"The story I'm about to tell you is how me and your father met." Elizabeta explained, smiling. "Ah, how did you two meet?" Rosa questioned. "We met as far back as when I was eleven, and he was only six. He was a cute kid, a very cute kid." The woman chuckled. "Did he look like how he does now?" The girl laid on the bed, trying to get comfortable. "Pretty much, only he's a lot taller and he went through lots of changes physically." The child's eyes opened wide.

"Like what...?!" Rosa asked in shock. "You'll know when you're older. Any who, shall I continue?" Nodding, the girl kept listening. "When he was 6, he was playing Bacci Ball with one of his friends. However, he scraped his knee falling, shortly after his friend had to leave. He was in pain and crying because it hurt so badly for him. When I heard his cries, I decided to help bandage the scrape and treat him to gelato, his favorite treat. However, even if we did know each other back then, we didn't know each others names until high school." the Hungarian chuckled.

"Wow, I'm surprised he never told me this stuff." the younger one said amazed. All her mother did was chuckle a bit more. "Maybe he's too embarrassed to explain how upset he was over scraping a knee. As I was saying about high school, your father was very smart in school, and he was able to skip 6th and 8th grade. He was only 12 when he entered 9th grade, and I was a 17-year-old senior. Once, I invited him over to my house because he needed my help for homework. On that same day, he confessed his feelings to me. However, since he was too young to date me at the time, I was forced to reject the offer. He handled it well, yet he still always had feelings for me."

"Aww! Papa was a dork back then?" The five-year-old couldn't stop laughing. "I don't know about a dork, but he did have a somewhat nerdy appearance. At the time, he was kind of short, about 5 feet tall, had glasses, had braces, and he was always getting caught into silly things. Though, when he was a 10th grader, he somehow grew taller than me and didn't look so nerdy. To tell you the truth, he looked hot from there, and got hotter throughout the rest of high school and college. Now, I think he's a real hot shot." The two continued to giggle and giggle.

It was a temporary reprieve from all the troubles outside the room for a girl to talk to her mother about her father's silly, yet painful past that was yet to be explained to the child. However, outside the room, an unwanted guest came just recently, perhaps about five minutes ago. He was the one behind all of the chaos. The one who sent Gilbert to do all of the dirty work. His name, aforementioned, was Roderich.

After the story was explained a bit, Elizabeta suddenly heard a scream that sounded like her husband's voice. She also heard the sounds of tools falling, slapping, and cursing. Quickly, she opened the bedroom door and to her dismay, she saw Roderich mercilessly beating Feliciano with a shovel, kicking him in the chins, and trying to choke him, and Ludwig trying to hold the Austrian back. On the other hand, Gilbert was about to get beat after Feli was unconscious.

"Elizabeta, please help! He's too strong for me!" her husband cried, getting hit in the back with the shovel. "Shut up, Feliciano! You deserve to get beat because you're nothing but a desperate, impulsive, and sex-crazed man whore." the piano playing antagonist screamed. "Roderich, you leave my husband alone! He didn't do anything. I will have you know that he loves me VERY much, and you're being ruthlessly childish trying to mess with him like this!" Elizabeta shouted in fury, taking the baseball bat and hitting him in the nose with it.

He started to bleed from his nose, and Feliciano managed to get away. However, the Italian's nose was dripping blood, and he had pains all over his body from the shovel's hits. It was hard for him to walk, practically. While Elizabeta tried to fight Roderich and punish him for his doings, Feli ran to see if his daughter was okay.

To his dismay, she was sobbing loudly. "Rosa, come here. Papa's here to comfort you in this time." the male cooed. "Mhm..." The little girl wrapped her arms around him and sobbed into his shirt. "Papa, m-mama was telling me about how she met you." the child whimpered. The older man was slightly shocked. "Yeah? What did she say?"

Getting the funny, happy thoughts back in her head, she chuckled "She told me that you were a very cute kid, and that you were a total nerd in high school, then you got... hot." Feliciano laughed at her description. "That's kind of true, actually. Wow, you're very happy all of a sudden." he remarked, grinning.

