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Thanks to lunarmischief for polishing this to a much readable chapter.

Gilbert was enjoying his time with one of the servants. He had the awesome idea to ditch the reception – it's not like it was his. Besides, his British friend was too in love to notice him gone anyway. The servant moaned as he touched her seductively. Every time the urge appeared he did it, but somehow, today, it just wasn't exciting. He wasn't even that turned on. He sighed and pushed himself up. The servant eyed him sadly.

"Sorry, miss." His German accent flowed easy with his English that it made the woman behind him blushed more. He grabbed his discarded jacket and went out of the abandoned room. He turned a few times and was somehow in the garden. The sun was blazing hot, causing the German prince covered his eyes. He hated it that his eyes couldn't stand a few minutes in the sunlight.

He returned inside the huge estate. It might not be as big as his own back in Germany, but this place was much newly built than his century old castle. He was after all, Prince Gilbert Beilschmidt of the House of Schwarzburg. Not that they were directly connected to the Royal family, but they must have been in the past to have this title.

"Mathilda! Maddie! Where are you?" Gilbert looked up in time to see the bride running in the hall with great speed even in her suffocating wedding dress. He arched a brow at the commotion. Arthur was running behind his wife. Just a few hours of marriage, the Brit had his wife running. Gilbert smirked at the thought of his own joke. Then he heard servants gossiping, saying that everyone was rather shocked that the bride declaring her sister was missing. They hadn't noticed.

Gilbert smirked. He can still remember how that sweet innocent girl melted in his hands. Though, she isn't innocent now that he had claimed her as his. But he did felt a bit bad for targeting a virgin. All of her potential marriage proposals wouldn't come now. That somehow brought a much bigger grin on his face.

"Bruder." He turned to his hard stone-faced brother. He had a scowl on his face.

"Scheiße, West. Don't scare me like that." He patted his taller younger brother. That had hurt his pride a bit, knowing that his brother is taller and somehow more muscular than him. They were both under the royal military serving Frederick William III as Colonel and lieutenant colonel respectively. How his kid brother turned more buff than him was beyond Gilbert. He was just glad that his brother still relied to him once in a while.

"Where have you been?" Gilbert laughed. Ludwig's interrogation would have had anyone else running for the hills. He was quite intimidating, what with his blond hair always combed back up neatly and the glare of his icy blue eyes that could bring down anyone to his knees. Not to mention his cross-armed posture and the military uniform he currently wore, which was, of course, frowned at by Arthur earlier but Ludwig refused to wear the English coat and cravat.

"Around." Gilbert waved his gloved hands and went to search for a drink. His brother followed him, his leather boots clacking on the white stoned floor. Upon arriving at the hall, they were greeted with glares and whispers. Gilbert shrugged it off. Gossiping was what the aristocrats did best, second only to producing heirs. It made Gilbert want to hurl; they were a bunch of pussies with nothing better to do with their lives.

"Uh, bruder. I think they are talking about you." Ludwig inquired as they passed a bunch of young ladies, who giggled when Gilbert gave them a seductive grinn but were pulled away by their mamas.

He grabbed a glass of wine - must be from the bride's uncle Francis. He preferred his German beer but this would have to do. He gave Ludwig a glass as well.

"Here, West. Lighten up. We are not in the presence of the king." He gulped his glass then something caught his eyes. He turned his scarlet eyes to a very pregnant women walking towards him with much less wobble when she walked.

"Yue! How can you mange to carry such a huge guy's child?" Yue blushed as Ivan smiled placing his hand on his wife stomach protectively.

"Gilbert, may I have a word with you?" She looked at the prying eyes of the other guests. "Alone." Gilbert heard a few sighs and a grunt. They must really want to know what happened with the missing twin and they seemed to suspect he had something to do with it.

The two old friends walked out of the hall, leaving a very uncomfortable German with a smiling Russian.

"Ludwig, pravo?" Ivan smiled at the German. He nodded an agreement.

"Ja?"

"How well can you hold your liquor?" Ludwig raised his brows at the smiling Russian. This cannot be good, Ludwig thought.

On the other side of the estate, Yue struggled to walk. She placed her hand behind her back to support the weight of the growing child inside her. Gilbert eyed her casually as they walked down a hall to the west wing

"Are you sure you should be walking so much?" Yue practically growled at him. "Hey, you don't have to bite my head off. I'm just concerned."

"Gilbert, how old are you?" The said German raised his brows. Oh no, not this again, he inwardly thought.

"Are you matching me up like those aristocrats, mama?" Yue eyed him wearily. "I'm not settling down if you're asking." They stopped in the middle of the hallway, Yue grabbing the nearby side table as her support and arching her neck to look up the ranting German.

"But you have a title to pass on."

"There's always Ludwig."

