Author's Note:I gaurantee you guys, I don't hate you. Leaving you guys with cliff hangers is the only way I can keep you around. Anywho, this chapter is for Wildpelt84! I do not own Hetalia!

Roderich was bewildered at what Elizaveta had just done. He slipped the golden ring onto his ring finger, for it was originally his. Feliciano came running up the hall and clinged to Roderich's leg. The prince tried his best to smile for the sake of the child. He leaned over and picked up the child, pulling him into his chest. His violet eyes shifted to Elizaveta's father who was struggling to walk.

"Feliciano, get me a walking stick!" Roderich told the small kid.

"That is not necessary. We found a wheelchair!" Anne called.

"Thank you! Look out for him. I have things to tend to!"

"Yes, sir!"

The prince stormed off in his home, upset about what happened. He remembered about some meetings but refused to go. The sudden feeling he received from his former best friend made his heart weigh more than what it did. His heart was beating rapidly until he saw Elizaveta arguing with her mother.

He walked up towards them and put his arm between them. "Elizaveta, if you have some free time on your hands, I wish to see you in the music room!"

"Yes, sir. Sajnalom, anya! (Sorry, mother)" she spoke.

It seemed as though Roderich was stamping his feet out of infuriation and Elizaveta followed slowly, her head hanging low. She was upset and heartbroken for the both of them at what she did. She placed her hand against his should and he stopped dead in his tracks, turning around slowly with a frown on his face.

"Ja?" he asked.

"I'm sorry, your highness. I appreciate your kindness but I couldn't let you lie to my parents. Nor did I want to. I love them and I don't want to hurt them," she replied.

"You're forgiven, if you put this on!" He handed her the red sash that she pulled off of her waist as she noticed the golden ring on his hand.

"Wasn't this the one you gave me to fool my parents? If it's a spare, why is it on you?" she questioned.

"If I told you it was mine, would you have put it on anyway?" he replied as he wrapped the sash over her eyes and tied it in the back of her head.

"Probably not! Roderich, what are you doing?" she yelled.

"Just trust me."

He placed his hands on her shoulders and started pushing her the rest of the way towards the music room. He opened the door and pushed her gently into the room before flipping the switch to lighten the room. He grabbed what he intended for and leaned it against the grand piano that sat in front of them. He walked over to the teen and pulled the sash off of her head. The next thing she saw widened her green eyes. It was beautiful! A tan acoustic guitar sat before her.

The body was tan and the side was maroon. The neck was long but something that she wasn't used to. The six strings were already on it so it saved her a job to do. She stepped towards it and placed her fingers along the pegs and strings in a slow strum. A few tears formed in her eyes as she thought how much better it was than her old one. She turned to Roderich who was watching her and leaped into him, without warning. He gasped at the sudden tackle that slammed into him as he almost lost his balance.

He wrapped his arms around her back and held her close, his right hand in her hair and his left arm wrapped around her lower back. Her heartbeat quickened at his embrace. He seperated the strands of hair with his fingers before she pulled away.

"Your highness, you didn't have to!" she told.

"Hug you back or your early birthday present?" he asked.

"Both..." she responded, shyly.

"Lizzy, it is my engagement that made you break your first one!" He walked past her and took the guitar in his hand as if it weighed nothing and handed it to her. "Happy early birthday, meine beste freundin. (my best friend)."

She didn't have to be German to know what he told her. Sobs escaped from her eyes as she ran into him again and he returned her hug. Footsteps were heard coming from the hallway and Elizaveta was pushed out of his embrace into a corner and was issued to hush as Roderich's father walked in.

Luckily the room was lightly lit so that Elizaveta couldn't be seen in the corner. They were conversing about the engagement between Roderich and Maria Theresa and how pleased the prince is with his fiancee. The hidden teen couldn't take it anymore and she began to run for the door until Roderich's father caught her by the arm.

"Roderich, what are you doing with a servant?" his father questioned.

"Father, that servant is my best friend! Her birthday is next month so I wanted to give her the present I bought for her," Roderich defended.

