A/N Here it is! Chapter 12:D I feel bad for not mentioning this last chapter, but if you haven't figured it out yet, Michelle is actually Seychelles:)(she's from the manga) if you did figure it out, then good job! *slaps gold star on forehead.*I like her a lot, like a lot a lot. So here she is, added to the story:3. That is all. Enjoy! :D

Roderich and Francis were sitting in Francis' office eating the Lemon Meringue Pie Francis had found cooling on the counter. As they ate the pie together, Francis asked, "Have you told her yet?"

"Excuse me?"

"Have you told Elizabeta that you love her?"

Roderich sighed. Francis—"

"So I take it that you haven't. Listen Roderich, you have less than a week to tell her how you feel, and if you don't you may never get that chance ever again. I mean you're an amazing person that deserves an amazing girl like Lizzie."

"Of course you know I want to tell her, but I can't. She's independent, which I believe throws everything off track,but I love her and I just can't disrespect the fact that I dislike the belief myself."

Now it was Francis' turn to sigh. "You know you're gonna have to take a chance on this right? Besides, I'm almost sure she feels the same way, she just doesn't know it yet."

"And how could you possibly know a thing like that?" Roderich suddenly snapped.

"Because I'm Francis." He said slamming his hands on the desk as if it were the obvious answer.

Roderich rolled his eyes. "Oh yes, because that's a solid reason." He said dryly.

"But really, you never know, she may unknowingly feel the same. Just promise me that you'll tell her before you leave. You can even tell her on your last day if you don't wish to die or loose a limb or two, I really don't care as long as you tell her."

"Fine, I promise." Roderich said.

"Good." Francis said with a nod of approval.

Before they could speak anymore, there SW a knock on the door and in walked Elizabeta. "Sorry to interrupt you guys, but I was looking for the pie—" She stopped as she quickly grabbed the now deformed pie from the desk. "That you guys were eating." She yelled at them.

"Lizzie, you might as well keep the pie!" Francis yelled back.

"Why the hell would I do that?"

"Because it already has a huge chunk of pie missing from it already." Roderich answered.

Elizabeta thought about it then shook her head. "I don't know. I mean I could just be rather evil and give this pie back to its respective owner or you cold just give me a fork." She said with a cheeky smile.

As soon as that was said, Francis quickly opened the bottom desk drawer and grabbed a box of plastic utensils. He opened the box, grabbed out a fork, and gave it to Elizabeta. Elizabeta took the fork with glee and set the pie back down on the desk. Then, the three of them at the pie with much happiness.

"Whoever made this pie, deserves the highest praise." Roderich said as he got another fork full of pie.

"Lizzie, I didn't know you bake." Francis said after.

"Well yeah I do bake, but I didn't make this pie, Madeline did."

Francis eyes widened. He pushed back the pie, and turned as white as a sheet.

"Francis, is everything ok?" Roderich asked in an alarming voice.

Francis shook his head furiously. "No, no it is not. Whenever Madeline makes pie, she makes it only for the customers, and I'm allowed one slice because I used to eat half of the pie after it was done cooling."

"Its ok," Roderich said as he reached over to pat him on the back, "I used to eat whole pies, and I still do." However, his words didn't help at all. Francis still continued on as he started to formulate a plan.

"Well, since we've ate too much of the pie already to give it back to her, our best bet is to throw the rest of it away in the garbage can in the alley."

Roderich sighed. "Oh Francis the fear of being killed by Madeline has consumed you. Actually, our best bet is to finish off this pie before Madeline finds it. Makes sense, right?"

Francis wordlessly nodded and continued to eat the pie. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

The three of them froze.

"Boss, Lizzie, and Roderich?" Madeline asked on the other side of the door.

Without any hesitation, they started scarfing down the remainder of the pie.

Madeline knocked on the door again. "Are you guys in there?" She asked. "No." Was the muffled reply. She sighed and opened the door. Inside, she saw the three of them standing side-by-side nervously. She knew exactly what they did without even asking questions. But what she didn't know was who was the one that actually did it. Madeline gave a fake smile. "Hey you guys."

Their bodies were so close together as they to hid the empty pie dish that rested in the desk. "Hey there Madeline." They coursed.

"So, how has your day been?" She asked as she crossed her arms and leaned on the door in a cool manner.

"Well—"

"Who was the one that took my pie?"

"Roderich did it." Francis and Elizabeta instantly said, pointing at Roderich.

Roderich glared at them and turned back to Madeline. "Now Madeline, I'm your best friend. Would your best friend really take your pie?"

Madeline sighed thoughtfully, "Well I suppose not. What about you Lizzie?"

"Maddie, I spent 10 minutes with you looking for your pie."

