Hello. I hope you enjoy my story. This is part of a group of four fanfictions. This piece focuses on Gilbert and Elizabeta. The companion pieces focus on Feliciano and Ludwig; Antonio and Lovino (This one is finished and is titled 'Under Appreciated'); and Francis and Arthur. It won't be necessary to read the companion pieces, but it will enhance the story. I will try to update as often as I can, but I can' promise anything. Please leave reviews and comments. I like constructive criticism, but please don't be too mean. Thank you for reading.

Chapter 1

"I'm sure that your fiancé will be quite happy to see you, Elizabeta. I do hope that you are more ladylike this time around. No man wants to marry a woman who is so…" Elizabeta's mother stopped, searching for the right word, "brazen. A girl of your age should already be married."

Elizabeta sighed as the topic of marriage came up once again. She had told her parents time and time again that she was not interested. Sure, Roderich seemed nice enough and he was handsome and talented musician. His family had status and he would be more than able to take care of her. However, that was not what she had wanted.

"Anya," she started, slamming her fork down on the table. "You can try to convince me all that you want, but that is not going to change my feelings."

"Darling." Her mother's pout caused Elizabeta to roll her eyes. "I just want you to be happy."

"I can be happy without a husband. I don't see why-"

Before Elizabeta could finish, she was abruptly cut off by her father. "Elizabeta Héderváry, I refuse to allow you to talk to your mother with such a tone. You are to marry Roderich and I don't want to hear any more protesting."

Elizabeta knew it was pointless to argue. Instead, she folded her arms over her chest and stood up. "I'm going to my quarters, if that is all right with you, Father. Oh, and don't worry, I couldn't escape and swim to shore." As tempting as the notion was it was unrealistic and she knew it.

As she had expected, her words caused her father's face to light up in rage. He opened his mouth to speak, but the door to their private dining area flew open. His head snapped in the direction of the man who entered and Elizabeta felt a little sorry for him.

It was obvious upon looking at him, that this man was not a part of the crew. He looked a bit startled at the greeting he received, but at the same time amused. "I'll just give you a minute," he said not wanting to confront the man who was currently glaring daggers at him. He turned to walk away before remembering the reason he had been down there in the first place. He looked back with a grin. "Oh, and your ship has been captured. We, pirates, expect your full cooperation."

"What?" Her father bolted up after the shock wore off and ran after the man, grabbing his sword as he passed through the doorway. He turned to face the two woman with a stern seriousness on his face. "You are to stay hidden no matter what happens."

As soon as he was out of sight, Elizabeta began to look around for some sort of weapon that she could use. There was no way that she was going to play the part of the helpless girl while the crew risked their lives. Of course, she would most definitely hear about it later, but she didn't really care.

It only took a few seconds for her to come to the conclusion that there was nothing of use in this room. The small kitchen next door, however, was sure to have something. Upon entering, she caught sight of a frying pan. It wasn't ideal, but it would have to do. Elizabeta, ignored the confused cries of both the chef and her mother as she made her way to the stairs and eventually onto the deck.

"What do we have here?" one of the pirates said upon seeing her. "A pretty young thing like you would make quite the prize." His greedy eyes made her tense up and her skin crawled as he made his way over to her.

"Maradj ott!" Elizabeta shouted. Her voice was firm, but her body didn't seem to back up her words. Subconsciously, she took a step away with each step he took closer.

A smirk spread across his face, and she realized almost too late that she was uncomfortably close to the edge of the ship. Her hands tightened around the frying pan. It seemed she had no choice. Before she could think about it too much, she raised it up and swung it at the pirate with all of the force she could muster.

To her surprise, he stumbled backwards. His hands covered his nose, but she could see the blood that dripped onto his shirt. Elizabeta lowered her weapon, but didn't dare let it slip from her grasp. All she could do was stare at the man, both pleased with herself and startled by the fact that she had managed to break a grown man's nose.

A loud laugh brought her back to reality. She turned sharply to face the man. A gasp escaped her mouth as she caught sight of him. The pirate's white hair and red eyes had caught her by surprise. She found herself gazing at the unusual looking man. Despite her fascination, a glare formed on her face.

He was laughing at her. Hatred boiled up inside her and Elizabeta took determined steps in his direction. She wasn't entirely sure what she was planning to do, but that didn't stop her. How dare this man laugh at her.

Anya (Hungarian)- Mother

Maradj ott! (Hungarian)- Stay back