"She is a servant. She doesn't deserve a present. That is why she is in servitude! Paying off the debt she owes!"

"She used to be my original fiancee. When I was six years old, I promised her I would marry her when she turns eighteen!"

"You remember?" Elizaveta asked.

Roderich nodded before his father replied. "Well your engagement with her is over! In fact, that's why I accepted this birthday party of hers. So she can find a husband and improve her moods at work!"

"Elizaveta... Did you know about this?" Roderich asked with wide eyes.

"Let me go! Please!" Elizaveta cried.

"Answer me!" Roderich replied.

His father tightened his grip on her arm. "Ahh! Yes, I knew! It wasn't my idea! It was Anne and Mary! Roderich, I was waiting for you!" Just then, Elizaveta realized she was on her knees, crying once again.

"Elizaveta!" her father called, seeing what was going on.

"Daddy!" she replied.

"Roderich, what is he doing here? He's the reason this innocent child is in servitude!"

"He came to visit his daughter, as well as his wife!" That was when the prince noticed Elizaveta was slouching towards the ground. "Father, let go of her arm." The king gave one last tight squeeze before letting go and Elizaveta's body fell to the floor. "Lizzy, are you alright?"

Her breathing was quick and unsteady as Roderich's hands touched her shoulders. Elizaveta's eyes opened quickly and sat up to stare at the worried prince.

"What happened?" she asked.

"You fainted." He stood up and patted his knees before going to the wall and pulling on the rope. He turned back around and approached his father before he spoke. "You interrupted us!" Roderich extended his arm and helped Elizaveta to her feet as she fell into him.

"What were you two doing?" he asked, hands balled into fists.

"Exactly what you see here!" Roderich replied, bringing Elizaveta closer into his chest. Anne appeared in the doorway and Roderich walked towards her, handing Elizaveta to her. "Take her to her mother! Keep her away from my father!"

Elizaveta ran behind Roderich and kneeled in front of his father. "Your majesty, I guarantee you that nothing is going on between your son and I. I've lost all my affection for him the day he beat me for breaking the china five months ago!"

"You are dismissed, Miss Hedervary!" the king announced. "And Roderich, this conversation is over."

Everyone left the room and Elizaveta ran toward the stables, where she found it easier to relax and calm down. She sat down on a hay barrel and placed her chin in her hands which relaxed in her knees. Her father struggled to follow her as her mother was at her side in a couple minutes, placing her hands on her shoulders.

"My little girl, my mother passed these music sheets to me when I was love sick. And it's time I pass it to you!"

"Cowboy take me away... So what did you do, mom?" Elizaveta asked.

"Your father and I eloped. We didn't want to tell you but we think it's about time you know. When we did, our families broke all ties with us. Which is how we ended up in the position we are in."

"We?"

"Yes. You too. Elizaveta, if your father and I never eloped, you would be able to marry that little friend of yours that you told us about twelve years ago."

Elizaveta continued her crying as her father walked inside the barn. "Lizzy, I'm sorry! I just love your mother very much and I would do anything to keep her!"

"I understand. If you guys didn't, I wouldn't be here! I'm grateful to you guys."

"Elizaveta, I need to see you in your room if that is okay," Anne told her at the entrance of the barn.

"Excuse me, mother and father," Elizaveta spoke as she rose to her feet and began walking. By the time she was at the doorway, she turned around with a smile. "Mom, dad, the man I was with was the man I promised you I would marry. But it wasn't meant to be..."

She continued in her path to her bedroom, practically stepping on Anne's shadow. On the way there, the king was spotted walking towards them. Elizaveta hid her face in her hands, afraid to face him as he walked past them. The poor teen stopped dead in her tracks, only to be towed the rest of the way. Anne surely didn't hesitate to keep her moving. By the time they arrived to her bedroom, Anne opened the door and what Elizaveta saw next amazed her. She didn't know what to think of it or find the voice to speak, it was so unbelievable.