Summary: As the party continues, the feast has started and the drinks are coming out. Some of the countries are leaving the party, but some of them have decided to stay. Germany needs more beer, and France becomes depressed over the woman who stole his heart centuries ago. Elizaveta convinces Roderich to play her a song.

A/N- Nothing that requires musical knowledge; sorry for that moment with the previous chapter. USUK Lemon in this chapter. No translations, use Google. Abel=Netherlands

A/N- 2/12/13- For those anticipating the final chapter, I'm sorry as I am finalizing my corrections for the completion of the story.

"Mmm! This tastes delicious. I've never eaten anything so good!"

"Dude, that's because your cooking sucks bro!"

"Hey, does anybody know where Japan went?"

"I don't know, is that seat next to America supposed to be his?"

"I guess so."

"... and then when I was leaving her room she said, 'Oh! You're so awesome!', and I was just like, 'Yeah, I know,' and left."

"Quiet! No more stories like that around Lily or I will blow a gaping hole in your hallow head with my rifle, you narcissistic bastard!"

Roderich was eating his food quietly as he listened to all of the other countries conversing over the meal. He sipped at his coffee closing his eyes, but peaking one of them open to see Antonio eating quite improperly. Setting the coffee down, he let out a pleased sigh.

"Do you like the coffee, Roderich? I think I remember how to make it the way you like it." Elizaveta said this with a hopeful smile.

"Oh, it's good," Roderich returned nervously. After thinking about it a moment more, he added, "It's actually better than I remember it."

"Why thank you szerelem. I wasn't certain if I had lost my touch or not."

Roderich blushed slightly. He cleared his throat. "So, you actually enjoyed the song?"

"Quite. It took me back to the days when you would play for me, in all truth."

He turned slightly more pink. He was, indeed, playing for her, though, at the time, he did not know it had gone on being heard. "Well I'm certainly glad. I felt as though Feliciano and I were playing in memory of those days." The aristocrat said this hoping to bring somebody else into the conversation. It worked.

"Oh, yeah!" Came the Italian's cheery tone. It was unnoticed that he was saddened for the real reason why he was playing for those days; however, he was also playing for the days he had a family, and they were his parents. "I was inspired by those times so many scores ago."

Hungary was about to say something, but the conversation was interrupted by an eruption of laughter from further down the table. They had apparently missed something incredibly hilarious.

"Ludwig, what did I miss just now?" Inquired Feliciano.

"Hm? Oh, it was a mix of the others laughing at Belarus freaking Russia out and how terrible England's food is. Nothing out of the ordinary."

"Oh. Hey guys, do any of you want some pasta?"

"Damnit Feliciano! Why the hell must you bring pasta into every damn thing!" Romano yelled at his brother.

"What? But pasta is the best!"

Antonio decided to jump in. "Hey! Amigos! Why don't you both just calm down and enjoy the evening for Elizaveta who made this all happen?" The two brothers then went silent.

"Hey, Austria," chimed in a sweet voice. Roderich turned towards Liechtenstein. "I was just thanking you for taking my big brother and I out to lunch that one time. It was very sweet. So thank you." She ended this with a genuine and adorable smile.

Roderich smiled slightly back at her. "You're welcome Lily. It was my treat to take you both out." Lily gave another grateful nod while Vash gave a look that so perfectly said 'Yeah whatever.'

As the conversations and laughter continued, the food was being depleted, and the drinks equally as much.

"Another glass of wine please, Iceland."

"Yeah, here you go Francis."

"Big brother? May I try some champagne?"

"No."

"More whiskey for me and Arthur, bro!"

"Here it is."

"Big brother, would you like some more vodka?!"

"Belarus what are you doing? I think our big brother has had enough."

"Netherlands, dude, did China just fall out of his seat?"

"Hahahaha! Ja, inderdaad!"

"Hey! Fuck you Antonio! I told you never to-"

He was cut off by a very angry Vash for the language around Lily. No need to mention a gun was involved.

Roderich himself had put some liquor into his coffee. He wasn't looking to get drunk, mainly because he wasn't really feeling like it right now, but also it seemed like some of the others would need a sober person around. He was already drunk a lot in his recent lonesome to begin with, so he had his share.

"Hey guys, I need to leave."

"We need to as well."

Everyone said their goodbyes to Switzerland, Liechtenstein, and Canada.

