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Impossibly Stubborn As Always [Prussia] Oct 21, 2016 13:03:38 GMT -5

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There certainly was a lot occuring with the war and it caused even Elizaveta to find herself busier than she was accustomed to by far. She had to get her focus completely together at all times to know what concerns to put first, but sometimes there were war reports that hit her hard like the most irritating nags at the back of her mind until it was dealt with. What bothered her about this one, was why she was receiving it so much later than necessary knowing what stupidity was bound to follow such a situation. The only reason she would not bother also giving Ludwig a few kind words as to her opinion on this touchy matter was because she knew he had his reasons and much more reasonable than his dolt of a brother. There it was, the very issue itself and Elizaveta could not say she was surprised to hear about it after knowing Gilbert for as long as she had.

In fact, this entire mess he was about to get himself into she could just picture would end up in laughable defeat because honestly it usually did when Gilbert rushed in as if he was as 'awesome' as he thought. It was only funny when she was younger and actually could join in the battles to drag his sorry hide out to rub it in later. With this war it was an entirely different league and Elizaveta knew he was out of his mind even if he was the almighty Prussia who never thought clearly from the start. As much as it was doubtful this would knock any sense into him at all, it wouldn't change the fact that she thought he deserved it.

Afterall, it was easy to get into Germany by all means since her home turf really wasn't too far and the country she had to cross through to get there was Austria. So for once she didn't find herself fighting, arguing, or taking a longer route around just to visit someone whatever the reason was. Even if Gilbert had already left home, which she doubted because his ego always came first, she would find him and haul his sorry self back before he made anything worse for himself. Others would have been a bit more difficult for Elizaveta to find, but with someone as brag happy as Gilbert he happened to make it easier for anyone else to just figure out all sorts of information about him. She wished she could say that had toned down some, but with him the change was so gradual how would anyone notice either way?

If she hadn't barged in Ludwig's house to crash the scheming that was happening in the basement she would have at least apologized for the damages she caused the front door and a beforehand apology for the basement. Elizaveta was just brimming at the stupidity she had to somehow stop and could barely gather herself into a semi-composed state to at least walk down the stairs of the basement, not stomp. It was times like these she reminded herself acting ladylike was near impossible even if she did wear dresses when she was not on the battlefield. Honestly, very few could push her so far but she could careless about composure for now with her fists clenched this tightly.

The only warning she was giving that over-confident fool was the yell that clearly echoed just how serious she was about the argument that was bound to unfold,"Gilbert Beilschmidt! If you think you're going into such a stupid battle you better be able to last against me first! After all we both know you couldn't even take that!!" She followed her words into the basement with a look of frustration and anger that practically told Gilbert he had a whap to the face coming sometime soon. Her clenched fists didn't do much besides fuel the feeling. Sometimes Elizaveta got ahead of herself when she was upset with Gilbert and when she finally made eye contact, the backhand to his face felt natural. Of course there was the slightest bit of guilt for not letting him at least explain first, but she slid that aside by keeping a cross stare and straightening out her skirt just to witness the over dramatic reaction from Gilbert.

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Impossibly Stubborn As Always [Prussia] Dec 18, 2016 19:46:57 GMT -5

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Never let it be said that Gilbert gave up easily.

He had listened to Ludwig and agreed to cease the attack he had launched on Ivan to spare the lives of Ludwig's men, but that did not mean he was done. Not by a long shot. This was not a matter of Ivan having broken his favorite beer glass or eaten the last slice of black forest cake – trivial things that were easily forgiven or forgotten. What Ivan had done was unforgivable.

No one could abduct Ludwig, torture him, and send his severed ear to Gilbert like some kind of twisted trophy and get away with it. No one, and especially not Ivan. Ludwig's return had not managed to put out the anger that burned like a fire in Gilbert's chest.

He had been relieved to see that his little brother was still in one piece, no signs of what he had been through visible on his body, but Gilbert knew. He knew what Ivan was capable of, and he knew how good his brother was at hiding his emotions. Ludwig was strong, able to endure more pain than most, but it was the principle that had Gilbert seeing red, crimson eyes burning with a deep hatred that sometimes, when standing face to face with Ivan, deserted him. It was infuriating, a weakness he loathed in himself, a weakness that he feared Ivan was aware of. But Gilbert would not allow himself to be distracted. There was revenge to be exacted here, and nothing – not even nostalgia – could stand in his way.

