Title: 180 Days of Love and Letters

Genre: Adventure/Romance/Humour

Rating: T

Summary: "You can't hurry love. It will find you." Tired of hearing these words, Elizabeta Hédeváry embarks on a 6-month journey around the world to find true love. With the help of a frying pan and her best friend, she struggles to prove that love is not a waiting game.

Pairings: Hungary/Germany, Hungary/Italy, Hungary/Romano, Hungary/Austria, Hungary/Spain, Hungary/France, Hungary/England, Hungary/America, Hungary/Canada, Hungary/Japan, Hungary/Russia

A/N: I really shouldn't be posting this. I have two other stories I'm currently working on but I was attacked by this plot bunny and just couldn't resist. Please enjoy~

April 23rd

Dear Roderich,

Today was graduation day but I don't feel like celebrating very much. Everyone keeps saying congratulations. What's there to congratulate? I spent the past four years doing nothing and now I have a degree that I don't even know what to do with. It's all very sad in my opinion.

But don't worry, I think I have an idea that will make everything a little bit better.

Write soon!


"Congratulations! We did it!"

Elizabeta Hédeváry dutifully clinked beer glasses with her best friend but couldn't bring herself to smile as he was.

"There's nothing to congratulate," She said as she leaned back onto the couch holding the bottle limply in her hands.

Gilbert downed his beer in 5 seconds and laid the now empty bottle aside. He burped triumphantly before turning back to his melancholy companion.

"What the hell are you talking about? We just graduated from college. Like this afternoon. What's not to congratulate?"

Elizabeta shrugged. "I don't know what to do next."

"We do what everyone else who was too lazy to apply to graduate school does , we get jobs (1)."

Elizabeta made a face. "And then what?"

"Um, that's it."

"Just like that?"

"Just like that."

Elizabeta groaned and flopped heavily onto the floor. "But that's just depressing!" she said.

Her voice was muffled by the disgusting yellow shag rug that she had somehow allowed Gilbert to put in their apartment.

Gilbert slid onto the floor next to her, shocked by this display of dramatics. Awkwardly, he patted Elizabeta's head, half expecting her to bite his hand off.

"Um, there, there? Come on Liz, you know I'm not good with this sympathetic shit. Can we just get wasted and be depressed tomorrow?"

"I thought you were awesome at everything," Elizabeta muttered into the carpet.

"Only at stuff that counts."

Elizabeta raised her head off the floor to give him a withering look. "Well then, I guess my feelings just don't count. Fuck you Gilbert."

Gilbert rolled his eyes. "That's obviously not what I meant. Are you PMSing or something? Is that why you're cranky?"

Elizabeta's face was back in the carpet. "No," came the muffled reply.

"Then why the bad mood?"

There was no reply for a few seconds until Gilbert heard something indecipherable from the floor.

"What was that?" He asked.

"I'm…" More muffled grumbling.

Gilbert leaned closer to Elizabeta's still form. "I still can't hear you. What was that?"

She sat up so suddenly that Gilbert was almost thrown back from the shock.

"I'm single!" She shrieked.

Gilbert stared at her before he burst out laughing. Elizabeta grabbed a pillow off one of the couches and proceeded to beat him with it until the seams ripped and they were both covered in fine downy feathers.

"Bitch." Gilbert picked a white fluff from his light hair. The colors were almost identical. "That was one of those fancy Swedish pillows."

"You mean from IKEA?"

"Shut up."

"Why did you laugh at me?"

"Because you're an idiot."

"Look at the pot calling the kettle black."

Gilbert picked another feather from behind his ear. "Whatever that means. Anyway, who a gives a fuck if you're single? I'm single."

"Because you don't even want a relationship!"

"So? Why do you? What's so great about them?"

Elizabeta's eyes took on a dreamy faraway look that made Gilbert want to retch.

"Don't you want someone you can talk to everyday about almost anything? When you go to sleep, they're there. When you wake up, they're there. Someone you can cuddle with, laugh with, and just be happy with?" she said.

"Isn't that us?"

Elizabeta glared at him. "This is completely different, trust me."

