A/N: A big thanks to those who continue to support this story! It really does give me that extra push to keep writing for you guys every week. Also, shout out to those who were brave enough to try my new Fem! Prussia story. It's always nice to recognize familiar usernames across my stories!

Liza's POV:

Head tucked under her arms, the Hungarian slumped over her desk. Drool was collecting in a small puddle next to her mouth, and her honey brown hair dangled over the desk, nearly touching the ground. Vash, for the last half hour, had been lecturing and shouting at her like a deranged lunatic, but of course, this didn't faze Liza in the slightest. Nothing that the Swiss said would make her talk. And it's not like she knew where the rest of the delinquents were anyways. She had parted with them long before this unhinged manhunt had actually started.

Right now, the only thing that Liza truly cared about was Rodereich. But alas, the Austrian wasn't in the detention room, and without Rodereich, Liza felt empty. Something about Rodereich just made her feel so giddy inside. She craved for his attention, and she loved it when he would shed that stubborn half smile for her whenever she made a crude joke at his expense. The Austrian definitely had a sense of humour; he just hid it behind his rough, arrogant exterior.

Initially, when Rodereich had left to go and chase after Maddie and Gilbert, who were talking way too loudly for their own good (seriously did they want to get caught?!), Liza had offered to go with him. And chances are that the Austrian would have said yes had it not been for the stuffy Swiss standing right in front of her. Vash still believed that he could squeeze more (non-existent) information out of her. But the Swiss' definition of information was more like coercion than anything else. Not long ago, the Swiss had gone into the Hungarian's bag (without asking), and after pulling out her phone, he had ordered her to call Gilbert. Liza had to stifle her laughter at this.

HA! What a stupid plan! For one thing, what made the Swiss think that Gilbert would surrender so easily? Liza knew all to well that Gilbert's pride would never allow such a cowardly action. Another thing to consider was the fact that Gilbert wouldn't have listened to her in the first place. The German had a huge head, literally and figuratively, but he didn't have much of a brain to compensate for it. The threat of death could be imminent, yet Gilbert still wouldn't give up, that is, of course, unless he had something else to lose other than himself. Regardless, the Swiss was too stubborn to admit that he was at a disadvantage.

SLAM!

Vash slammed the palms of his hands onto the Hungarian's desk. Liza didn't flinch and the only reaction that the Swiss received was a half-hearted eye roll. She was way over his 'bad cop', 'asshole cop' routine. This Swiss' interrogation routine was actually quite amusing for Liza to watch. At first he would try to be nice, and by nice, Liza meant that the Swiss would refrain himself from insulting her, even though she could still see the disgusted expression on his face. When the Hungarian didn't give in to the Swiss' whims, however, all hell broke loose. The Swiss had a volatile temper and Liza had a knack for making him angry enough to break things. In a previous rampage, Vash had snapped a metre stick in two with his bare hands. Said broken meter stick was currently being used to prod Liza in the ribcage.

With a groggy yawn, Liza sat up and stretched her arms. "What now Vash?" the Hungarian murmured lazily. Vash grinned like the true trigger happy sadist that he was. "Oh nothing," he hummed. "Just making sure that you know who's boss."

The Hungarian scoffed. "I don't take orders from hobbits." And with that Liza slumped back down onto her desk. Liza could practically hear the Swiss' teeth grind against each other. Ah. So he was playing the role of 'bad cop' now. Asshole cop was taking a break from his murderous tyranny of breaking shit.

Stomping up to the front of the classroom and looking like an angry blond oompa loompa in the process, Vash went back to his post. Said post was in the form of the classroom door. Liza scoffed internally. Oh please. As if she would try to escape. Well, not now anyways. Liza wanted to see Rodereich one last time before she tried anything too hasty. Who knows, maybe she could kidnap him and make another run for it…(heh)

"So, you're not going to talk, huh?" Liza didn't pick up on the hint of deviousness in the Swiss' residual snarky tone.

Liza's eyes rolled a full 360 degrees. Not only was the Swiss stern, stubborn, strict, and downright unpleasant to be around, but he was also bland. Nothing interesting could come of her conversation with him. "Nope. I already told you. I don't know where they went and I'm not using my phone to contact them."

Vash chuckled and shook his head. "Oh, we'll see about that."

