A/N Chapter 9! enjoy!:D

Elizabeta rolled out of bed and onto the floor. "Oww." She whined.

"Gee, that is he last time I stay out until 2 in the morning laughing and giggling with Madeline." She said to herself as she got us from the floor and walked to the bathroom. She took a quick shower and got dressed for the day.

After getting dressed, Elizabeta walked into the kitchen and took the box of 'Special K' off of the refrigerator and a bowl out of the cabinet. Then, she poured the cereal into the bowl and leaned over to the fridge to get the milk. Surprisingly, the blue top milk carton was no where to be found.

Elizabeta sighed softly. 'I should really start checking for milk before I pour the damn cereal.' She thought.

Elizabeta poured the bowl of cereal back into the box, closed the box, and put it back on top of the fridge. She grabbed her jacket and keys and walked down the street to the Super Market.

'So not only do I have to buy this stupid red top milk, but its a whole dollar more than the blue top milk I always get. What is this economy coming to?' She thought.

Elizabeta grabbed a carton of milk and placed it into cart and set off to a check out lane. When she turned the corner, her shopping cart hit someone else's and she backed up.

"I'm terribly sorry I should have watched where I was going." She said looking down, too embarrassed to look up.

"It's alright, the awesome me is not hurt, so all is well." A voice said.

Elizabeta shut her eyes and massaged her temples. "Gil how many times do I have too tell you—." She instantly began but stopped. Why did she just say that? Had she already known that it was Gilbert without even looking out him? Maybe it was the sound of his voice. Or maybe it was the stupid thing he said. Ignoring her questions and thoughts, she looked up to see no one other than Gilbert Beilschmidt.

He smiled sheepishly. "So you still choose to lecture me every chance you get huh?"

Elizabeta sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. "Gil, what are you doing in Hungary? I thought you moved back to Berlin."

"Well I did. Its just that I'm in town for a couple of days because Sophia wanted to visit her grandfather."

Elizabeta tilted her head in confusion. "Sophia?"

As if on cue, a tall, voluptuous, blue eyed, blonde woman appeared before the both of them with grocery items in her hands. She placed them in the cart and grinned."Well it looks like I win this round of 'Grocery Adventures'."

Elizabeta gripped the handle bars so tightly her knuckles turned white. Was this the girl? Was she the girl that Gilbert slept with 3 years ago? Was she the girl that made her and Gilbert's relationship fall apart? All of her thoughts were drowned out by the sound of Gilbert speaking again. "Sophia, this is an old friend of mine, Elizabeta Héderváry. Liz, this is my wife, Sophia."

"Nice to meet you." Sophia said smiling and extending a hand.

"Nice to meet you too, Sophia." Elizabeta said with a fake smile. As much as she wanted to grab her by her flawless blonde hair, fling her on the ground, claw out her gorgeous blue eyes and call her all types of names that she saw fit for her, she didn't. Elizabeta had much more control than that.

Sophia grabbed Gilbert's hand and laced her fingers with his.

Then Gilbert pulled her close and wrapped arm around her slender waist.

Elizabeta couldn't help but feel a small twinge of jealousy. She remembered when Gilbert grabbed her waist like that. She remembered when they would play 'Grocery. Adventures' every time they would go shopping. She remembered it all, and she missed it all too.

"I-I should get going. It was good seeing you again Gilbert, and you got some guy on your hands Sophia."

Sophia smiled. "I figured that out when we met 4 years ago, and when he asked for my hand in marriage a year after that."

Elizabeta was sure that if she were to grab on to the shopping cart handle bars any tighter, that the handles would break. But she continued to force a smile and said, "That's good. I wish nothing but the best for you too. Well, I'm off. Goodbye now."

When Elizabeta got home, she put her carton of milk in the fridge and she went to her room. She didn't sit down, she just paced back and forth.

'I figured that out when we met 4 years ago, and when he asked for my hand in marriage a year after that.'

She stopped dead in her tracks.

She wasn't stupid, and Gil knew that very well. Elizabeta put together two and two as soon as Sophia said that. Elizabeta still couldn't believe that Gilbert was cheating on her for over a year. Now that made her blood absolutely boil.

She picked up the bed side lamp and threw it towards her closet door. The lamp was left in colorful shards of ceramic glass on the floor.

Once Elizabeta started, she didn't stop.

She completely trashed her room. She threw the pillows of her bed, slammed everything off of her desk, and threw clothes everywhere. She screamed and Meanwhile, Roderich was standing outside of her front door which was slightly cracked. He opened the door fully and walked in. A crashing sound came from Elizabeta's room, instantly he ran off to see what was the matter.

When he opened the door he found Elizabeta forcefully ripping the curtains off, leaving them to fall on the ground. Her room was already a mess and she was still going at it as she continued to throw clothes everywhere. Roderich ran over to her and grabbed her by the waist, and made sure that her arms were by her side so she couldn't touch anything else. Elizabeta tried her best to slip out of his hold, but he was too strong.