"Why now?" Gilbert picked the last feather off his pants and pulled himself back onto the couch. "You've spent the last four years shooting down every guy that has dared ask you out. The only guys you even talk to are me and that prissy pen pal of yours. Why do you suddenly want to be in a relationship?"

Elizabeta fidgeted with the flower she always wore in her hair before answering. "I don't want to do this alone," she said softly.

"Do what?"

Elizabeta spread out her arms. "This. Life. University is over. Hello real world. I can't go through all that by myself."

"You have the awesome me."

Elizabeta sighed. "Gilbert, you're my best friend but I'm looking for someone a little more…permanent…and not gay."

"Wait, are you looking for a boyfriend or a husband?" Gilbert almost choked when Elizabeta just shrugged.

"You know what you need to do, Lizzy, sweetie?" He said. "You need to finish your beer and then you need to get laid."

Elizabeta fired another pillow in his direction, completely knocking him the couch.

"OK, so here's the plan," Elizabeta said.

They had finally finished vacuuming the whole apartment and there was not a single feather in sight.

Gilbert came back from the kitchen with his 3rd beer. "I don't want to hear it."

"Sit down and shut up because you're going to." Elizabeta waited until Gilbert was comfortably seated across from her before explaining the idea that had been forming in the back of her mind for weeks. It had started off as a delusional fantasy born from finals stress but had quickly become an obsession she couldn't let go. She had mulled over it for hours every day until she finally decided that it had to be done or else she would go completely insane.

"When I was a kid my mum used to tell me that I couldn't hurry love; that I had to wait because it would find me. Well I'm done waiting. I think it's time to take matters into my own hands. I have enough money from babysitting to keep me going for the next six months and during these six months I'm going to travel around the world and find someone just for me. After all, love is an adventure, right?"

Elizabeta waited for Gilbert to speak, but he only stared wide-eyed at her until she thought that his brain had finally turned off for good.

"Um, hello? Earth to Gilbo. What do you think of my amazing plan?"

She leaned over and snapped her fingers in his face, causing him to finally blink.

"A-are you kidding me?" He sputtered. "You're going to do all that just to find some guy? Are you insane?"

"Maybe I am, but it doesn't matter. I'm going whether I have your blessing or not."

Gilbert took a long drink of his beer.

He was quiet until he said finally, "I'm coming with you."

It was Elizabeta's turn to stare. "What?"

"Like hell I would let you go by yourself. A naive girl like you in this big scary world? You need an awesome guy like me to protect you." Gilbert nodded. "Also, I have to make sure you pick a good guy. Sometimes I question your taste in men."

"Like who?"

"That pen pal of yours."

"Roderich? We're just friends."

"And make sure it stays that way. So when are we leaving?"

"We? I haven't agreed to bring you along."

Gilbert crossed his arms. "You can't really stop me."

"How are you going to pay?"

Gilbert tried to look innocent, but it came off as more conniving. "Weh-elll, I was hoping—"

Elizabeta cut him off quickly. "No. No. No. I worked hard for this money. I even gave up nights and weekends! You are not mooching off me this time Gilbert."

"Come on Liz! Just for a little bit. I'll get money from my brother! Oh yeah, that reminds me, where were you planning on going in the first place?"

"I haven't finalized the cities yet but I was hoping to get to Italy, Spain, France, England, America—"

"America? How the hell are you going to afford to go there?"

Elizabeta smirked. "I did a lot of babysitting and, unlike you, I've been saving for years. Then Canada, Japan, Russia—"

"Why Russia?" Gilbert shuddered. There was something about that country that just wasn't right.

"Well it's on the way back and I just thought, why not?"

"So eight countries in total?"

"Maybe nine. I was thinking of stopping over in Austria to see Roderich."

"Gross. Hey, could you add Germany to the list? I need to stop over there to see my brother. He's been bugging me for weeks to come visit."

Elizabeta sighed. "Are you really coming along?"

Gilbert nodded. "I'm too awesome to be left behind. And if it's about money, I already said I can get some from Ludwig. The reason he wants me to visit is to sign a bunch of papers relating to our grandfather's will."

"Have they finally sorted everything out?" Elizabeta asked.