Liza raised a brow. The Swiss was up to something. She just didn't know what it was.

….

Picking at her nails with the tip of her mechanical pencil, Liza hummed along to the beat of her own accord. Other than the occasional angry constipated grunt from Vash here and there, the detention room was quiet. Liza relished in the silence. Her ears still rang from having the Swiss yell into them during previous interrogative bouts, so she'd take an eerie silence over being deaf any day. Besides, without her hearing, she wouldn't be able to listen to her darling Rodereich's music…

Vash stepped just outside the door, and from what Liza could hear, it appeared that he was conversing with someone. "But bruder," a childish voice pouted. "I don't like taking advantage of people."

Liza's eyes bulged out when she heard the Swiss talk in such a patient tone. If she didn't know any better, you could even consider it to be kind. "Lilly, we've been over this. Rule breakers don't deserve your kindness. Now be a good girl, and do what I say," the Swiss awkwardly cleared his throat. "…Please?"

The Hungarian cocked her head to the side. Lilly…Why did that name sound so familiar? Soon after, the pieces clicked together in Liza's head. Of course! Lilly was Vash's younger sister! But why was she here? And what was Vash making her do? And how the heck did she get him to say please?! This girl must be dangerous, Liza concluded. There was no other reason to explain why an uptight asshole like Vash would cave in to using such polite formalities.

Lilly let out an airy humph. "Alright. But bruder?"

"Ja?"

"Can…you, um. Can you….?"

"What is it Lilly?"

"Can you draw me some more cute animals when you have the chance?"

Vash sighed. Liza imagined the Swiss' inevitable cringe. "Ja. When we get home I'd be more than happy to do that. Now go on, I'm counting on you." Liza sat up in her chair. Faint footsteps could be heard as someone approached the door. And then, Liza's fangirl senses took over. Lilly was just that cute!

Nose bleed alert?! Liza wasn't into girls, but she could recognize kawaii when she saw it, and Lilly's appearance practically screamed kawaii. Dressed in a modest long-sleeved burgundy dress, white stockings, and impossibly small, stubby black flats, Lilly was the living embodiment of a human doll. She had bobbed blonde hair, which was oddly similar to Vash's chopped hair style, and wide sea foam eyes that were decorated with abnormally long, curling lashes. Liza felt the sudden urge to rush out of her seat and hug the girl, and by hug she meant squeeze the living daylights out of her. After all, cuteness deserved to be worshipped, not ignored.

"Um….Hello. My name's Lilly." The girl mumbled shyly as she shifted her feet nervously. To Liza, Lilly appeared to be a bit flustered. How cute. With a cocky grin on her face, the Hungarian held out her hand for the approaching girl. Hesitantly, Lilly took Liza's hand and shook it. "Nice too meet you Lilly," the Hungarian gushed. "My name's Liza." The Hungarian trembled. Lilly's hands were soft, dainty, and unwaveringly gentle in their grasp. Such innocence. Much cute…HNNGH..

Liza beamed. Other than being way too adorable for her own good, this girl was in no means dangerous. Lilly giggled. "That's such a pretty name! So um, Liza….you see well…."

"Just spit it out honey," Liza cooed. "I promise not to bite."

Although, I might sniff you when you're not looking. *shudders*

Lilly bent closer to Liza, and without having much control over it, the Hungarian blushed. Cuteness overload! Liza could already feel the beginnings of another *yes another* nosebleed. "Can I…ask you something Liza?"

"You can ask me anything that you want cutie." Liza was too absorbed in Lilly's cuteness to pay any attention to the Swiss, who at the moment, was leaning up against the classroom door, his arms crossed as he smugly watched his little sister work her charm on the unsuspecting Hungarian.

Lilly's eyes widened further, if that was even possible. "Um…." Lily's eyes watered. Liza's mind whirred. No! A cute face like that should never have to be tainted with the tragic woes of misery! The Hungarian had to do something about it. The tainting of a young girl's innocence depended on it! "Oh, no sweetie, don't cry." Lilly sniffed and Liza practically melted at the sight. "What is it that you wanted to ask me?"

