Author's Note:

I was in the mood to write another fanfic! I DO NOT OWN HETALIA

Summary:

When eighteen year old Elizaveta Héderváry is engaged and married to Gilbert Weillschmidt for Royalty reasons, the young Hungarian finds herself lonely and abused. So she seeks shelter in something the Prussian prince would not allow. For a woman to have an education from an unlikely visitor.

PrussiaXHungaryXAustria

I arose that morning, the sun gleaming through the doors that hid the balcony. I swung my feet over the edge of my queen sized bed with golden blankets draping over the mattress. Knowing what today brought for me had me infuriated. I sat at my desk chair and forced my hairbrush through the brown locks of hair that were entangled with each other. It hurt awfully that I found some strands caught in the hairbrush bristles. I slammed the hairbrush on my desk and sighed. I didn't want to get married to him. Gilbert is so full of himself and think he is so hot! I growled at the thought! That was when my bedroom door was forced open. My mother rushed into my bedroom and stood me up, followed by two servants. We weren't royalty, but we weren't poor either.

A corset entangled my torso and held in place. I heard the string make it's way through the holes as they tied it. I couldn't breathe enough as it is so how do they expect me to walk down an isle! The maids ran out of the room and back in within a couple minutes. One carrying my dress, and the other with a petticoat. I stepped into it as they brought it up to my hips and tied it. So now I'm going to appear that I have a two asses! Just great! They brought the dress over my head. I forced my arms through the chiffon sleeves and they pulled at my dress until it rested in place nice and tight.

The maids then took a fistful of my hair and pulled it into a tight bun. They slapped a veil at the crest of my head. I sighed again with my hands into a fist, my nails digging into my palms. The maids left and Feliciano ran in and held onto my skirt.

"Lizzy, are you getting married?" the young boy asked. I simply nodded, unable to say anything. If I could, I would deny this marriage in a heartbeat. "To Gilbert?" I nodded again. Feliciano raised his arms, wanting to be held. I bent over and raised him high above my head before bringing him into my embrace. His brown eyes were precious and those small orbs were the only thing keeping me sane. My mom, being the bitch that she is, took him from my arms and set him down.

"Go play, she still needs to get ready," my mother instructed. Doing that just made me want to slap her. When Feliciano left the room, my mom looked at me. "Now Elizaveta, things will go swimmingly today. You know what you must do! Get married, go to his home, celebrate, and then the wedding night."

"Mom, there is a possibility this marriage could be annulled. I will not give away my virginity on a wedding night!"

"Hold your tongue! It can be annulled if he doesn't take it on his first night of marriage."

"Whatever mom, we're going to be late!" I stormed out of the room with my mom in hot pursuit, taking my arm shortly after.

"If your father could see you now! He would say how beautiful you are. Now remember, this is for the family!"

"Then why don't you marry him?" I commented. My mother just laughed as we walked down the stairs, the wedding march filling the entire house as we made our way to the gazebo. As we passed the piano, I noticed how beautifully the pianist's hands were dancing with the keys. I'd like to learn that dance someday. Gilbert would never allow it. I noticed the white blanket that made it's way to the gazebo where Gilbert stood standing, his hands on his hips. The cocky bastard! The last thing that I want to do is kiss him! Thank god, it's just a peck. I suddenly approached him, realizing my mom was sitting down on the front row.

His red eyes were burning with my green ones. Strangely saying, I couldn't look away. We said our prayers, exchanged the rings, and signed the marriage sheet. He put his hands at the bottom of my veil and raised it over my head.

"You may now kiss the bride," announced the priest. I made a disgusted sound before Gilbert's hand met my chin. He brought his face close to mine. My desire to pull away burning strongly in my mind and my heart. I squinted my eyes before our lips touched gently. His right arm met my lower back which pulled me close. What the hell happened to the peck? He kissed me roughly that his lips almost swallowed mine. Everybody in the audience were applauding but Feliciano, as he noticed my pained expression. He broke the kiss but kept me close to him.

"You can let me go!" I whispered.

"I know, but if I do, somebody else will take you from me!" he responded.