Since he couldn't use the German army, he had to come up with a new plan, something he could carry out on his own. He was pouring over his notes, pale head bent over the steel desk when he heard a familiar voice, shouting his full name in a tone that indicated trouble. Gilbert barely had time to put the pen down before Elizaveta was in the basement, anger radiating off of her like a woman who had just caught her man in bed with the village floozy.

"What–" was all Gilbert got out before Elizaveta's hand connected with his face. "What the hell!" he yelled, getting off his office chair and rubbing his reddening cheek. He knew Eliza was violent, but that was completely uncalled for! "What do you want?" he snarled, clearly annoyed by her unexpected (and unwelcome) presence in his room. He'd heard what she had said before she came down the stairs, but he had elected to ignore it. It was none of her business.

"You seem frustrated. Is Roderich not putting out?" he asked with a smirk, knowing it would probably earn him another slap but refusing to pass up the opportunity to mess with her. After all, she had barged into his home, interrupted his work and hit him in the face. Retaliation was only fair. He was also hoping it would distract her from the event that had brought her here in the first place. Gilbert had already heard it from his brother; he wasn't in the mood for another lecture. Besides, it would only fall on deaf ears. Nobody could talk him out of his plan. Well... when he came up with a good one...

So far, his best plan was to disguise himself as Natalya Arlovskaya and stab Ivan in the throat during family dinner, which admittedly wasn't a very good plan. But if anyone could pull it off, it was Gilbert Beilschmidt. Such a mission would require impeccable timing, a lot of courage and a wide range of skills. Gilbert had that in abundance.

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Impossibly Stubborn As Always [Prussia] Dec 20, 2016 18:23:17 GMT -5

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There were moments to be said Elizaveta would talk out a situation with someone if it seemed reasonable, but honestly by now she had a certain list of the few that it was a last resort if anything else. Gilbert was on the top as always and she was always somewhat glad to kick his face in until he begged for mercy or couldn't even speak a word. Of course when having her nerves pushed past their limits on a daily basis, she reminded herself the idiot was also an ally in the current war and had to be kept alive at times, as difficult as that could be.

Well Elizaveta knew she was handling someone who at least had the idea he was better than most with words, yet another reason she found him so obnoxious. Still she wouldn't waste her breath on someone so self-confident the sound could not even find a way through that thick skull a top Gilbert's head. After all someone so stubborn will take an evenly stubborn match to even keep in one place.

Instead her fists would suffice and tolerating his ridiculous retorts as long as she could would be the true challenge. The last thought was debatable on how challenging. Elizaveta had yet to met anyone close to talking as much and as spitefully of others as Gilbert could. She was not about to get her hopes up either because one Prussia was enough to go around and be dealt with as it was.

"You may be dense enough to ignore what I said, but you boast enough I am sure you can figure out why I'm here." She retorts with tones of sarcasm and disdain. Elizaveta clearly blew off his first angered remarks to her original slap because she felt he much deserved it on the contrary. Seeing the redness left behind was only slight relief because she knew that was nowhere close to getting the true point across.

Her eye twitched with a sarcastically crazed smile at Gilbert's prodding comment. How she knew he was trying to get to her, but as Elizaveta would give in that easily. "If you really must know.." She neatly curls up her hand with a calm smile as she continues speaking ever so slightly, "I haven't seen Roderich that often of recent..." She cuts herself off as she drastically changes styles by taking her tightly made fist to uppercut Gilbert while shouting, "Since he prefers being neutral and I will gladly kill those who deserve it!!!" Elizaveta only acts as if her hand was affected overall, brushing it off on her side as if dirtied.

Remaining calm is one thing, when to do it is another. Just as she tries to act lady like but it is certainly not a promise. She is actually debating why she wore a dress today of all days instead of her military uniform. It would have been much more fitting and convenient.

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Impossibly Stubborn As Always [Prussia] Dec 24, 2016 6:56:11 GMT -5

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Elizaveta was a mystery. Just when Gilbert thought he was coming to understand her, she did something unexpected that told him otherwise. He had known her for many years and still hadn't managed to figure out if she liked him or hated him. Not that anyone could truly hate him – he was much too awesome to be hated. Those who reacted negatively to him were simply jealous of his awesomeness.