It had been six months since Gilbert's grandfather, the CEO and founder of one of the world largest car companies, had died suddenly in his sleep. Gilbert had dutifully attended the funeral despite his minimal connections with the man. When he had returned, all he had done was complain about how long the ceremony was and how his cousin Vash kept threatening to shoot him in the head with the BB gun he had smuggled in.

"And then they made all this fuss about grandfather's will and how they wouldn't be able to 'properly assess' it for like a year," Gilbert had said. "I don't even care. It's not like I'm going to get anything. He didn't even like me. Which is crazy because who doesn't like me?" At this, Elizabeta had turned away and refused to meet his eye, afraid that she would burst out laughing.

She had hoped that when everything was finally settled, Gilbert would at least get something. Even if it was just €500. She had already paid his part of the rent twice and a third time was likely.

"That's what Ludwig keeps saying," Gilbert replied now. "I don't really want to go but I'm tired of him clogging up my email inbox."

Elizabeta relented. "Fine. You can come along and we'll stop over in Berlin. But!" She pointed a threatening finger in Gilbert's direction. "If Ludwig doesn't give you any money and you don't get anything from the will, I am leaving your skinny ass in Germany. I am not piggy backing you around the world. Got it?"

"Whatever." Elizabeta stood up. "I-I mean, yes! I got it."

Elizabeta sat back down. "Good."

"So how long are we going to be staying in each place?" Gilbert asked.

"Well now that we have 10 countries to go through..." Elizabeta quickly did the calculations in her head, "we can afford to spend two weeks in each. That's about 140 days out of a possible 180 total. The other 40 days will most likely be traveling time or emergency days. You never know what could happen. Any days we have left we can spend wherever we like."

"This is actually starting to sound kind of fun," Gilbert admitted. "The traveling part. Not you finding a boyfriend, or husband, or whatever you want. When do we leave?"

"In 3 days. I already have most of my things packed."

"So that's why you bought all of those suitcases…Hey, hold on a second. Just how do you expect to communicate with people in all of these places?"

"Well be both know English, or at least I do."

"I only slept through one class!"

Elizabeta ignored Gilbert's outburst. "I took Italian for 3 years but French for only one. I'm a little worried about that."

It was Gilbert's turn to be smug. "Looks like you'll be needing me after all." He patted his chest proudly. "French major."

"More like minor."

"Shut up! I passed that last class!"

Elizabeta snorted. "If you call a C- passing."

"Fuck you. So we have German, English, Italian, French…what about Spanish?"

"I don't speak Spanish," Elizabeta admitted.

"Me either."

They were both silent.

"We'll deal with it when we get there?"

Gilbert nodded in agreement.

"Japanese?" He asked.

Elizabeta shook her head.

"We'll find a dictionary. Russian?"

"I know like 3 phrases, including how to say Merry Christmas."

"That's more than I know. Good enough for me." Gilbert rubbed his hands together excitedly. "This is going to be so awesome. I feel like Julia Roberts in Eat, Pray, Love."

"You were asleep for half that movie." Elizabeta stood up and stretched. She didn't want Gilbert to see how she was on the brink of exploding from happiness. And it was not because he was coming with her. "I'm going to head to bed now. You better start packing. If you wait until the last minute I'm leaving you behind."

"Yeah, yeah. You're such a nag. I'll start tomorrow."

"You better. Night Gilbert~"

"Night Liz."

April 27th

Dear Elizabeta,

I'm sorry to hear that. You majored in Feminist Theory, did you not? I don't believe that is completely useless. I'm confident that you will be able to find a career suited to your skills.

What is this idea that you have? I hope it's nothing dangerous.



P.s. –Now that you have graduated, are we still pen pals?

A/N: I think this will be fun to write. Let me know what you think! Also, now that I look back on it, I find it very strange that I had Elizabeta major in Feminist Theory XD To anyone who wants to major in that, btw, go ahead. I'm not insinuating that it's a useless major. I was actually thinking of majoring in Women Studies myself~

(1)- This is just Gilbert being Gilbert. I didn't mean this as an insult to anyone who didn't go a Grad school D:

One more thing to add. To anyone that hasn't seen/read Eat, Pray, Love, the main character's name is Elizabeth Gilbert. That's all I'm gonna say XD

-with love