HELLO! This is my first story, so sorry about any errors int he spelling and grammar sections of writing. The wrinkles are still being ironed out and will be fixed soon. Anyway, I'm Acidburn713 and this story will about, you guessed it! Elizabeta and Roderich meet at school. France may pop his head in too... DRAMA! Yeah, well I hope you like this.

P.S.
Sorry that I deleted the first draft. I'm still getting use to the uploading stories process. 0_o

~SPECIAL MESSAGE FOR KAITLYN AND DANA~
You guys have been great for, well, everything but the drink. Yeah, we'll work on that.
~SPECIAL MESSAGE FOR KAITLYN AND DANA~

Sharps & Hearts

Chapter 1: The New Girl

Elizabeta's PoV

Dear Meg,

It's never been hard, being the new girl all the time. It did have some draw backs, but most of the time it wasn't half bad. Most people ask me, "Don't you wish that you could live in the same place for more than a few years?" My answer, no, well not really. I mean, it would be nice if we didn't have to leave, but you get used to it. The move that Apa and I are making now is on of the longest that we have ever made. Apa says that we won't make moves like this very often, he doesn't say why, but I know. It's because on the night of the longest move that Apa had to make we lost Anya. Apa won't talk about it, but I know that he still feels responsible for her death. Even though he wasn't driving, and it was snowing, he still feels that way. That's why he don't le-

"Anya! Get you head out of the clouds and read this map for me would you?" asked Apa.

"Yes Apa." I answered respectfully as I put away the diary.

With a glance out the window, I noticed that it was growing dark, and we never drove the van in the dark, or when it snowed. I turned my head back towards my father and, with a smile, I took the mess of papers and maps from his left hand. The other was firmly a fixed on the wheel, his steely eyes never leaving the road. Fishing out the single map I needed, I decided to try to bring the subject of my driver's license up again.

"Apa, you know I think you need?"

"What is that Elizabeta?"

"I think you need a nice, long nap. How about we pull over and you rest some? The circles around your eyes are getting darker."

"Beta, you know that we have to be at the new house by tomorrow morning and we still have a long while to drive, I can't take a nap now." He said, ruffling my long dark brown hair with a stern smile.

"Then, well, maybe at the new town I could get my-"

"Out of the question." His gazed turned ice and his smile disappeared.

"You know that we lost you mother, bless herself, to her driving. I don't want to lose you that way to." He was chocking back tears.

"But Apa-"

"No buts, Elizabeta. That's final."

A cold silence settled in the car. I looked out the window; the sun was setting behind enormous mountains in the west, across a prairie of golden grasses. The view was scenic, but the view I wanted was one of black pavement.

"Apa, it is getting late though. We should stop for the night."

He found sense in my words and pulled over.

"Your right, but you're going to be late for your first day of school."

We both smiled and got out of the car, looks like I won't be getting my licensee for a while longer.

Roderich's PoV

The bar was louder that usual as I pushed my way threw the crowds, toward the head of wavy golden hair that stood out against everything else like a candle in a dark room.

"Francis!"

"Roderich! I am so glad that you could make it!" said the golden headed man, turning around to greet me.

"How long has it been?" he asked, giving me a slight hug and a kiss on ether cheek, in the French fashion. (Which I promptly dodged.)

"Three months, but it had felt like years, old friend. How have you been?"

"You know, getting lessons done, preparing for the new classes. Did you know that they cut shop this year?"

"No, really? Must be having a hard time adjusting." I paused, trying to find something to turn the conversation around, "I hope they don't cut Piano, or French for that matter."

The Frenchmen laughed, "Oh, you cheeky little Austrian. The school board will never cut your classes, you have a way with that woman from Belgium, Camille is her name, I think. She has quite the thing for you." He said wiggling his eyebrows.

"You're joking, we have a strictly professional relationship." I retorted, blushing slightly at the thought.

"Seems like some one hasn't thought about a woman for a while," he said, his eyebrows raised still higher, "how long has it been since talked to a woman?"

"Can we not dive into the subject?"

I rubbed the back of my neck. It hadn't been that long, had it?

"Weeeeeeeeellllllllll, if it makes you so uncomfortable…"

I rolled my eyes and turned to the bartender.

"I'll have a glass of wine, the good stuff."

"Make that two."

The Frenchmen had that demonic gleam in his eyes again. God, this will be a long night, I thought.

Later That Night...

Acidburn713's two cents: DON'T DO JELLO SHOTS WITH FRANCE

You'll see why next chapter.

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