But Elizaveta, she was different. Gilbert couldn't tell if she genuinely cared about his wellbeing or if she had other reasons to come here to lecture him about the dangers of angering Ivan. Like he didn't know better than anyone.

"I know why you're here," he said in an bored tone when the stinging pain in his cheek had subsided. Eliza hit hard. "I just think it's none of your business." It was not her brother who had been tortured for days, interrogated and beaten to a pulp. She hadn't received a box with his severed ear inside. Elizaveta had no say in what he chose to do in retaliation.

"Oh, and lay a hand on me again and I'll break it," he threatened, reminding her that he didn't care that she was a woman. If she hit him again, he would hit back.

Underneath the irritation, he felt something akin to warmth knowing she was here out of worry. She had not given an indication that she might have other reasons to try to talk him out of attacking Ivan. For all intents and purposes, she was genuinely concerned about him.

But he wanted to hear her say it. "Why do you care, anyway?" he questioned, crossing his arms and giving her a skeptical look. "A bit out of character, don't you think?"

And then, because he wanted to get a rise out of her, he mentioned her pretentious ex-husband.

His words seemed to have the desired effect on her. Gilbert watched with satisfaction as her hand clenched into a fist, the calm smile not fooling him. He was getting to her. "So I was right," he smirked, "You aren't getting laid! Is that why you're here? Hungry for a taste of mighty Prussia?" His trademark laugh filled the room, loud and slightly nasal like an untuned trumpet.

But the sudden blow to his gut cut him off. Gilbert stumbled backwards with the force of it, expression shifting to one of anger when he had righted himself. Elizaveta was such a menace. He lunged at her, tackling her to the hard concrete floor and holding her down with his weight. "What are you going to do now?" he smirked, face close enough to hers that she could probably smell the beer on his breath.

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Impossibly Stubborn As Always [Prussia] Dec 30, 2016 20:17:59 GMT -5

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This exact situation felt like a similar repeat of many reminders that slapped warnings of how or why Gilbert was such an idiot with his cocky words. Always sparking fights or arguments with Elizaveta for what? Some sick enjoyment? As far as she understood it was exactly that and she despised the very likes of him for it. On the contrary Gilbert had very few moments, noting very few at all she would admit, she respected him for. Such as his pride and protectiveness over Ludwig. Too bad Ludwig was the one with dignity.

Now why she is dealing with what she knew would be a battle all in itself to stop Gilbert a mixture of thoughts. Only a few she would admit and besides she will probably be using the few she can admit to have a valid argument. As if Elizaveta would stoop so low as to losing.

She huffs slightly with her arms lightly crossed because Elizaveta is not one to easily out right trust her luck around Gilbert either. Sometimes flipping her top does her in or does her good, it just depends on the circumstances and odds.

"As if I feel threatened by someone who can't even compare to his stupid bragging." She raises her voice at the words almost feeling tempted to challenge the threat.

Elizaveta honestly still has a hard time grasping how stupidly hesitant other men can be while fighting because she's a woman. She knows Gilbert could careless and that just made it more of a real deal every time. Still perhaps she also wants to kick him to the floor for how careless this whole scheme is, of course only because it disregards things like the war and his brother.

She should have seen such an irritatingly pointless question being shot as if she has some deeper point to all of this. Honestly no one could be as self-center as Gilbert could they? Elizaveta sharpens her glare as she sharply answers,"This whole scheme could mess with the war even more as if there haven't been enough problems." She waves her hand dismissively as if the whole thing sounded ridiculous,"Everything isn't about you Gilbert."

She is still trying to get a grip after his provokingly spiteful choice of words bringing up Roderich. Just as she is trying calm down, she hears what must be one of his sickest prods yet. "As if. Honestly as if anyone would want that from you Gilbert." She spits the words disgusted and outraged. "You are sick and I am going to kick your stupid high hat off."

She did not regret that her punch had cut off his annoying laugh since it was close to the top of her annoyance list. Just hearing that laugh echo typically meant something awful, idiotic, or irritating was occurring. Gilbert was atrocious after all. The retaliation she took of being tackled though, is completely regrettable on her part. She turns her face away from his as she struggles to get Gilbert off with a scowl. "Gilbert get the hell off of me now!" It is highly doubtful shouting will get her anywhere, but she is far too angered to care.