Lilly hiccupped, wiping a stray tear from her cheek with her sleeve. And then, Liza lost all sense of where she was, who she was, and what she was. She didn't even know her name, because you know what? She was just hit with a cuteness tsunami, no an earthquake…Agh! Whatever it was, Liza was sent spinning into whole other dimension of kawaii. If the classroom represented the world she would be suffering from the chronic illness of "cuteness warming." The Hungarian grunted while Lilly pouted her lips into a frown. "Liza, will you….call your friends for me?"

"Please?" Lilly added in after another excruciating moment of painstaking silence. Liza felt her chest constrict. Ah! What a fatal blow of unwavering innocence!

In the midst of her cuteness anxiety attack, Liza deadpanned. So that's the angle that she was working at. Lilly was using her cuteness as an interrogative weapon, but if Liza could help it, she wasn't going to give in. Gritting her teeth, Liza looked away. The Hungarian could feel the burn of Lilly's puppy dog eyes sear straight into the side of her face. Don't give in. Don't look. Don't give in. Don't look. Ah. So freaking cute…FOCUS LIZA!

"Vash, you sly bastard," Liza scowled, doing everything in her willpower not to look at Lilly's (fake) watering eyes. "Have you no shame? How dare you use your sister to-"

"THERE WILL BE ABSOLUTELY NO SWEARING IN FRONT OF MY SISTER!" Vash snapped. The Swiss stormed over to the desk, glaring at Liza the entire time. The Hungarian huffed and crossed her arms. Vash returned her scowl as he placed a hand on Lilly's shoulder. "That's enough for now, thank you Lilly." In an instant, Lilly's facial expression lifted. "Did I do a good job bruder?" she smiled.

Insanely enough, Vash smiled back. It was more of half smile, but it was still a smile nonetheless. "Of course you did, you silly girl. I wouldn't expect anything less from my younger sister." Vash ruffled Lilly's hair fondly. Lilly blushed and began to play with the tip of one her braids. "Ok," she sighed contentedly. "If you're happy, then I'm happy."

"Did a good job at what?" Rodereich asked as he stepped into the classroom. When Liza saw Rodereich she had to stifle her scream. But it wasn't an excited type of scream. The Austrian looked unbelievably worn out. His before creaseless dress shirt was full of wrinkles, his hair was ruffled beyond repair, and if Liza looked closely, she could see just the faintest hint of bruises brushing along his left cheek and upper lip. All in all, Rodereich didn't look good.

"Lilly here, did a fantastic job at making our prisoner crack."

A cryptic smile crept onto Rodereich's worn down face. "Oh really now?" It was Liza's turn to blush when the Austrian's lilac eyes locked onto her. They shared a brief moment of staring at each other before Vash spoke up again. The Hungarian growled under her breath.

The Swiss proudly nodded his head. "You should take notes. I'm getting sick and tired of shouldering the weight of your sorry ass all the time." Vash retorted with a snort. The Swiss' eyes widened when Lilly let out a shocked gasp. Liza grinned. A grim realization dawned on Vash; he had just sworn in front of Lilly. Not that she wasn't old enough to hear it, but it was blaringly obvious that Vash made an effort to keep his vulgarity to a minimum whenever it came to his sister.

"Lilly! Cover your ears! This is big boy talk! Ah, um," Vash stammered. "Maybe you should do another patrol of the hallways?" he suggested in cracked voice. Stunned, Lilly mutely nodded her head and left. Flustered, Vash ran a hand through his choppy blond hair. "So, Rodereich," the Swiss turned around to face the indifferent looking Austrian. "Care to tell me why weren't answering your phone?"

Rodereich looked down at his shoes. Liza's brows furrowed into a frown. This wasn't like the Austrian at all. He seemed embarrassed to say the least. Just when Rodereich was about to respond, however, Vash's phone rang. The Swiss swiftly picked up the phone.

"Hello?" A loud voice chattered on the other end of the phone. "You did?! Did you catch them?" Vash began to pace back and forth across the front of the classroom. Liza looked up to meet Rodereich's gaze, cocking her head to the side when she saw that he had given her a hesitant smile. Wary, the Hungarian reciprocated the Austrian's smile. "Are you Ok?" the Hungarian mouthed. Rodereich shrugged in response. It translated to something like: "I could be better."

