Hi there! Guess who didn't have to go to school yesterday! :D I'm kinda sickish and got to stay home from school and since there wasn't anything else for me to do, I decided to write the next chapter! I would've had it updated yesterday, but I got a little distracted while typing it. :\ Don't expect updates to always be this quick though, I have a hard time forcing myself to sit down and write out all my ideas cuz I'm a little ADD :P

And thank you so much to the people who actually bothered to read this and those who added it to their favorites/story alerts, you guys have no idea how happy it makes me w

And an extra huge hug for Nikki Da Kat for being my first reviewer ever! XD Thank you so so so so much I hope I don't disappoint!

It was pitch black outside. A car horn blared from somewhere across the street. There was a strange yowling noise that was followed by a crash of metal, probably a cat knocking over a trash can. A red electronic display silently blinked from 3:20 to 3:21.

Wow. That late huh?

She turned away from the bedside table her alarm clock rested on and laid on her back, hands folded over her stomach, staring up at the celling of her boyfriend's apartment. She had really thought they were going to break up. The fight they had last evening was one of the worst. And when she went out to eat with her new-found friend Gil, she had been so amazed; it was so easy to talk and laugh with him, unlike with Roderich. With Gilbert, she had smiled, for the first time in ages she had fun.

So why was she lying in bed with a man who, to be perfectly honest, she really didn't get along with all too well?

Maybe it was the way he had been anxiously pacing back and forth until she finally returned home at 11:00. Maybe it was that worried look in his eyes that instantly turned into relief when she walked through the door.

Normally when they fought, Elizaveta would run off and sulk. Roderich would express his frustration by playing piano then go buy his girlfriend and expensive gift and wait about an hour until she came back home pouting. Everything would be forgiven and they would move on.

But this time, he waited for hours and she still hadn't come back.

He had gone out of his mind with worry, thinking she had been run over by a car or mugged or any number of equally terrible possibilities. When she put her key in the lock and called out, "I'm home!" she was immediately greeted by a sternly disapproving, but obviously immensely relieved Roderich, who chastised her for not returning sooner or calling him. Then after lecturing her, he pulled her into a tight hug. She had smiled into his shoulder, a little miffed by his over-protectiveness (seriously, she knew how to take care of herself), but happy that he had worried about her and that he cared. But now it was 3:22 and she was still wide awake.

She glanced over at his sleeping form. He breathed slowly and deeply, that cute little cowlick on his head fluttering slightly. He looked so peaceful when he was asleep; completely relaxed without any signs of stress.

She went back to looking at the celling, contemplating their relationship. Being with him used to make her so happy, but now those happy moments together were becoming fewer and farther between.

Is it really worth it? She asked herself, a slight frown on her face. Was it worth his sometimes annoying aristocratic attitude? Was it worth his constant nagging? Was it worth listening to him play the SAME EFFING SONG on that damn piano OVER and OVER again? She wasn't sure.

A discontented huff escaped her lips as she flopped back on her side to stare out the window at the glowing street lights.

Was she expecting too much of him? No one was perfect. How was he to know that she hated all the expensive jewelry and other gifts he piled on her? How was he to know she didn't care about his boring music career and that she felt uncomfortable at those fancy dinner parties he had with his high-standing friends and socialite parents?

Maybe she was being selfish, wanting too much from him. After all, a girl couldn't hope to do better than to date a rich and famous musician. Not to mention he was the only man she had ever met who fulfilled her three requirements for a boyfriend: smart, sweet, and straight.

...Well, Gilbert was all those things too...

Elizaveta's eyelids fluttered closed; she was in that half asleep state where the mind unconsciously conjures up ridiculous thoughts that would be forgotten by morning.

Was she happy with Roderich? She didn't know.

And so, with these unanswered questions chasing each other around her head, she fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

So there you have it, I finished the second chapter! Hooray for me! This chapter is kinda pointless and random, but then again, the whole story is kinda pointless and random :\ Now if you will excuse me, I am off to go make a pair of chinese slippers. Ta-Ta!

Oh and I don't own hetalia in case you were wondering