A/N: Hey everyone! Welcome to chapter two! Thank you for waiting the 8 months it took for me to take two nights and actually write it! Sorry if it's rough! Please read and review!

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. I'm writing this for pure entertainment without profit.

Warnings: Lemons, Human names used. It's rated M for a reason. Also I'm pretty sure, this entire chapter is full of sexy things and romantic things that might make you gag.

Elizaveta spent most of her time trying to be close to her Roderich after that night. They began making love almost every night. She loved being with her husband that way. He was gentlemanly when they were in public but when they made love, he was fierce and passionate. Roderich was a completely different person. He would take control. He knew when to be gentle and when do be rough. He would take all her body's cues and adjust himself. Together they would go to sleep satisfied and in each other's arms. It seemed as though their entire relationship had changed overnight. They were lovers now.

Roderich was different around her now. Not so awkward and not so formal. He was always a gentleman and never pushed her. He did however become more dominant and almost seductive. Elizaveta loved this. She couldn't keep her eyes off him. He always seems cool and collected but then her mind would wander to the nights they spend. She would be reminded of his passion. She thought of what it felt to have him inside her. It drove her crazy. This was all happening so fast. He became the perfect lover. He knew what she liked both in and out of the bedroom. He would help her with chores and eat meals with her.

Roderich even started spending time with Feliciano, a young country in his ward. He would play the young country sweet melodies on the piano while his wife watched from a distance. It was nice seeing the two of them together. She felt like they were a little family sometimes. Feli (as Elizaveta called him) spent a lot of time with Holy Roman Empire and the house was quiet without him. Feli, always wore girls clothes and Roderich had always assumed that Feliciano was a girl. However, Elizaveta knew that he was, in fact, a boy. She didn't bother to mention it because she didn't feel it was important. Feli was Feli and that was all that mattered to her.

Though now Roderich did not have much time for his piano, He still enjoyed meals with his wife and they would just talk for hours.

Between his paperwork and such, Elizaveta would bring him slices of cakes or pastries and tea, sweetened to perfection. He would take a break from the desk and paperwork to admire his wife. He would have a quick talk with her while he ate. Always, as quick as she came, she would have to go and leave him to his work. He hated when she left. Work was always terribly dull and she was the only break in his long and tiresome day. He continued to long for her until any meal time came. She was his and he was hers. Every night they would be reunited and alone. There, he would take her. There, she was his.

One night, when she brought him his late snack and tea, he smiled at her and whispered, "You're beautiful, my love. I don't think any other husband has ever been so lucky than I." She blushed at this and thanked him with a peck on the cheek. He guided her down on his lap and decided to give her a deep and passionate kiss. He had an idea to tide himself and his wife over until the evening. Mid kiss, He pulled her up onto the edge of his wooden desk. Elizaveta didn't have a clue what he was attempting. He is usually so seriously when he's doing his work. He doesn't usually have time to kiss her passionately or do much of anything else.

"What are you d-doing, Roderich?" She stuttered.

He put a finger to her lips, "Hush, love, you'll like it" He advised. With that his hands made their way up her dress and he took off every piece of clothing that kept him from her womanhood. He positioned his head right between her legs. At first, he just kissed her bare legs, running his lips and sometimes his tongue up and down her thighs. She let slip a tiny sigh of a moan from this. He smiled, clearly satisfied that his idea was working. His hands gently pushed her legs further apart and he pulled her closer to him. The moment he made contact with her clitoris she shuttered and gasped. He licked it slowly at the beginning, just to see what her reactions to this were.

She couldn't believe what he was doing. It felt fantastic. His tongue was right at her clit. He was nibbling and sucking on it now which only made her scream, "Roderich!" Anyone could have heard her. She didn't care. Besides, Roderich loved hearing his name being screamed by this beautiful woman. His tongue was going faster now. She suddenly grabbed his hair and was playing with his mariazell. It was something to distract her from the inevitable release. She wanted this feeling to last forever.

After what seemed like only seconds to Elizaveta, she couldn't hold on much longer. Just as she came she pulled his hair, hard. What a wonderful feeling it was. She could hardly move. She was panting and he had just finished licking up his mess. She was half shaking when he removed his tongue from her, he asked, "Did you enjoy that, Elizaveta?" He knew fully what the answer would be.

Elizaveta could only manage a nod. Words wouldn't form just a smile and him. He was kissing her thighs and looking up at her. He loved her and even if this experience was a little embarrassing for him as he had never tried something such as this before. It was well worth the look on her face and his sense of accomplishment.

He helped her put her clothing back on, though he didn't enjoy it. However, he insisted he kiss the flesh before covering it with fabric. She had never felt so loved, so wanted nor so sexy. Once she was dressed she jumped into his arms and held him. She muttered into his ear, "I love you, my Roderich"

"As I love you, my dear" He replied. She glanced over to the clock and realized she could to go say good night to Feli before he went to sleep. She had missed the opportunity to do so these last few days. All the love making and attention she was getting from Roderich, was making her neglect the poor Italian country.

"I think we should go say goodnight to Feli, Roderich." He nodded and got up with his wife to go looking for the young country.

When Elizaveta found him, he was just crawling into bed and she walked over to the bed. Feli was excited. Roderich stayed out in the hall. He felt as though he would intrude on their moment had he hovered.

"Caio Bella!" Feli yelled excitedly. He threw off his covers and jumped into her arms, his little form trying to wrap around her. She gave him a motherly embrace and kissed the top of his head.