"That doesn't prove anything Lizzie." She said in a Matter-of-fact voice.

Elizabeta sighed. "Maddie, I didn't take your pie." She said in a monotone voice.

"But you did eat some of it."

"No I did—"

"Lizzie, there is pie on your face."

Elizabeta instantly reached for her face to clean off the pie. The she looked at the two men on either side of her.

"You guys couldn't tell me I had pie on my face? Really?" She whispered to the both of them.

"So that just leaves Boss huh?" Madeline asked as she walked closer to Francis. When she curled her tiny hands up into fist, Francis winced.

"Now be honest Boss, were you the one that took my pie?"

Francis had learned that when he lied, Madeline inflicted more pain on him. But when he told the truth, there were still punches, but less bruises. He hung his head, and prepared for the worse. "Well technically, yes. But in my defense, I thought Elizabeta baked it." He said quickly.

Elizabeta and Roderich both politely and quickly took a step to the right as Madeline started to punch Francis' arm repeatedly.

"Boss, how many times have I told you that the pie is for paying customers and that you only get one slice and not the whole freaking thing?" Madeline yelled at Francis as she continued to hit him.

In full honesty, Madeline didn't really hit that hard, but since she hit him so many times it started to hurt after a while.

When she was done hitting him, Francis gave a sigh of relief. "Its about time you finished hitting me." He said rubbing his arm.

Madeline just smiled sweetly, "Well, I'm off to go make another pie." She said and skipped out the room in a childish manner.

"This is by far the strangest afternoon I've had with you guys." Elizabeta said while shaking her head. She walked out the room mumbling, "Why do my friends have to be so strange?"

After the second Lemon Meringue Pie was baked, Madeline sat next to it, casually reading a magazine as it cooled.

"Do you think if I asked, I'd get more pie?"

Elizabeta giggled. "Oh Roderich, you are such a serious person, but your liking for sweets really takes away from that. And no, since you ate her first pie with Francis, I don't think you would get anymore pie." She said and stood up. "Ready to go?" She asked.

After a moment of sulking at the fact that he won't be getting anymore pie, he nodded and stood up. As Elizabeta walked to the door, Roderich grabbed his jacket off the coat rack. Before Elizabeta could open the door, Roderich asked, "Do you even know where we're going?"

Elizabeta smiled as he leaned on the door. "Well, no but if—"

Suddenly, someone bumped into Roderich and he fell forward. Not wanting to fall on Elizabeta, he caught his self on the door, making them become intimately close. Being so close even made Elizabeta blush.

"A-Are you ok?" She asked quietly.

"I'm fine, someone just bumped into me a little too hard." He said and stood up straight.

Elizabeta leaned off of the door, and as soon as she did, someone swung the door open and she fell on Roderich. She had grabbed Roderich's jacket and Roderich had pulled her close to him.

"Seriously, again?" She mumbled into Roderich's chest.

"Oh, I'm sorry about that, I had no idea someone was on the other side. Are you ok?" Michelle asked as she closed the door behind her.

"Its ok,I'm fine." Elizabeta answered.

"Well alright." She said with a shrug and walked off.

"Um, Elizabeta?" Roderich called.

"Yes?"

"Your still holding onto me."

"Right." Elizabeta said as she scrambled to get to her feet.

"N-Not that there was a problem with it," Roderich began. "You can hold onto me anytime you want. Wait! That's not what I meant. What I meant was that if I were falling, I wold do the same thing. No, that's not what I meant either. What I really meant was—"

"Roderich?"

"Yes?"

"I know what you mean. Don't worry." Elizabeta said with a small giggle.

"Oh good, I was starting to get the feeling that not even I knew what I was trying to say." He said with a small chuckle.

"So I'm guessing we can go now?" Elizabeta asked.

"Oh yes, indeed. After you Miss." Roderich said politely as he opened the door for her.

With enough walking around and enough wondering, the pair finally ended up at the park. Like any other park, there was a fountain in the center. Elizabeta climbed on the ledge, claiming that it made her feel taller. As they walked around the fountain, they continued to talk.

"I wonder how it feels to be this tall." Elizabeta said as she looked down at Roderich.

"I don't think it would be very fun. You have to look down all the time in order to speak to other people, and then your neck would hurt all the time from looking down a lot." Roderich answered.

"Well there has to be a positive thing."

"Uh, your closer to the clouds."

Elizabeta just casually shrugged while she looked up at the sky and she stopped walking while Roderich continued on As she looked up, she saw a big, cumulus cloud in the sky. "Roderich was right, you really are closer to the clouds when your this tall." She said to herself,quietly. A small part of her childhood sprang to life as she reached her hands up, trying to touch the large puffy cloud above her head.