"Hey, did you ever notice Canada come in?"

"No, I didn't. I had no idea he was here."

As those countries were leaving, some of the others went to other places around Hungary's home. After that, only Hungary, Germany, Italy, Austria, England, America, Spain, Romano, France, and Poland were left. They had all migrated to Hungary's end of the table to drink and talk some more. Eventually America stood up and said he had to leave. Everyone wished him happy holidays, and he wished them all the same. Soon after, England said he was going home too, and everyone exchanged their goodbyes with him.

"Say France. I have a weird question for you."

"Yes Italy?"

"A lot of countries say that you're able to get plenty of women all of the time. But, I was wondering, isn't there a special woman in your life at all?"

France froze with a saddened look on his face. After a moment he said, "Oui," he looked down recalling saddening memories, "there was one woman who stole my heart. However, she passed away many years ago." He then turned away, and looked as if to see that woman appear before him like a ghost. In his mind, her memory was burned so strong, that he thought she was appearing before him for a moment.

A silence had fallen over the countries. Only a few actually knew who it was that he was talking about. Finally, Germany decided to break the silence.

"Say, Miss Hungary, would you happen to have another beer? I can handle my alcohol so you might want to bring out a few if you do have some."

"I do. They're in the kitchen, so I'll be right back-"

"I'll go get them," Roderich jumped in. He had accidentally acted quick enough to set his hands on the table with slight force.

"What?"

"Well, you've done so much for everybody already. I just thought I should get it for you."

"Alright. That's very sweet of you, Roderich. They're in the second refridgerator- the black one."

"Okay."

As he was leaving, he heard the others teasing Romano. "Romano, why do you always gotta be, like, stubborn and junk?"

"Shut up you asshole!"

Roderich shut the door and took a moment to think of how wonderful his life used to be. His melancholy moment seemed to last longer than it really did. My life was wonderful, and I didn't take it in as much as I could have. He thought of the mornings that Chibitalia and Hungary would bring him breakfast. The winter nights that he and Hungary went in to town to do the Christmans shopping. It was great. What happened? And then he remembered the assassination that started a very tensed world into a war. The trenches, the gas, the rats eating at disfigured shapes that used to be men, the men starving from the lack of decent food, the craters that pocketed no man's land, and even the 'trench foot' that some of the men suffered. It was terrible. I was so weak, no wonder I lost her. He remembered America and some of the other countries forcing his house to split. He only wished that she had stayed with him. He had fought for weeks to at least keep her, but when the day came in 1918, he lost her anyway.

Roderich had to force himself out of the bittersweet memories. His head was spinning only slightly, but his heart was pounding rapid and fierce. He shook his head and started towards his destination, but as he was on his way, Belarus ran into him.

"Have you seen my big brother? I've been looking for him!" She then gave Roderich a very serious look. "If you know where he is and won't tell me, I'll kill you."

Roderich just looked at her, creeped out as any country would be. He felt as if he was shuddering, but he couldn't be for certain. He then replied, "I haven't."

Belarus started to give him an 'I will kill you' look. However, someone came up behind Roderich and distracted her. "I actually think I saw him leaving with China a little while ago."

Belarus screamed out some very colorful language and went running out the door. Roderich sighed and turned around to see who had just saved him from Belarus. To his surprise, he turned to see Netherlands behind him. He was standing somewhat profound and was smoking the pipe.

"Abel?"

"What?"

"Why did you...?"

"Because she creeps everyone out, and so I decided to help you. Besides, it wouldn't be the first time I took your side. Anyway, I'm looking for Elizaveta to say 'goodbye' and 'thank you' to. Is she still in the dining room?"

"Yeah."

"Alright. Thank you Roderich, and happy holidays."

"Likewise."

Abel turned around and headed to the dining room. I can't ever figure him out, Roderich thought. Well, I guess I am grateful for him. The musician turned and went his own way to the kitchen. The two rooms were actually only seperated by the music room.

As Roderich approached the dining room, he noticed Japan standing outside the kitchen. He seemed almost sad and lonely just being there without anybody else. Roderich decided to keep him company for a moment. "Hello Japan."

"Oh, hello Austria. How are you this lovely night?"

"Fine. Yourself?

"I'm doing very well, thank you."

Roderich was giving Japan a concerned look with a hint an auspicious smile. Wait, why wasn't he at dinner? "Japan?"