I rolled my eyes, knowing that was the last possibility. The celebration was alright. Gilbert spent most of the time dancing. I spent mine watching Feliciano grip the skirt of my dress, I held him at the back of the head, entangling my fingers through his hair. Occasionally, I heard him sob. I knew he was crying but I didn't want to approach that sad face, knowing my sadness caused it. "It is alright, Feliciano! I am alright. You will always be in my heart and my dearest friend. If Gilbert will not allow you to live with us, I will annull this marriage myself! Okay?"

Feliciano looked up at me, the tears stopping slowly. He nodded with a smile. I picked him up and placed him in my lap as I stayed sitting. Gilbert was at my side, placing Feliciano back on the floor. "My dear wife has informed me that she wishes to retire. I shall join her. We thank you for your company. We had a lovely time!" Was I able to get a single word in? I noticed that he picked me up bridal style, I kept my arms crossed over my chest, not wanting to hold onto him.

Once we got to his bedroom, he set me down on his burgundy colored sheets. He layed next to me and pulled me close to his chest. "I've been waiting for this!" he told me.

"Me too!" I responded through a strained expression, my hands balled into fists again. He rolled us over until he was laying on top of me, straddling my hips. He forced his lips onto mine once again. I bit his lower lip to get him to stop. It actually worked and he looked at me strangely.

"You don't want me?"

"Not right now... I... I started my period!" It's obvious it was a lie but he released me as I ran into the bathroom. I had to lie to my mother, making her think I lost my virginity. I ripped all my clothes off and layed in an empty bath tub. I stroked my hand across my stomach before one rested at my left breast and the other hand continued to search my womanly regions.

The next morning, I arose with a spring. My head was throbbing and I could feel that my hair was a total mess. I looked at my surroundings to see bed sheets draped over my naked flesh, with an empty, slept in bed covering next to me. I could already assume Gilbert went to breakfast. I looked at the foot of the bed to see a group of ladies kneeling at me. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, my arms covering my chest.

"Your Highness! Good morning! His majesty is at breakfast waiting for you! We must get you ready for the day. Today you must meet with the public at noon and give a speech, then study with the Prussian pianist! After, you will have dinner with Gilbert and your father-in-law," a lady read as they were dressing me in some of the finest silk.

"And when does the slitting of the wrist come? I can't wait till that part of my schedule!" I was immediately back-slapped for that rude comment. "Bastard!" I mumbled under my breath.

The morning went by pretty slow and boring. I went to breakfast and lessons as scheduled, so I had an hour to do whatever I pleased. I decided to stand by the horse departures and watch life pass me by. I noticed a white horse gallop toward the palace, in fact: headed in my direction. It came to a halt as I held my breath. Was I to bow at the stranger or wait till he did it first? I gave a small curtsie, my left forearm meeting me chest, hand close to chin. He smiled back at me and gave me a nice gestured bow. It was much better than the greeting Gilbert gave me when we first met. When we met, he just acted all cool with a "hey hottie".

"Can I help you with something?" I asked, shyly.

"Maybe I have something that would interest you. I am a pianist in search of a job. Would you like to be taught?" he asked.

I did not hear anything he said. I was more interested in the brown ahoge that rested at his head. I wonder if he would let me touch it. I'm sure he wouldn't mind. After all, I am royalty now! My right hand went to reach for it, just a small touch would suffice. His left hand met with mine, and I looked into his eyes only to find warm violet eyes. So beautiful and gentle. Unlike Gilbert's evil red ones.

"If you don't mind, your highness, I am connected to the other end," he commented at my desire to touch his hair.

"I didn't catch your name," I replied.

"Roderich... Roderich Edelstein! And you are?"

"Elizaveta Weillschmidt! She's my wife! Now keep your ahoge out of our business, Austrian prince! She already has a tutor!" Gilbert commented snobbishly.

I looked at the "Austrian Prince" with sorrow filled eyes. "Excuse me then. Have a nice day!" Roderich replied. He hopped on his horse as if it wasn't the height it was and rode off into the distance, my strongest desire was to stop him! And hit Gilbert!