"Hush, Feli" She whispered putting a playful finger to his lips. "It is bed time, little one. Now get under the covers." She tucked him in tightly then began singing a lovely Hungarian lullaby. Her voice ringed though Feliciano's room and into the hall. Roderich was floored. His wife sang in perfect pitch. He wanted to run down to the piano room and stroke his keys to her melody. How he almost yearned to play. Work and his wife had to come first. He settled with admiring his wife from the threshold. It was a beautiful sight. He felt like he was watching a mother and her child.

Feli was fast asleep within minutes. When Elizaveta finished her song, she kissed Feli on the forehead softly. Roderich walked in to see young Feli. The young country looked fragile and calm, So peaceful in the moment that even the slightest sound could upset the little one. He scooped his wife into his arms, pressed his lips against hers and carried her to their bedroom.

He had never been more in love with her than in that moment. He saw her for all her beauty and her innocence. She acted tough when she was around Gilbert and even he before their love making had made her barriers come crashing down. He wasn't the only one that changed around his love. His love was changing too. She was becoming more delicate, more feminine and seemingly more confident than she was the first night they made love.

When they both got into the bedroom, Elizaveta was sucking on Roderich's neck. When he laid her down, he did so ever so gently as to break her. She took off his jabot hastily and unbuttoned his shirt slowly, teasing him. He smiled at her lovingly and let her undress him. She trailed kisses all down his chest and across his neck. Just as she finished taking off all this clothing, he pulled her up and kissed her. His tongue slipped into her mouth effortlessly. As he kissed her he slowly removed all the clothing that kept him from her body. He put a finger inside of her unhurriedly. She gasped his name.

"Elizaveta," He began, "I will not make love to you tonight, my dear." He removed his fingers from her.

"Why N-not" She gasped. She didn't understand why he would suddenly stop pleasuring her. He had no issue with taking her these past few days. Was something wrong with her? Did he not want her anymore? Was he done? Her heart was racing. All these thoughts in the split second it took for him to answer.

"Do not misunderstand, my love. I could make love to you all night and have no regrets." He let a gentle hand wander up and down her soft curves. She let out a quick sigh of relief. "However, I feel as though I've taken advantage of your willingness to letting me have you every night." He admitted.

"Roderich, you are not taking advantage! I want this. I want you. I love you," she paused, "always."

"I love you too, my dear, and I very much want you too. However, I would like to court you. I know it seems odd and backwards that I have married you, made love to you and have yet to escort about town or take you dancing. A proper gentleman would have done such things."

"Always a gentleman" she thought. "Alright, Roderich, you may do as you like."

The two countries did not make love that night. He smiled and just kissed her well into the night.

The next morning Roderich got up before dawn. He grabbed his glasses and dressed himself in a button down shirt, pants and his customary jabot. He walked down the elegant stairs and slipped into the kitchen. He started making breakfast for the two of them as his love was sleeping. He boiled water for tea as well. This was his first step: making a meal for her. He took great pride in his pastry making skills.

After an hour or so he was finished. He grabbed jam, milk, and sugar and placed them on the silver tray along with tea, pastries and cutlery. The entire platter was arranged simply but presented well. The pastries were fresh and soft. He ended up making too much that he left a tray with juice in the kitchen for Feliciano.

He slowly carried the tray, going up each step carefully as to not to spill the tea. He walked down the great, long hallways to their bedroom. When he opened the door she didn't stir. He placed he tray down on the small, metal table on the balcony outside. He took in a breath of fresh air. He stared into the horizon. It was not quite day break yet. He had everything ready to just in time. He turned around and saw his wife through the curtains.

Upon their four-poster bed was Elizaveta. She was in the most uncomfortable looking position with both breasts exposed above the sheets. The comforter was on the floor and she was sound asleep. He choked back a laugh.

He felt guilty waking her up from such a peaceful state. He slowly bent down to kiss his love. First her forehead then her cheeks and finished with her mouth. The kiss to the lips was what surprised her. She gently awoke to his touch. When she gathered herself into consciousness, she wrapped her arms around Roderich and pulled him down to deepen her kiss.

He was the one that pulled away first. "Sorry for waking you so early, Elizaveta, but won't you join me for breakfast?"

She was confused for a moment. She usually made all the meals. She could see the curtains in front of the balcony open and she saw a bit of the shine of the tray. The smell of pastries filled the room. She got up and began walking towards it without thinking about her attire. Roderich was quick to save her.

"As much as I enjoy your exposed body, as your husband, I would love to keep those beautiful curves my little secret, darling." He winked at her as he handed her a silk, green robe. He kissed her neck gently. He sighed at his touch. They walked out together and he pulled out her chair for her.

As they ate and drank their tea they got to enjoy a breathtaking sunrise. The sky was rich with pinks and yellows and blues and oranges.

"This is beautiful, Roderich!" She whispered

"Not as beautiful as you" He stated casually. He truly was a gentleman.

As she was finishing her tea, without her noticing, Roderich put a hand on her thigh. She tried to begin a conversation but he proceeded to stroke the silky, thin fabric of the robe she was wearing. She stopped trying to speak. He was just looking over his glasses at her. He wanted her. He wanted to take her right there. No maids around. No officials visiting. No annoying Prussia. Who would see them this early in the morning"

"Roderich…" She sighed. It was music to his ears. She had a smirk on her face as she stood up and sat right on his lap. She could feel his eagerness beneath her.

"Mein Gott, love. You're being rather naughty today." He expressed.

"Don't act like you're not enjoying it" She stated as she got on top of him. It was time she returned his kindness.

Sorry guys! I end it on a sexy cliff hanger. Hope you enjoyed it. Please review so I have the motivation to keep going! Sorry and thank you for waiting for the second chaper! I have plenty of notes on this story but I just have little time to update as much as I would like! I did write this in two nights so it was probably a bit rough but I felt I couldn't have you guys wait any longer.