"Yes?"

"Where were you at dinner? You missed a very delicious meal."

"Oh? I actually had already eaten dinner before I came over. I didn't want to intrude Miss Hungary at all." Roderich was impressed with Japan. He was very polite. "But I did assist in making the meal, so I thank you for the compliment."

"My pleasure."

"Austria, I hope I wasn't distracting you from anything. I'm sorry if I did."

Roderich chuckled lightly. "No, no. You weren't distracting me from anything. The worst that could happen is a German being angry that his beer is late."

"But isn't that actually a very bad thing?"

Roderich froze. As true as it was, it was very hilarious. He was amazed that he accidentally made a joke and missed it. He started laughing fairly hard, and Japan even chimed in a little. "How true you are."

"Well, I think you might want to prevent that."

"I shall. It was a pleasure to talk to you, Japan."

"Likewise."

Austria started to open the door as he was making one last remark to Japan. "Those Germans do hate-"

He stopped short in the middle of his sentence. He looked into the kitchen, stopped cold by what he saw. "Oh my God! Alfred! AAAHH!" Roderich looked at Alfred and Arthur heaped in lust and sweat that glinted slightly in the moonlight. Arthur was bent over the counter, his eyes gleaming, his breath panting between his screams, and his hands were clenched on the counter.

"So- ehr- tight!" Alfred's muscles were tense, his hands grabbed at Arthur's hips, his nails digging into the skin, and mouth grinned into something that almost looked sadistic.

The two hadn't noticed that Roderich was watching them with a shocked expression that contorted much of his face. And so they continued.

"Alfred! Don't! Stop! Go! Harder!" England yelled his pleas to the other country dominating him.

"Oh don't worry, Arthur, I'll pound you so hard that it pounds into your memory too!" With that, the American started to hump his way harder into the British man. Alfred started to grunt like an animal, and Arthur started to pant and almost squeel in pleasure as he was being filled with the American's shaft.

*SNAP* Roderich jumped as he went into a daze, and the two lovers froze and turned around. "Thanks for the picture Roderich. That is a genuine look of shock and disgust." Japan said this and turned to the two animalistic lovers. "Oh, and don't worry, I got plenty of you two. Goodbye now." Japan left as if nothing had happened, leaving the three to look awkwardly at each other.

"I'm going to shut the door so that you two can get dressed- though I'm sure you'd rather want to watch each other get undressed, but that is besides the point. I'm going to come back in after you two are done, I'm going to grab some beers for Ludwig, and I'm going to leave after that. You two are welcome to do whatever it is you want after that." Roderich shut the door, and started to wait outside.

While the Austrian stood outside the door waiting for the other two to get their clothes back on, he tasted dinner again but with something else that was acidic. He figured to himself that he must have almost puked during all of the comotion. "I heard that America and England had what was called a special relationship, but I didn't expect those relations to go quite that far." Austria shook as if to release the memory from his mind by force.

"Roderich, we're decent now."

I believe quite the contrary, Roderich thought to himself. He opened the door into the kitchen again. Alfred and Arthur were actually clothed this time. "Having an enjoyable evening you two?"

"Haha, yeah dude. It's been a pretty awesome night." Alfred said this awkwardly and was rubbing the back of his head. Arthur just turned his head away from the other two looking down. He was blushing quite harshly and his mouth was shurgged.

"Mhm, I'm certain it has been." Roderich went to the black refridgerator and opened it up. He grabbed as many beers as he could as to not have to return to this room anytime soon. "Could one of you get the door for me please?"

"I got it bro! Don't worry, I'm your hero!" The character who this obviously was went to the door and opened it back up for Roderich.

"You're not saving my life, Alfred, you're grabbing the door for me." Roderich walked out of the kitchen, and gave one last remark to the two. "In fact, on the contrary of saving my life, you both hurt it." He said this and walked away towards the dining room.

Arthur and Alfred looked at each other. "What do you think he meant?" Asked the American.

"I think I know, but that is a conversation we can have later. Why don't we prove what Roderich said and watch each other take our clothes off? You can do those naughty things again with that big shaft of yours." With that, the two countries started to almost have a race to see who could undress faster.

Roderich came back into the dining room and set down all of the beers in front of Ludwig. "You didn't have to bring me that many. I'm going to have to drink most of these quickly before they go cold. Could you please take some of them back?"

