Author's Note: I love how this one turned out. I have been sitting on the idea since last week and here we are. Julia is slowly taking over Roderich and Elizabeta's home and life. First, it starts in the kitchen. Where will she go after that? How is Elizabeta going to fight back? Or will Julia be a cuckoo bird and take over the home? I think I will bring in more 2P!characters next week. I will have to see how my mood is. For now, enjoy this week's match.

Match Twenty-One: Uninvited Dinner:

Elizabeta's nightmare was just getting started. It started when she made it home from work. She was walking up the driveway to the house. It was her turn to cook dinner. She didn't feel like doing a big meal. Maybe just something quick and small. Yeah, that will work. Elizabeta also had a book that she wanted to catch up on. She hadn't seen that weird woman around lately. That was probably for the best.

"Elizabeta?" an old lady's voice asked. The Hungarian woman paused and turned her head. Her elderly neighbor leaned over the fence. Elizabeta noticed the confused look on her face.

"Good evening, Mrs. Sima," she said.

"Did you already come home?" the old lady asked. Elizabeta blinked at first.

"Uh… what are you talking about?" I asked.

"I saw you coming home early," Mrs. Sima said. "I thought it was weird that you were home early. I tried to say hello, but you dashed up to your door in a hurry. I just thought that you were just too busy to look up." The color slowly drained from Elizabeta's face. No… Don't tell me…

"What did I look like?" the Hungarian woman asked.

"Pardon?" the old lady asked. Elizabeta pointed up and down her body.

"Was I wearing my uniform like this?" she asked. "Was it this color?"

"No," Mrs. Sima said. "You were wearing pink." Elizabeta felt like her soul left her body. The old lady tilted her head.

"Is something wrong, dear?" she asked. The Hungarian woman shook her head.

"No! Uh… Thank you for telling me," she said. Elizabeta turned and ran up to her house.

She went straight to the kitchen. Something told her to go there. Sure enough, Julia was standing in the kitchen, cutting up vegetables. A pot was boiling on the stove. She happily hummed to herself. Elizabeta glared at her double.

"You!" she growled. Julia froze with the cutting and looked up with a huge smile on her face.

"Hey, sugar!" she said in a perky tone. Elizabeta grinned her teeth.

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

"Cooking dinner," Julia said with a smile on her face. The other Hungary looked around the kitchen. Carrots, potatoes, onions, cabbage, beef, turnips, fish, and tomatoes were on the counters. It looked like her double was making a sort of stew.

"This isn't your house," Elizabeta growled.

"Excuse me?" Julia asked.

"Get out of my house!" the other woman yelled. Her double raised her eyebrow.

"But I'm still cooking," she said.

"I was going to do that!" Elizabeta yelled. "Just get out of here!" She grabbed her by the arm. Julia resisted her. She flailed her arms everywhere with the knife in hand.

"Let me go!" she shouted. "I'm not done!"

"Yes, you are!" the other woman yelled. "Get out of my house!" Elizabeta just about got Julia to the kitchen doorway when she heard someone call her name. She froze.

Don't tell me…

The women turned to see Roderich standing inches away from them. The Austrian man looked confused for a moment.

"What's going on here?" he asked. "I thought you already came home."

"No!" Elizabeta shouted. "And what is she doing here?"

"I'm making dinner for the three of us!" Julia said. Elizabeta shot her a cold glance. Roderich perked up at that.

"Dinner? What are we having?" he asked. Elizabeta looked ready to scream.

"No, don't!" she shouted. Julia slipped from her grip.

"Oh, just a special little stew of mine," she said. "You're going to love it!" Her double shot her a cold look. Roderich swallowed back his drool.

"That sounds good," he said. However, the way he said sounded so off. Elizabeta looked between them. Something told her she wasn't going to like where this was heading.

The couple sat at the table. Elizabeta gave Roderich a cold look.

"What are you doing?" she mouthed at him. Her boyfriend had a small, dazed smile on his face.

"Hang on for a moment," Julia said from the kitchen. "Dinner will be ready soon!" Elizabeta gritted her teeth.

"Why did you let her in here?" she hissed. Roderich gave her a blank stare.

"Huh?" he asked. His girlfriend raised her eyebrow.

"What exactly happened?" she asked. The Austrian man rubbed his forehead.

"I don't know," he said. "One minute, I was playing my piano when I heard the front door opening. I thought it was you. And then, I came down and saw the two of together."

"And she's been here all of this time?" Elizabeta asked.

"I guess so…" Roderich said. His girlfriend stared at him. She turned her head towards the kitchen. Julia happily hummed to herself as she was happily at work cooking. She was probably tasting her stew. Elizabeta wasn't going to enjoy whatever dinner was. Was this how she was going to take over her life? What was in that stew? Did she poison it somehow?

"Dinner's just about ready!" Julia called. Roderich perked back up to life. Elizabeta rolled her eyes. She closed her hands around her fork and knife. She would have to strike quickly to fight back. Did that bitch have to hum to herself?

"It smells good," Roderich said. His girlfriend clicked her tongue.

"You're not helping," she hissed. Julia came out into the dining room with a huge pot.

"Dinner's ready!" she said. Julia set out three bowls on the table. She giggled as she served her stew to her dinner "guests".

"This is my personal recipe," she said. First, Julia served Roderich.

"You're going to love this," she whispered. "Eat it with the bread."

"Thank you, it smells really good," the Austrian man said. Julia smiled and walked over to Elizabeta. She started to serve her double.

"At least try it," she said. "I put my heart and soul into this." The other woman tightened her jaw into a forced smile. Julia filled her bowl before she walked over to her spot at the table. She filled up her own bowl and sat down.

"Let's eat!" Julia said. She picked up her spoon and dipped it into the stew.

"Oh, wait!" she said. The couple looked at the other Hungary.

"What?" Elizabeta asked.

"We have to say grace," Julia said. She put up her hands in prayer.

"Are you serious?" her double asked.

"Yes," Julia said. She drew her eyes closed. Roderich followed suit. Elizabeta frowned and got into prayer position.

"Dear Lord, please bless this food. Bless this new fellowship. Bless our new future together. Amen," Julia said. It took Elizabeta's all being not to gag.

"Amen," the couple said. Julia clapped her hands together.

"Let's eat!" she said. The other Hungarian woman picked up her spoon and started eating.

"Mmm! This is good," she said. Elizabeta wrinkled her nose. This had to be a trap. This had to be. She looked up to see Roderich dripping in his spoon and taking a bite. His girlfriend's eyes widened. You, don't! Julia kept her eyes on him.

"Well?" she asked. The Austrian man's face lit up.

"This is like heaven!" he shouted. "I can feel the taste dancing on my tongue!" Roderich started eating up. His girlfriend had a confused look on her face.

"You can't be serious," she said. Elizabeta picked up her spoon and took a taste. It felt like a bomb exploded in her mouth. She looked ready to fly out of her seat. Stars filled her eyes. No… This couldn't be. It didn't take long for Elizabeta to dig in.

Meanwhile, Julia sat smiling the whole time. This dinner was one the start.

"Wait until you see what I have you for dessert!" she said in a chipper tone.