Once again, Liza's head whirred. It wasn't like Rodereich to strike up a conversation with her. If anything, he tried to avoid her. Liza stalked the crap out of him, and she tended to embarrass the Austrian on a whim. But now, there was something about the Austrian that was different. He seemed to be much more tranquil than usual. Rather than being uptight and orderly, it was if Rodereich had dropped his defenses entirely. And quite frankly, despite the Austrian's haggard appearance, Liza found herself careening to find out what it was.

"Why the fuck did you call me then?! Go get them!" Vash roared into his phone. Putting his phone in the pocket of his army pants, the Swiss turned to aim another glare at the Austrian. "Well at least one of us isn't useless," he huffed. "Alfred spotted two delinquents in the Gym." Liza felt a pang in her stomach. This wasn't good. Whoever those delinquents were they didn't stand a chance against Alfred. The only thing that the Hungarian could do was pray that no one would get hurt. Who was she kidding? Someone was going to get hurt regardless. The American was nothing but reckless.

Something in Rodereich snapped. "I'M USELESS?!" he roared. "I have yet to see you leave this classroom let alone contribute to anything! Even your sister is doing more than you!"

"I'm the boss and you'll do what I say!" Vash snapped back. To further emphasize his authority, the Swiss straightened his posture and stood tall. Even then, the Swiss only came up to the Austrian's collar bone. "Now, I'll ask you this again. What is this Alfred tells me about you being taped to a-"

"NOTHING! NOTHING AT ALL!" Rodereich stammered. The Austrian swallowed and clenched his fists so tightly that the whites of his knuckles showed. The Swiss raised a brow, but decided not to question the flustered Austrian further.

Vash rolled his eyes. "Damn American. What lie will he tell me next?" the Swiss muttered to himself. "And fine! It's my turn for patrol anyways." Vash walked over to the door. Liza glowered when the Swiss aimed one last pitiful glare in her direction. "And whatever you do, don't let her escape."

Rodereich sighed loathsomely. "I wouldn't dream of it." When he was sure that the Swiss was out of hearing range, the Austrian cursed. "Incompetent fool. He has no idea what he's getting himself into."

…

Ten minutes passed. Still no sign of Vash, Alfred, or any other delinquents. Rodereich sat at the teacher's desk, clicking his pen in a bored manner. From the corner of her eye, Liza could see that the Austrian was looking at her, but whenever she caught his gaze, he quickly looked away. The Austrian's vague, hand offish behaviour confused the Hungarian to no end. Liza soon found herself staring back at Rodereich. She admired his strong cheek bones and found it cute how his adam's apple would bob up and down whenever he swallowed. Liza was in no means ashamed of her growing urge to touch it.

Rodereich was now the one to catch her gaze.

"Elizabeta?"

"Hmmm~?"

"If I take you out of the classroom can you promise me that you won't run away?"

Liza couldn't stop herself from rushing out her seat. "Of course I will Roddy! Why would you even ask such a thing?!" Running over to the stunned Austrian, the Hungarian didn't notice the spare piece of chalk lying on the floor. With a cry, Liza slipped and fell. Liza's head and back cracked against the ground with a sickening thud. The Hungarian's vision blurred for a moment. When she opened her eyes, however, Liza found that Rodereich was crouching over her. The Austrian's lilac eyes were wide with worry. The Hungarian sat up and groaned, clutching a hand to the back of her head. "Elizabeta! Are you alright?!"

Liza slowly nodded her head. The Hungarian's brows furrowed when she took notice to the Austrian's upper lip. It was unusually red and looked sore to the touch. Liza tried to stand up, but Rodereich held her down by her shoulders. "Take it easy for a minute, will you?" the Austrian tutted. "You could have a concussion."

This time, Liza shook her head. The Hungarian blinked and the pain gradually subsided. "No, I don't think so. I've had one before and it didn't feel anything like this. I'm fine really." Liza blushed when the Austrian's stern lilac eyes bore into hers once more.

"Are you sure, now?" Liza rolled her eyes. "Since when do you care so much about me?" she snorted. Rodereich's mouth parted open. The Austrian's cheeks flushed. "You're under my care right now. It's my job to make sure that nothing happens to you. And well…I do consider you to be my friend, Elizabeta."