Meanwhile, Gilbert was trying to "do his job" in front of Roderich to avoid punishment, and assist him to beat Elizabeta. Since those two were honestly too much for her, with the beating from earlier adding to her loss in second battle, she was left with a broken arm, a bloody nose, and a broken ankle. Her face was black and blue, so were her legs. Her right eye was blackened, and her clothes were dirty and torn.

Worst of all... she was unconscious all over again, on the dirty floors. Feli knew it was time to check on what was going on outside after comforting Rosa, and to his dismay once again, his wife was left unconscious, with even worse damage to her body. Suddenly... blood rushed through his veins, and he grew furious. "Roderich, Gilbert, look at what you two did to her!" the Italian screamed.

"Hah, maybe I wanted to defend myself. It's what you're supposed to do in a fight." Roderich spat out, quite annoyed. Out of anger, Feliciano rolled up his sleeves and slapped Roderich across the face. "Ugh, you fucking piano bastard! You know, you're being really unjust, absurd, childish, and an asshole for plotting against me and Elizabeta! Maybe you're not too fond of me and all, but you have no right to do these things to me, or Elizabeta, or even Rosalia! I will have you know that I love Elizabeta very much, and does it make me worse off as a person to love her? No, I don't think so! You fucking piano bastard!"

Roderich grabbed Feliciano by the shoulders, and reluctantly, after watching the fight, Gilbert tried to choke Feliciano. His breathing, being halfway cut off. However, meanwhile, Ludwig was doing the smart thing, which was to get the authorities on Roderich, and Gilbert. Trying to get back to normal breathing, Feli used the extra strength he had to get the Prussian's hands off his neck.

"The reason why I'm even plotting against you, is because look, you're very impulsive, and it was very lewd of you to steal Eliza's virginity before you even popped the question. From Francis, I had also heard you even tried forcing her into it! I protect Elizabeta with a lot of tough love and force, and for you to be doing these things with her, is a big fat no! You really are impulsive, and you're also a pasta bastard." Roderich spat out, taking a pocket knife and stabbing Feliciano in the side, causing blood to slowly trickle down the side of his leg.

With his arms bound by one of Roderich's arms, he could barely try to stop himself from bleeding to death. After that cut was inflicted, the Austrian very slowly ran the knife down the skin, causing the cut to grow bigger. Rosa was doing her best to avoid the fighting, but she couldn't help herself when she heard her father's cries for help.

Trying to look under the bed, she found a gun under the bed. Since she knew darn well that firearms needed bullets to function, she tried to look to see if there were bullets inside. Her mother did teach her the functions of guns, after all, from self-defense lessons at home. Carefully looking, the brunette saw that there were 3 bullets left.

Slowly stepping outside, hiding the weapon behind her back, she saw her poor papa with a wound on his side, blood on his face, dirt on his face, and some blood patches on his clothes. She knew it was her objective to defend her family, and giving the Austrian what he deserved was a plus. Doing her best to hide behind the boxes, she suddenly found a box right behind Roderich. Aiming where one of his legs was, she clicked the firearm, and suddenly...

...BOOM! The weapon fired, and it hit the back of the piano player's legs. Gilbert let go of Feliciano, and was shocked when he heard the gunshot. "AHHHH! WHO DID THIS?! WHO DID THIS?!" the pianist cried in shock. Feliciano tried to look, and to his surprise, he saw his child standing there stiff with a gun pointed. He never knew his own child would go so far.

"Rosa, you defended yourself, and that's good." Gilbert told her, grinning a bit. Feli just stood there in awe, too shocked to say anything. He was completely stiff. Roderich was just on the floor, knocked out from his head hitting the floor, with a bloody leg. "I had to! He was trying to kill my dad! I thought it would be good to try to hurt him." the child said heroically.

"Rosa... Rosa... I think I hear a police car outside." Feliciano stuttered. With Ludwig, the police came down to the basement to see a child with a gun, a man with a wound on his side that was her father, another man shot in the leg laying on the floor, an unconscious woman who was the mother of the child with the gun, and a white-haired man.

"Explaining must be done." one of the policeman said sternly. Indeed, there was a lot of explaining.