Elizabeta sighed and stopped trying. Her breathing labored and she started shaking. She collapsed on her knees and broke down in tears. Roderich was down by her side hugging her. Elizabeta looked up at Roderich and threw her arms around him and continued to cry on his solder. He rubbed her back and stroked her hair.

"It's ok. Just let it all out. It's ok." He whispered.

She cried for about an hour before she stopped. Elizabeta grabbed a pillow from the floor and climbed in the bed clutching the pillow close to her chest. Roderich sat in the bed with her.

"Are you ok?"

She shook her head.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

She shrugged.

"Would you like a cup of tea?"

She nodded.

Roderich mumbled an 'okay' and went off to the Kitchen. Five minutes latter, he came back with two cups of camomile tea. He gave her a cup and sat in the bed in front of her Indian Style. "Now do you want to tell me about it?"

Elizabeta told him everything. She told him about Gil, about her deceleration, and about what happened today.

"God I feel so stupid. I never even suspected a thing. Even though he would come home late, even though he would take hours to come back home from the grocery store, and even though he would come home without an appetite. I trusted him so, so, much. I mean, I've known him all my life. Why wouldn't I trust him?" The anger was starting to swell up inside of her again and her grip tightened on the empty tea cup.

"But while I was relying on my years of trust with him, he was screwing around with some home wrecking whore!" Elizabeta screamed. She wound her arm back with the tea cup in her hand, prepared to destroy yet another ceramic item.

"Elizabeta Héderváry do not throw that cup!" Roderich yelled.

Elizabeta blinked and dropped the cup on the bed. She felt so embarrassed being yelled at like a little child.

"I didn't mean to yell at you—" Roderich started.

"No, it's okay. I should really stop throwing things when I'm angry." She said blushing.

"But really, why would he do something like that?" She asked, "I don't know what I could have done wrong, and I still ask myself that question to this day. Like, if I were to do something differently, would we still be together?"

As she continued to talk, her voice started to crack and the tears started to collect at the rims of her eyes. Elizabeta blinked and the tears spilled out. "Would he had not cheated? Would we be married by now?" She sniffled and sighed.

Roderich took out his handkerchief and gave it to her. "Don't blame yourself. He started.

"Besides, I highly doubt that you could ever be a problem in a relationship." He said with a small grin.

Elizabeta looked up at Roderich as another tear rolled down her cheek. "Really?" She asked.

He nodded. "Believe me when I say that you have noting to worry about. Everything will work out in the end."

"But...its been 'the end' for 3 years."

"Well, is it worked out?"

"Of course not." She said out loud. 'Well it seems that way. But why does it seem that way?' she thought to herself.

"Then it's not the end."

"But I don't understand, when will it be the end?"

"When your happy Elizabeta. When you're content with your life, it will then be the end."

Elizabeta dried up the last of her tears, and tried to give back Roderich's handkerchief, but he declined.

"You hold on to that. It seems you use it more than I do anyway."

Elizabeta smiled and tightened her grip on the handkerchief.

"I'll keep it forever and ever. Thank you." She said and leaned over to hug him.

"Dammit. I have to clean up my room." She muttered when she released him.

"I'll help you." Roderich said.

With the help of Roderich,Elizabeta's room was back to normal. By the time they were done, it was night Elizabeta changed into her nightgown and gave Roderich pajamas to change in.

Roderich yawned, "Am I the only one that's tired?"

Looking at him made Elizabeta yawn also. "Nope, I'm pretty sleepy too."

She said getting under the covers. "Well I'm going to bed. Good night Elizabeta." Roderich said walking to the door.

"Um Roderich?" Elizabeta called out at the last minute.

"Yes?"

"Do you mind sleeping in here with me tonight? I don't really feel like sleeping alone." She asked.

Roderich smiled softly, " I don't mind at all." He said and crawled in he bed behind Elizabeta.

Elizabeta slipped Roderich's hand in hers. They were surprisingly warm. "Roderich promise me. Promise me that there will be an end someday and I'll finally be happy and content with my life."

Roderich gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. "Elizabeta, I can only wish that I could make such promises—"

"But your the only person in my life that can keep such promises. Every promise you've made to me you've kept. I know that this promise won't be any different."

Roderich simply smiled at Elizabeta's beliefs in him. "Elizabeta Héderváry, I promise that there will be an end someday and that you will finally be happy and content with you life."

Elizabeta smiled and hugged him tightly. "Thanks Roderich." She said softly.

"You're welcome." He whispered right before he went to sleep.

'He promised.' Was the last thought Elizabeta had before she drifted off into a soundless sleep in the arms of Roderich Edelstien.

A/N I told you it was about to go down in this chapter Liz needs to control her anger and NOT throw things. xD Anyway, I couldn't help myself with the last part...Im a sucker for fluff. :) Anyway, review? :3