Liza reached out a hand to touch the Austrian's stiff upper lip. Rodereich winced when she traced a finger over the sore skin. "That's good. I consider you to be my friend too? Um…what happened to your face?" The Hungarian's thoughts were still a bit scattered from the fall. Rodereich, patient in his will because of this, only chuckled at her question. "A delinquent, that's what," he answered with a scowl.

"Oh," Liza hummed, smirking indefinitely. "Want me to kiss it better?" she giggled airily. The Austrian's eyes darkened. "Only if you let me kiss your ails away first," Rodereich purred. Liza blinked. Surely she wasn't hearing right. The Hungarian's assumption was proven false when she was met with Austrian's smirking, and perhaps even smoldering gaze. His face lit up with the mirth of teasing her so.

Rodereich's smile only got wider with time, and Liza felt the heat inevitably rise to her face. The heat also spread to other places, but let's not get into that. "N-no, that won't be necessary," Liza stammered. Rodereich shrugged with an indifferent scoff. Liza huffed indignantly when Rodereich helped her to her feet. "Thanks," she mumbled.

Blinking away her confusion, as she still felt a bit off from her fall, Liza wobbled over to the front desk and grabbed her bag. Rodereich clicked his tongue in a patronizing manner. "What do you think you're doing?"

The Hungarian's brows furrowed into a frown. "I'm grabbing my bag?"

"No, that's not what I meant," Rodereich rolled his eyes. "What makes you think that I'll let you leave so easily?"

"Rodereich, you're not making any sense." At this point, Liza was too tired to keep up her cheery façade. The Austrian's confusing behaviour was beginning to get on her nerves. "I thought that you were taking me out of the classroom?" For whatever reason, Liza didn't know nor did she care. She was bored out of her mind, and she was growing tired of this dingy classroom.

"Yes, but if you take your bag, there's the chance that you'll run away and go home." Rodereich walked over to stand in front of Liza. "I can fix that quite easily you know." The Austrian towered over the Hungarian. The wolfish grin on Rodereich's face was quite unsettling. "Your bag. Give it to me," Rodereich ordered.

Liza sighed, reluctantly handing her bag over to Rodereich. She'd have to be on her best behaviour if she wanted to get out of here. Rodereich appeared to be mildly surprised by the Hungarian's unwavering compliance. Brows furrowing into a wary scowl, the Austrian decided to make a much bolder move. "And your hand?"

"What?" Liza deadpanned. The Hungarian's heart beat faster than ever and she could hear the roar of blood pounding in her ears. Liza wasn't prepared for this. She had never expected Rodereich to flirt back. It was always easier to flirt with someone who didn't reciprocate. But here he was, stunning her to the point that she felt numb. When Liza didn't respond, Rodereich grabbed the Hungarian's hand anyways.

"R-Roddy? What in the hell…" The Hungarian was silenced when the Austrian placed a slender finger over her mouth. (No Liza, it's not socially acceptable to lick it.) "Shhh. Not a word. Vash will hear you." Tugging on her hand, Rodereich led her to the door. Liza nearly tripped over her feet. The Hungarian was trying to keep her cool, but with Rodereich so close doing such a thing was nearly impossible. His hands were warm and surprisingly gentle considering how angry he had been with her before. Liza bit her lip. It was finally happening. Rodereich was finally opening up to her. Too bad that she was now the one to close up and freeze.

With one hand carrying her bag, and the other hand lugging the stumbling Hungarian forward, Rodereich grinned. "Can't have you escape, now can we?" Liza felt a pang of disappointment when she realized why the Austrian was keeping her so close.

"I see," she grumbled. "So it's not your undying love for me that's making you do this."

What Rodereich said next sent Liza's head semi-concussed head spinning.

The Austrian chuckled. "Hmmm. I wouldn't be so quick to rule that out," he hummed.

Well crap, Liza thought. My ovaries just about exploded.

And explode they did.

Current Mode of Progress: Survivor's: 2 (?) Caught: 3 (?) Escapee's: 2

Hall Monitors Incapacitated:0/3

Next Chapter: Hmmm why did Roddy take her out of the classroom? How will Liza cope when she meets her arch nemesis? Who is the shady person that Vash makes deals with in the basement? Will they become a double agent or will they stand with the hall monitors? Any guesses as to who this person is? Hint: They are quite close to Alfred's Arch Nemesis.