AN: So this is my first fic and I'm kinda nervous about it... ^^' I really would appreciate notes and such in my reviews. Oh and a quick warning! I'm dyslexic so if a word is randomly placed and makes absolutely no sense, try to understand... Heh heh... I try my best but... :p

So enjoy~!

A small crackle echoed through the front room of a large, elegant manor. An orange hue dimly lit the couch that sat in front of the large mantle, including the two who sat on the white cushions

A one sided tension darkened the mood of the room as the young woman glared at her husband. 'He hasn't let me out of the damned house in days,' she snarled internally, tapping her fingers roughly against the arm of the couch.

"How long has it been?..." asked the man as he took a small sip of an expensive wine.

The woman who sat beside him blinked, looking over at him with confused, anger-filled eyes. "Since what?" she asked quietly.

"Our marriage. How long have we been wed?" he clarified as he carefully set his glass back onto the table.

The woman sighed, taking a bite of her pastry. "The hell does it matter?" she grumbled bitterly.

"Small bites, Annaliese," he said sternly. "You're acting like one of the commoners... All poor fools..."

Annaliese huffed, taking a large bite to spite her prude husband. "Its fine, Gari," she grumbled with food in her mouth. "Just because I'm eating a little less proper doesn't make me a commoner."

"No, but it makes you seem like one," Gari retorted, his nose in the air. "You're a beautiful woman of high class and I suggest you act like it."

Annaliese quivered with anger, shooting a fierce, violet glare at Gari. "You know what? I'm getting sick of your constant disregard of the commoners! They're people too!"

"Not people worth knowing."

"And that's where you're wrong! You're just stereotyping them as fat, worthless beggars!"

"It's not stereotyping when that's actually what they are."

"Arghh!" Annaliese groaned loudly. She stood up and glared down at her rude husband. "You're so terrible to anyone with less money than yourself! It's so infuriating to hear you constantly treating them like dirt!" She shoved her pointer finger into his chest. "They're people too!" she repeated loudly.

Gari raised an eyebrow, slowly raising a hand and moving Annaliese's finger away from his chest. "What's got you so angry at me? I'm always like this." He chuckled and reached for his cup. A small smack of delight came from his lips after he took a sip. "I assumed you'd gotten used to my comments."

"Well obviously not," she spat back. "They always have annoyed me, Gari. The things you say are unneeded and prude."

"Annaliese. Calm down."

"I don't need to calm down! I'm just fine!" she hissed, her anger practically radiating off of her.

The man huffed, putting a stressed hand on his forehead to rub his temples. "Leibling," he grumbled into a sigh, "take a deep breath and calm down."

"Nein!"

Gari sighed, straightening up in his place on the couch. "Annaliese, dear. What's got you so upset?" he asked softly, a therapist like tone in his gentle voice.

The woman snarled her lip a bit, flipping her hair angrily over her narrow shoulders. "Maybe it's the fact that I've been in this damn house for eight days straight! I'm not some animal, Gari! I need to live!"

"I would let you out more if you didn't go out in such frivolous clothes," he grumbled. "You act like we're not married when you wear that sort of thing. Especially when you go out to the bars, where everyone is drunk and ready for sex."

Annaliese huffed, tapping her foot in impatience. "Ja, but it's not like I've ever had sex with anyone besides you since we were wed. You seriously should trust me more," she whined, twirling a strand of hair in her finger, "I'm a grown woman."

Silence.

The woman sighed, looking at her husband with looks that could kill. "...please?..." she breathed into barely a whisper.

A long, intimidating silence poured into the room, filled with nothing but the crackle of the burning fire. But suddenly, it was shattered.

"You may go tonight," Gari grumbled reluctantly, not daring to make eye contact with his wife. "But you must wear a dress that at least goes to your ankles."

Annaliese's dazzling violet eyes sparkled with happiness as she stood, her hands clasped together. "Thank you so much, Gari!" she nearly squealed, leaning over and pecking him on the forehead.

Gari nodded, standing up as putting his hands lightly on her shoulders. "Just remember to not flaunt yourself around tonight, okay?" he asked seriously.

The Austrian nodded, letting out a long sigh. "Ja... Thank you, Gari..." she breathed gratefully.

Gari chuckled softly, leaning over and placing a light kiss on his wife's soft lips. "Not a problem... Now go get ready."

"Ja, alright," she breathed, wiggling out of her husband's light grip. Annaliese grabbed the length of her dress and walked briskly out of the room to the stairs.

"Be ready in an hour," Gari called after her.

Annaliese giggled wildly as the wind blew through her hair. Two bodies pressed closed to her as she threw her hands in the air, her entire top of her torso out of the limo sun roof. The lights of the city sped past them as yells of enjoyment escape the trio's mouth.

The Austrian giggled as she squeezed back down the small opening in the limo, slumping back down into her seat. "I've missed you two so much," she breathed into her out-of-breath bouts of laughter.

"Me too!"

"As have I."

The red head gasped, grabbing Annaliese's arm and shaking it firmly. "Annie! Can we go to the new bar downtown!? It looks so great!"

"Valentina! It's Annaliese's turn to pick!" the blonde snapped. "Besides... She's the one having marital problems."

"I'm not having marital problems!" Annaliese hissed back, pulling her hair into a messy bun. "I just needed a night away! That's all!"

"Yeah, Alice! Don't be-a so mean!" Valentina shot back playfully before breaking down into laughter.

Alice huffed, sticking her nose in the air as she crossed her arms. "It's not being rude! It's stating the facts!"

"And your facts are so mean!"

"Are not!"

"Are too!"

"Are not!"