Yue raised her brows. "You think your father would appreciate that?"

"Like he cares," Gilbert scowled, crossing his lean arms. "He thinks that Ludwig is better choice to continue the Beilschmidt legacy anyway."

"Maybe you're thinking a little too lowly of your father."

Anger was boiling inside of the German. He combed his hair franticly and said through grinding teeth, "Mein Vati only cares about continuing the lineage, there is no way I'm going to be chained down by the aristocratic rule of being married to a proper lady and being cut out of the military." Yue smiled a little. True on what they say, Gilbert cared more about his rank than having a wife to take care off. And being the next in line, he must either resign his military activities or give up his spot to his brother.

"So you prefer serving under Frederick III?"

"Ja!"

"More than having a secure happy life with a wife that pampers you to no end?"

"Ja!" Gilbert declared without thinking, then, realizing his blunder, turned too looked at Yue in the eye. "Oh you sneaky fox, there is nothing in this world that would make me fall in love with someone other than Elizabeta." A cough was heard on their right that had them looking at a curious Arthur, an opened-mouth Amelia and a blood-shot eyed Mathilda. Oh scheiße.

"Mathilda, I'm glad to see you're feeling better." Yue walked casually to the said twin and checked her forehead again. Arthur eyed his friend but pulled his wife before she made any scene that wasn't necessary.

Gilbert glanced at the foursome going down the stairs then returned to see that he was left alone on the hall way.

"Was?" Well, that was rude of them. He grumpily walked towards were the two ladies went. He wasn't sure why, but he left like he was obligated talk with Mathilda. She seemed like she hadn't moved on from the night on her birthday. Yeah, maybe it wasn't the best idea to do that on someone that was hoping for a marriage proposal. But could they blame him? He was drunk at that time with their uncle.

He scratched his head as he strode towards the open door. He stopped his hand from knocking when he heard sniffles coming from inside.

"You have to tell him you know."

Another sniffle and a broken voice came. "But he'll have my head." Guilt was running through his veins. Maybe ravishing her wasn't really right. She was innocent after all. And she was so sweet to him.

"Listen to me, Mathilda. They will find out eventually, might as well get a head start."

So unlike him, Gilbert bolted out of the hallway, passing some servants and a couple giggling to one another and into the hall where everyone was cheering at two people seated opposite of each other on either side of the table.

Ivan and Ludwig looked pink on the face and there were bottles of whiskey and wine on the floor. Francis was counting how many glasses were consumed by each while Arthur and his father were laughing their heads off, most likely drunk, and Amelia was talking to YueMei as she held her three year old son, Michael, who was amused if you could tell by his rather solemn face.

Gilbert was having trouble digesting this. He looked a little shaken; maybe this want his father had warned him about when he said that his actions would come back to bite him in the arse. Mathilda would tell her parents that Gilbert had ravished her last month and they would come for him with forks and torches demanding to wed their daughter. Oh no. He wouldn't let that happen.

"Yue, should I tell Gilbert about the baby?" Mathilda asked shyly as Yue filled the basin with water. She guided her to it to wash her face. The cool water helped to soothe Mathilda's swollen face.

"Well, he is the father. You should."

"What if he doesn't want it? He did say he was in love with Elizabeta?" Mathilda cocked her head, a habit she did when she was thinking. Yue sighed as she re-tied Mathilda's hair.

"Do not worry about her. Let's just contemplate on how to tell your parents without making a scandal." Mathilda looked at her in the mirror. "Ok, fine, we will definitely make a scandal."

They were quiet after that: Yue tired and sleepy and Mathilda pondering on her thoughts, debating whether tell her parents after they left for America so she wouldn't be scolded or tonight and risk destroying her sister's wedding.

A loud knock on the door startled both of them and they turned to the out of breath prince.

Mathilda automatically stood and bowed to him. He though pulled his hand up and puffed a few breath to steady his breathing.

"What happened to you?" Yue asked sarcastically and while smiling down at him. He glared at her before straightening his posture, towering over both of them easily.

"Lady Mathilda, will you do me the honour of being my princess?"

"Eh?" was all Mathilda could say. Somehow, she felt like both she and her sister were cursed to like unromantic man. Yue blinked before coughing a few times and leaving the two alone, closing the door behind her.

He got down on his left knee while his right hand rested on his bent right leg. He bowed down like a servant to his king.

"I'm sorry I took you without any intentions of marrying you, but I would prefer for your dignity to be intact." Mathilda blinked. He wanted to marry her for her own reputation. She wouldn't have to tell her parents that she was carrying an unwanted child. But he did not love her. She would be marrying an unwanted match that was only accepted by the town because he had deflowered her. She looked as his silver-haired matt and wanted to feel it again on her finger tips. The way it tingles her fingers as he whispered with nothings to her ear.

