I do not own Hetalia. I only think that it's awesome enough to write about.

I sigh. "Feliciano there's…"

He smiles widely. "I know that you were probably lonely, but you managed to get the attention of two more guys?" My mouth drops open. He sounds…proud. "Good job!"

I shake my head in confusion. "Wait one moment…what are you talking about?"

He bounces in excitement. "That guy in the middle was really into you! Wasn't he that guy that was with you when I left with Ludwig?"

"FELI! Would you listen?" I demand. I put my hands on my hips. "Really Feli! Would you allow me to explain?"

He doesn't looks too affected by my loud voice. "But Miss Elizaveta…the thing is that they looked so familiar with you! In such a short time! And you even punched one of them and he didn't complain or anything…."

"That is enough, Feliciano." I tell him sharply. "I was not even supposed to talk to any of them!"

I lean my head on the wall. Now they'll know about…how my brother abandoned me.

"Miss Elizaveta?" I hear Feliciano ask softly. "I'm sorry for being so annoying. Mister Roderick tells me that I don't know when to stop." I turn to my side and see Feli looking at the ground shuffling his feet.

I pull him into a hug. "Ah, Feli. Do not worry about that. I…just feel a little confused right now. It is not your fault."

"You know it's all right if you speak like a commoner with me." Feli tells me.

I tense up. "I did not even realize I was not."

"You're doing it again." He informs me teasingly. "It's okay. You can pretend to be a noble lady for tonight. But much less mean."

I feel a sharp pang of the reminder. I am part of the nobility. Or at least I was. I fake a smile. "Thank you for understanding. Now don't tell…"

"I know I know. I won't tell Mister Roderick about this. I'm not as dumb as I pretend to be."

"Feliciano." I put my hands on my hips. "You are not dumb. Who told you that?"

"Elizaveta?" I turn around and see Roderick standing behind me. "What are you doing in the corner by yourself?"

"…" My mouth goes dry. When did he get here and how much did he hear?

"I was just telling her who to stay away from Mister Roderick!" Feliciano tells him brightly.

"Oh. Well." Roderick offers his hand. "Shall we dance?"

I nod. Wow…I'm going to dance with him…Snap out of it Elizaveta! I command myself.

I take his hand and we go out to the dance floor.

I curtsy and he bows. I never liked taking dance classes as a child, but now I'm glad I did. I won't embarrass myself in front of him.

I feel his hand on my back and then we dance. Somehow I expected more. Like a floating sensation, but it's only a dance after all. He spins me out gracefully and I catch a glimpse of Gilbert standing with his mouth wide open at us. Oh this is not good.

The song ends and I pull Roderick over to another part of the ballroom.

"Elizaveta where are you taking me?" Roderick asks.

I turn my head slightly to look at him and see Gilbert weaving through the crowd. Got to move so he doesn't…

"Liz!" Catch us. Damn it all. Gilbert smiles his arrogant smile. "Running away from my Awesomeness?"

I huff and look away pointedly. Roderick just looks annoyed. "What do you want Gilbert?"

"A dance." He replies. He smirks. "With your date."

Roderick looks even more annoyed. "Not a chance."

"I believe that it is the lady's choice, non?" Francis appears beside Gilbert.

"So what do you say senorita?" Antonio asks from the left of Gilbert.

I stay frozen in place. "Well…if Roderick does not mind terribly…"

Gilbert huffs. "Mein Gott, Liz just decide for yourself. If he does not agree hit him with a frying pan."

"Hit me with a frying pan?" Roderick exclaims. He looks so confused. I have to get rid of him quickly before he reveals everything. Why didn't I do a better job of hiding the truth?

I turn beet red. "Fine! But just one and no tricks!" I allow Gilbert to lead me to the dance floor and away from Roderick who looks like he's about to protest. Crap. I left him with Francis and Antonio! What if they tell him?

"Gott, Liz. What are you doing with him?" Gil's voice brings my attention back to him. "You do not even act like yourself with him."

I scowl. "Listen Gilbert. Roderick does not know that we know each other from when we were children. Please do me a favor and stop…"

"Stop embarrassing you?" He smirks and bows. "Now Liz, why would you think I would do anything like that?" Oh God is this a waltz? My last dance with my father was a waltz. I force myself to hold in my feelings of sadness. I curtsy and he bows slightly. I guess bowing is too awesome for him.

He puts his hand on the small of my back and wraps his arm around my torso tightly.

I give him a look and he just shrugs and smirks.

"No tricks, Gil." I remind him forcefully.

The violin plays a sharp note and he brings his face so close to mine. "Of course not."