"Absolutely not." Roderich replied instantly.

"Fine, I suppose I could drink some of these quickly. Italy, do you want a few?"

"Sure Germany." The two of them both opened up a beer and started to drink. France was swaying from the amount of wine he had taken. Poland, Romano, and Antonio were all having a conversation. Elizaveta turned to Roderich and started to talk to him.

France put the side of his head on the table and looked at his hand laying in front of his face. God I miss you. You were the only woman to look through me and into my soul. He then shed a tear that rolled down his face and fell to the table. He then got up and said he was going to the bathroom. However, he lied; he was actually going to go to his car and drive home and drink some more in somber lonesome. He stumbled out of the dining room, swayed his way to the stairs, and stopped on the top stair, bracing the banister. "Your memory, burned into my mind with the flames that made you memory. You will always be in my heart." He put out his foot to continue down the stairs, but, instead, he fell down them. Landing at the bottom, he hit his head on the tile of the foyer and passed out from both the impact and the alcohol.

Back in the dining room, Germany had already drank two beers in the amount of time that France had left and fell down the stairs. He was now drinking a third one, and it wasn't looking like he was going to be stopping anytime soon.

"Roderich?"

The Austrian looked at Elizaveta. "Yes?"

"Would you be willing to play me a song on the piano?"

"Of course I will." She smiled at him and then they both stood up, and he pushed their chairs in. They walked to the door and he opened it for her, and did the same for the door into the music room. Roderich walked towards the piano, and Elizaveta secretly shut the door behind them and locked it. She then joined him on the piano bench. "What would you like me to play?"

"Moonlight Sonata from Beethoven. It's sad, but beautiful. A lot like you lately." Roderich sat still and stared at her. "Well? Am I wrong?"

"Well... I suppose not." He stared at the keys of the piano. She knew him so well. So she would understand that I'm better speaking through my music than my words. He placed his hands upon the piano keys, and began Beethoven's song.

Elizaveta sat next to him in silence, respecting his music. She allowed the sound to influence her. She felt the sadness that came from the song and Roderich, and the beauty that also came forth from them.

The notes rang off the strings of the piano purely, the room itself continued to furthermore make the music so much more genuine and unique, and all the while, Roderich's heart was speaking, and Elizaveta's was listening.

The song came to a close as Roderich played the last chord. After he had stopped ceased the piano's sound, the ceiling continued to play the vibrations the piano had given off.

Roderich sat there with his eyes closed from the music. Suddenly, lips familiar to his from years ago were upon his. At first, he thought it was an illusion given off by the music and his mind. He kissed back either way. Then he felt a hand upon his face. He knew it was real.

He pulled away from the kiss. "Elizaveta?"

She sat next to him dumbfounded. "Yes?"

"Are you sure? I mean, I was never all that great of a husband and I failed to keep you with me after... that war."

She looked at him and smiled. "Yes I'm sure. You were a great husband who cared for me everyday and loved me so genuinely that it was subliminal. You may have lost me back then, but you tried to keep me, and that's what mattered." She put her face close to his, "Besides, back then doesn't matter, you have me now." They started to kiss again, more intensely, more fully, and with more love than before.

In the other room, Germany was barely able to sit in his chair he was so drunk. Antonio looked at him happily. People are funny when their drunk, he thought to himself.

"Germany? Are you okay?"

Germany went to respond, but only managed in making some very incomprehensible sounds that were intended to be words.

Antonio looked at Italy. "Hey, sobrino, I think you should take Ludwig home. I'm fairly certain he couldn't make it on his own."

"Sí. I will."

Feliciano helped Ludwig out of his seat. He supported him out of the dining room and down the stairs to the door. Feliciano then noticed Francis on the ground. He let go of Ludwig and knelt next to the passed out country. "Hey, Mr. France? Are you okay?"

When he heard Germany's 'words', he realized what he did.

"AAAAAHHH! GERMANY! I'm so sorry! Are you okay? I swear I didn't mean to drop you. It wasn't my fault I promise..." Eventually he was cut off by the only three words Germany was able to say.

"Take... me home." Italy looked at him laying on the ground. He wasn't used to seeing the strong man he looked up to be so weak.

"Yeah, sure Germany." Italy helped his friend up again and took him outside and started to walk him to his home, leaving Francis on the ground.

A/N- No flames, but reviews are great!