'Come on, almost.' She thought as she extended her arms as far as they could.

Then, she jumped.

Fully forgetting that she was standing on the ledge of the fountain, she jumped as high as she could. And in that moment, when she felt free and weightless,Elizabeta could have sworn that the very tips of her fingers slightly grazed the cloud, and that was good enough for her.

When she came back down to land on the concrete, one of her feet landed the wrong way and she became unbalanced. She wobbled dangerously, sewing back and fourth as she also struggled to keep her balance. But, gravity got the best of her as her chances of staying balanced were shot and falling into the cold fountain water was inevitable. But before she could fall into the water, she screamed out Roderich's name as a final attempt to save herself from falling into the water.

But it didn't work. By the time Roderich turned around, she had fell into the water.

Elizabeta didn't expect her body to be completely submerged under water, but it was. She thought that since she could see the bottom, it was shallow.

That observation was false.

When she re-surfaced she threw a mini tantrum.

"Why does everything happen to me? God dammit, what have I ever done to deserve such luck? Here i am trying to be a good person and pretend that I didn't almost get beat by Madeline, didn't get slapped upside the head with the front door,and act like this day doesn't suck. But what do I get in return? Oh, thrown into a fucking fountain which isn't very shallow if I might add. Yes, this is truly the best day ever." She ranted.

Roderich waited as he watched Elizabeta swear and rant, thinking that it was best if he didn't interfere until she was done. 'However i do believe that my former questions are answered: Girls really do bottle up all their feelings until they find an appropriate time to release them all at one time.' Roderich concluded in his thoughts.

As Roderich looked her over he felt the corners of tug upwards. Even though she was soaked, and angry, and bitter, she still managed to look absolute beautiful. 'Not to mention the fact that Elizabeta picked the wrong day to wear a white blouse with a black bra.' He thought mischievously. (Although he wasn't looking…that much.)

"Are you done yet?" He asked politely.

Elizabeta scoffed. "Not even close."

"Well we should be getting you home right about you're soaked to the bone, and you are going to get sick again in this chilly weather." Roderich said as he reached out his hand for Elizabeta to take.

Elizabeta grabbed his hand and pulled herself out of the fountain. As soon as she stepped out, Roderich slipped off his jacket,draped it around Elizabeta's shoulders, and pulled her close to him. Elizabeta wrapped her arms around his waist and together, they walked home.

Elizabeta opened the door to her house. During the walk, Elizabeta wrung out the excess water in her hair as she continued to rant quietly to herself. She wasn't lying when she said that she wasn't even close to finishing her rant.

Elizabeta slipped off her shoes and Roderich's jacket. Then she sat down on the couch. Crossing her arms and legs while her foot ticked anxiously, she sat quietly. Roderich took the seat next to her.

"I think you should take a warm shower. It might help you from getting sick again." Roderich suggested.

Her foot stopped its ticking and Elizabeta's eyes flicked to Roderich. Her independent soul came out with full force as she bitterly asked, "Roderich Edelstein, are you telling me what to fucking do?"

As soon as she said those words, she instantly wished that she could pull them back in her mouth and swallow them. She didn't mean to say it, really. She was just bitter and angry because her day wasn't going well and she took some of her anger out on him, knowing for sure that that wasn't her intention. She had already felt bad for saying some of the most unladylike words in front of him. Roderich didn't deserve it. He didn't deserve an angry, bitter Elizabeta. But, she was stupid enough to give it to him. And frankly, she wouldn't be surprised if Roderich didn't get up and leave without even saying another word to her ever again. Before she could apologize, he spoke.

And he said what she had not expected at all.

"Absolutely not. I was simply suggesting the idea, which I believe you should take."

If it was anyone besides Elizabeta, then he would have just up and left without another word. But this was Elizabeta, and he would always take his sweet time with her even when she was bitter. And all of this because he was in love with her.

Elizabeta gave a small smile. He didn't leave. Although she wouldn't have blamed him for leaving she secretly hoped that he wouldn't. She wouldn't really find a meaning to her life if Roderich wasn't there making it a thousand times better for her. Realizing that she hadn't spoke in a good minute, she quickly scrambled up something to say.

"H-how silly of me. Of course it was a suggestion. Oh silly Lizzie, you and you independent soul. What are we going to do with you?" She gave a nervous laugh. "I-I'm gonna go take a shower now." And with that, she got up and went to take a shower.

By the time Elizabeta had came back in the living room, it was 4 in the afternoon. She had found Roderich still in the living room almost ready to fall asleep.

"Oh, back so soon?" He asked sleepily.

Elizabeta giggled. "I was gone for like 2 hours."

"…Right. I knew that."