He's a surprisingly good dancer considering that he always skipped out on our required dance lessons. I shake those memories away. How did I get to this? I should have tried harder to stay away from him. I should have told him that I wasn't me. I feel a pang of regret. I have to disappear again; Gil's probably going to be…Well, to be honest I have no idea how he will react.

I feel him spin me out and I feel like I'm gliding. I come back into his arms and I smile despite myself.

"I am an awesome dancer right Liz?" He whispers into my ear.

I force myself not to react. "I think you need a little more practice."

He smiles with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He dips me low to the ground and my breath catches. "How was that?" How is it that I'm not falling?

I just nod and he makes us move, no glide, faster around the dance floor. I can scarcely breathe for some strange reason. I decide to turn the tables and I push myself closer to Gil. He blushes and stammers. "L...Liz?" I flash a coy smile and tilt my head to the side. "What?" I lean in closer to him and when he leans into me, I snap back into my previous position and the song ends.

I move away from him and smirk. "That was for making me look bad."

He regains his composure. "What with me by your side? I made you look awesome."

I wave my hand dismissively. "Whatever you say, Gil." I walk over to where Roderick is. He looks…bored. I think that's good. Hopefully that means that those two haven't told him anything about me.

"Elizaveta, we should spend more time away from those three." He nods in the direction of Gilbert, Antonio, and Francis who are laughing loudly.

I nod. "I agree." I don't know his reason why, but I'm just glad that I don't have to spend time with Gil. When I leave again I might hurt him. And I don't want to do that. Even if he can be a jerk sometimes.

"Kesesesese! So did you enjoy that dance?" I hear Gilbert say from behind me. "I bet you did, I am an awesome dancer after all." I feel myself being turned around to face him.

He's smirking. That smirk of his is so annoying.

"Gilbert, kindly leave us alone." Roderick tells him with some strain in his voice.

"Why? Were you about to do something…scandalous with her?" That has got to be Francis.

I try to turn back around, but Gil prevents me from doing so. He puts a finger to his lips.

I shake my head. "I can't play games with you Gil!" I whisper.

"Who said this is a game? I want you to come and see my parents. They will be so happy to see you again."

"So…Roderick. Where did you meet Liz?" I hear Francis ask.

I tense. Why in hell's name is he calling me Liz? I force myself around and see Roderick delicately raise an eyebrow. "Liz? Why are you calling her a nickname when you just met her?"

Francis snorts. "Just met her? I have known her since…" Gil nudges him.

"Is that not Miss Kirkland…all alone?" He asks.

Francis straightens and clears his throat. "If you will excuse me…there is a certain lady who is missing out on me." He struts over to the direction Gil pointed to.

"She is not there…is she?" I accuse and poke him in the chest.

Gil laughs. "She is…with Alfred." I start to giggle. He would do that!

Antonio laughs with him. "Good one, amigo!"

I hear someone clear his throat. Crap…I totally forgot that Roderick is standing her with us.

"Elizaveta? Have you met them before?" He implores. He's staring between me and Gilbert.

I look and see that I'm still poking him. I blush and put my finger behind my back. "I apologize."

Gilbert rolls his eyes. "It is fine. I do not mind unlike some rich pansies." He gives Roderick a meaningful look.

"I beg your pardon?" Roderick says indignantly.

"You heard me." Gil tells him. "Come with me for a moment, Miss Elizaveta. Our song is playing."

Before I know it, I'm being dragged away. "No, Gil! I can't! I need to stay with him!"

Gil keeps going until we reach the other side of the ballroom. He leads me into the hallway and into a room. He closes the door behind us.

"Tell me what is going on, Liz. You have been speaking like a commoner for a while and I know for a fact that Roderick hates it when the nobility speaks like that. So why would he allow you to if you two really are dating?"

"We are not dating!" I try and avoid the subject. "And why do you care that I am his date for the night?" Was I really speaking like a commoner? I have to be more careful.

"Do not change the subject." He tells me.

"I am not changing the subject! I want to know!" I protest loudly.

"Well then tell me what I want to know!" He shouts.

"You tell me first! Why do you care?" I yell.

He crosses the room and stands in front of me as he says. "You really want to know Liz?" His eyes glint dangerously and he pulls my head toward his and kisses me roughly. I freeze. I think I've lost the ability to move.

He pulls away and stares at me."That is why I care."

I think that I'm in trouble.

I think that I...need to write more. But I have a ton of homework to do. And I need to read Vanity Fair. Do you know how long that book is? Nearly 800 pages. I'll be done with it by tomorrow, but come on! It will take at least five hours.

So anyway...I will try my hardest to get to this story as soon as I can, but as most of you know, school gets in the way of things. Hopefully I'll update by the end of the week, but no promises.