's probably asleep.' She thought. It wasn't unusual for him to sleep late until Elizabeta woke him. She walked to Gilbert bedroom but he wasn't there. Elizabeta was confused. He'd never get up this early. Looking around, Elizabeta didn't notice anything out of place. Looking closer she saw a small note on the worn out coffee table. It read

We've taken away your sunshine. What'll you do now?

Elizabeta was confused. Who were these people? What did they mean by taken away her sunshine? Elizabeta brushed it off and got ready to do what her and Gilbert normally did everyday. Scam innocent passerby's out of their money. Though she didn't let it show, the note made her a bit uneasy.

Days passed and Gilbert hadn't returned. Elizabeta was now panicking. Who would she call? Certainly not the police. Gilbert and her where known criminals they'd arrest her. What use would she be to Gilbert in jail? Elizabeta was pacing the floor, trying to think of an answer when there was a sudden knock on the door. Elizabeta walked slowly toward the door and opened it just as slowly. No one was there.

However there was a small package on the ground with a note stuck to it with a red push pin. Elizabeta picked up the box and closed the door. She set the box on the coffee table. First she untacked the note from the box and opened it. To her horror it read.

You've seemed to forgotten about your dear sunshine. I wonder what'll happen to him. But don't worry we've been considerate enough to send you a piece of him to keep you company.

Elizabeta's eyes widened in horror. She ripped the box open to find a severed finger set in red satin. The flesh surrounding the wound was cut by what seemed like untrained hands. It hung in tattered pieces. Elizabeta stood up with a jump and walked to the kitchen.

She hung her head over the sink and cried, because the color of the finger looked the exact same as Gilbert's.

She knew she was in deep shit now.

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A/N
Omg I'm so sorry this took forever! I was stuck on how to continue it then I was all like 'shit I need to finish this.' But this was super fun and I'm thinking of turning this into its own story. Requested by sherlocked4life_. Hope you enjoyed...whatever this was. If you want me to continue with this for the next one shot then message me or if you want your Hetalia otp to have its own one-shot, shoot me a message and hopefully it won't suck.