Annaliese groaned loudly, putting a hand on each of their mouths. "Good gott! Knock off your bickering for just one night!" she growled. "I need one night without any stress and you two aren't helping!"

The two girls looked over at each other with wide eyes before sighing. "Sorry, Annaliese..." the mumbled simultaneously.

"Good," she growled, taking her hands back. "Now, I think we're going to that new bar you were talking about, Valentina."

The Italian's eyes sparkled. "Really!? Yay! It's not far from here, driver person!" she called to the chauffeur. "On a-Fifth Street!"

A subtle nod came from the driver as he turned left.

Alice tapped her chin with her finger, looking out the sunroof. "Is that the foreign one with all the different varieties?"

"Yeah! That's the one!" Valentina chirped happily. "They said there were some great wines! And even the weird beer you like, Alice!"

"Ale?"

"Ve~ Yeah! That's it!"

Annaliese chuckled, slowly shaking her head. "You're such a ditz..." she teased under her breath.

"But we still love you, regardless," Alice chimed in, giggling a bit.

Valentina smiled wide, hugging one arm around each of her friends. "Awwww! I love you two, too!" she squealed with loud giggles. "I couldn't ask for any better friends! Ve~"

Annaliese rolled her violet eyes as Valentina nearly choked her with sheer emotion. "You're a mess..." she teased, looking out the window. At the building the limo stopped in front of.

"We're here, Mrs. Edelstein," the chauffeur called back to the women.

Alice's back straightened as she clapped her hands together quickly. "Wonderful! I haven't had ale in ages," she mumbled into a sigh. "They'd better have it!"

The man opened the door to the limo and smiled softly to Valentina, who sat closest to the door. "Enjoy yourself, m'ladies..." he said politely, beckoning out towards the bar.

The Italian nearly sprang out of the limo, jumping happily at what she saw. Her dress was a soft pink and not very long. It turned into a tutu type of fabric at the bottom and it ended at about her upper thigh. Her hair was pulled back into a simple pony tail with several hairs sticking out, due to her impatience when putting it up.

"Didn't I tell you guys it was new!? There's such a long line! Ve~"

Alice stepped out of the limo next, her high heels giving her an extra few inches of height to deal with her self-consciousness. Her dress was short as well, being a bright silver to match the beautiful metal her new engagement ring was made out. She wore it purposefully to make it as obvious as possible that she was getting married soon.

"It's packed..." she breathed quietly. "I hope we even get in the damn place..."

"Nothing that a little bribery can't solve," Annaliese breathed into a sly chuckle as she stood beside her two friends.

Her dress was the longest of the three, nearly going down to her ankles. There was a long slit up the right side of it all the way up to her thigh, which showed her beautiful curves if given the proper angle. It sparkled a bright red in the night, which matched the red broach that was holding her hair up. A deep, ruby red was her favorite color, and she looked dazzling every time she wore that specific shade.

Valentina tilted her head curiously, looking at the large figure standing in front of the bar. "I've never seen a bouncer in front of a bar before!" she marveled into a sigh.

"That's just security," Alice grumbled. "To make sure you're not going to disrupt the general atmosphere by already being drunk off your ass before you've even entered."

"Oh."

Annaliese rolled her eyes and glared playfully at Alice. "If you drink like how you usually do, you'll be seeing that man in no time."

"Hey!" Alice hissed. "That only used to happen because I was single and miserable before I met my Alfred!" She flashed the impressive stone on her finger. "And I won't have to worry about that anymore, now will I?"

Valentina shrugged, shuffling her feet awkwardly against the ground. "I dunno... They do have that weird beer you like a lot..." she reminded the Brit with a shy glance upwards.

"It's ale. It's not that hard to remember."

Annaliese snatched Alice's wrist on mid-sentence, nearly dragging her to the front of the line. "Hallo, sir," she breathed with a friendly giggle. "Are we okay to go in?"

The man smiled a friendly grin and nodded. "And it's just you two?"

The two women flinched, looking around to look for Valentina. "Eh, well we did have one more," Alice explained with an awkward chuckle.

"There she is," Annaliese grumbled, pointing the woman who was talking to the drunks who weren't allowed to enter.

"That stinks! You guys should all be allowed to go in and have fun! You didn't do anything wrong!" she said with a serious face to a man, who nodded along in agreement.

"Valentina!" Alice snapped, a hand on each of her hips. "Come on! We haven't got all night!"

The Italian gasped and ran to her friend, smiling wide to the man. "Sorry, security guy! That guy asked me if I wanted to buy something so I had to see!" She giggled wildly. "But I already had enough powdered sugar at home, so I didn't need anymore!"

Silence as the Brit and Austrian looked down at their shorter friend.

"Dear gott, Valentina."

"The bloody hell are we going to do with you?"

The man raised an eyebrow suspiciously at the Italian. "And you say you didn't buy any?" he growled intimidating.

Valentina squeaked and hid behind her taller friends. "Of course not! I said I already had enough powdered sugar and then talked to an old man with a cane! He was nice but then again his eyebrows were really weird!" She gasped for air and stepped back from Alice in mid rant. "But not like a-yours, Aly! They just looked a-like weird bug things and they were scary!"

The man groaned loudly, stepping out of their way. "Get your asses inside before I get a headache," he growled bitterly, putting a stressed hand onto his forehead.

Valentina's emotions instant switched. She squealed loudly and ran from the safety of Annaliese's back and in through the double doors without another word.

"Good god, Valentina..." Alice growled, sulking in after her.

The Austrian took a step towards the man and sighed, taking a five from her purse and putting it into the breast pocket of his shirt. "For your trouble..." she mumbled, walking inside.

The man smiled after her and stepped back into the path. "Enjoy yourself!" he called inside.