"Oui," she said softly, biting her cheek. Gilbert pulled his head up.

"That's a ja right?" She nodded. Gilbert smiled awkwardly and pulled her in a hug.

"Tut mir leid." Mathilda didn't know what that meant, but he kept saying it the whole time they hugged each other.

Then Gilbert smirked. He pulled Mathilda away to look at her teary blue-violet eyes. "Guess we are going to crash your sister's wedding with this agreement." He tugged at her hand, leading her out of the room, Mathilda having trouble keeping up his long stride.

"Prince Beilsch—"

"I thought we passed that formality now that you're my fiancé?" Mathilda blushed. They went inside the hall where ever one had quieted down a little, and it seems that Ivan and Ludwig weren't backing down, but both of their faces were red. Yue was shaking her head with her mother at her side. The guests turned to face Gilbert and eyed his hand on Mathilda's wrist.

"Maybe not the best time."

"Agreed," came the quiet voice of Mathilda. He let her go and went to his brother's side, while Mathilda went to her parents. Her mother had a scowl on her elegant features.

"Where have you been, mon cher? You missed most of the celebration." Mathilda swallowed a lump in her throat.

She was saved by the commotion in the middle of the hall as Ludwig had slumped back on his chair and wasn't responding to the shouts of his brother in his ears. Ivan smiled and stood unsteadily, turned to his wife and kissed her full on the lips. That must have been gross. Mathilda thought about the alcohol breath that Ivan must now have. But Yue wasn't even disgusted as she smiled into the kiss.

That was what true love must be like. Mathilda eyed them jealousy and looked at her sister, happily helping her mumbling husband. She placed her hand unconsciously on her abdomen. Maybe she could still find love with this one.

"Is your stomach upsetting you?" Mathilda immediately moved her hands away when her mother inquired. She shook her head. Lucky for her, Laura let it go and stood to dance with her husband as music had started to play. It was waltz. Gilbert came strolling down to her and held his hand out like the first time they danced.

"May I?" Mathilda took it and they walked down the middle with a few whispers Mathilda could pick out.

"No way. He picked her over me."

"She is, after all, the bride's sister."

"He could be only playing with her."

Gilbert's gripped tightened as they passed the rest of the dancers.

"Ignore them," Gilbert said as he kissed her gloved hand.

Amelia and Arthur were on their side and before the music began, Amelia had the nerve of shouting, "Way the go Maddie!" Mathilda blushed at her sister's outburst while some the guests laughed.

The music started to play and the dancers begin. With a step forward and a step back, they twirled. That was a bad move for Mathilda; her stomach had the sudden idea to flip as well.

"You alright?" Gilbert knit his brows together at the sudden change of colour in Mathilda's face. Another twirl.

Yue was seated on one of the chairs with her drunken husband on one side of her and Ludwig on the other. Seeing the sudden change of Mathilda's face, she quickly (without waking her husband's slumber) called one of the servants for a clean chamber pot. They were puzzled but complied.

The music had speed up and the dancers changed partners. When Mathilda was partnered with Arthur, he also found her quite sick.

"Is something amiss, Mathilda? You look quite green."

"Hope not as green as your eyes." Arthur was taken aback by her sudden boldness. They changed partners again. This time, she was partnered with her father. Oh the joy.

"Mathilda—"

"I'm fine." Another twirl. This one made Mathilda stop and run towards the exit, finding a servant brining in a pot, and just in time, too. Hope its empty, she thought as she grabbed it and hurled her lunch. The music had stopped and everyone was looking at her. Can this day get any worse?

Yue and Amelia quickly went to her.

"Maddie! What's wrong?" Her twin's concerned voice had lightened her mood just a little.

"It might be the shrimp at luncheon," Yue covered and gave her a napkin once again.

"I'm fine now." Mathilda straightened her pose but was too afraid to turn her face to look at anyone. Yue thanked the servant as Amelia turned behind her.

"Do continue without us. The party must go on after all." She and Yue helped Mathilda up the stairs.

Leaving Gilbert and Arthur with whispers to hear.

"He touched her."

"He once again claimed another victim."

"He has no shame. This one was an innocent virgin."

He had never felt guilt so horrible that it threatened to break his appearance.

A/N: Reactions? Comments? suggestion? Are always welcome.

Special thanks to lunarmischeif for editing this in her spare time.

Thank you Sakura Lisette for reviewing. That made my heart swell. And tune for the next chapter maybe before school starts for me which is on Wednesday. So updates maybe a little slow. But I'm glad you guys loved it.

And waltz does have a lot of turns but you will surely enjoyed it. I know I did when I had that in PE two years ago. And sorry for a bit of character for Gilbert, since I wanted him to feel a little guilty for hurting Maddie. Hope you understand.

Hope to hear from you more.

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