There was a short silence.

"Um, Roderich? You know I didn't mean to snap at you right?" Elizabeta asked quietly.

"Of course. You were in a bad mood, and I can understand that. Roderich replied.

"You know, how do you even put up with me? I-I mean, I pour my heart to you, your always patient with me when my female hormones are running amok, and everyone and their dog knows that I have the worse mouth for a lady. But what do you do? Comfort me, listen to my problems when I need someone to, and put up with my horrible attitude without a single complaint. Why? Why do you do it?"

Well he certainly couldn't say because he loved her. But he could at least say something close to that.

"Because I like to." He said.

"But you don't have to."

"But I want to."

"Why?"

Elizabeta Héderváry was making this very difficult for him.

"Because the only reason why I choose to comfort you is because…you're a very special lady that deserves at least one person that she knows will be there for her, and I wanted to be that person. Now will you please stop asking 'why'? It's one of the most difficult questions to answer at times."

Elizabeta in full honesty didn't know how to feel about that. Roderich wanted to be her friend that she goes to when things don't go right, but she was independent. Because of that, Roderich couldn't be that for her. Then again, he's been doing that for over a month now, so why tell him to stop doing that now?

She smiled widely at Roderich and threw her arms around him. "Thank you Roderich" she said. Yet again, Elizabeta chose Roderich over her deceleration.

When she released him, she curled up on the couch an scooted close to him. "So what do you want to do now?" She asked.

"Take a nap."

Elizabeta grinned. "Sounds interesting." She said and hopped up from the couch. She grabbed Roderich's hand and pulled him up from his seat.

"Elizabeta, where are we going now?" Roderich asked as Elizabeta pulled him through her house.

She stopped in front of her bedroom door and opened it. "To go and take a nap." She said with a grin.

After her shower,getting dressed and what not, Elizabeta needed a nap especially after her all of her unfortunate events that has happened today. Since Roderich was tired too, and she didn't feel like transforming the couch into a bed, she didn't mind sharing her bed with him for a lovely afternoon nap. Besides, its not like they haven't slept in the same bed before.

Elizabeta ran to get the Throw Blanket out the living room, since she had just made the bed, and didn't want to mess it up again. They got on each side of the bed and slept on top of the covers,but under the blanket.

Although they were a little far apart, Roderich could still smell the faint smell of apple cinnamon on Elizabeta.

"You smell like apple cinnamon." He suddenly said.

Elizabeta turned over so that she was facing Roderich. "Really?" She asked.

Roderich nodded. "Though I prefer the vanilla."

"I wanted to use my vanilla soap, but I ran out of it. I'll go get some more later."

"I don't know what it is, but that vanilla just smells amazing."

"Right? I mean when I use it my skin feels like a velvet pony and my skin glows like the sun. Don't get me wrong though, I love apple cinnamon. Simply because I love the smell and it makes my skin feel like a velvet pony too,but it doesn't make me glow like the vanilla. However, my apple cinnamon is more of a backup when I run out of vanilla so half the time I smell like vanilla and the other half I smell like apple cinnamon."

"Thank you for sharing that. I feel like I learned something."

"Well you learn something new everyday." Elizabeta spoke.

Roderich just nodded in agreement as his eyes started to slowly close.

"Can I take you glasses off for you since you forgot to take them off?" Elizabeta asked after she realized that he didn't take them off.

"Go ahead." Roderich whispered.

Elizabeta carefully put slipped them off and placed them on the nightstand.

"Thank you, and have a nice nap Elizabeta." He said and he fell into a peaceful slumber.

"Have a nice nap Roderich." Elizabeta said to his sleeping form and soon found herself asleep with him.

When Elizabeta woke up, she had found herself in Roderich's arms. Did she pull him to her, or did he pull her to him? 'Well, what happened, I ended up in his arms. End of story.' Elizabeta thought as she looked at her alarm clock.

7:45 p.m.

If they wanted to get to The Shadow's before 8 p.m., then they would have to leave now.

Elizabeta shook Roderich awake. "Roderich wake up." She said quietly.

Roderich moved around a bit,then sat up and stretched. "Is there something wrong?" He asked.

"Roderich, we have to go right now if we want to make it to the café before 8." Elizabeta said as she quickly got out of bed to turn on the light. Roderich got out of bed and followed her into the living room.

"Can't we just take your car? I mean, that would be easier, right?" He asked as he slipped on his shoes.

By that time, Elizabeta had been tying up her shoes. "Nope. Since the café is in some ally, it's impossible to find a parking spot. Trust me, I've tried it before, and it didn't work at all."

Finally, when the both of them had their shoes tied up, Elizabeta snatched her keys off the dining room table and Roderich grabbed his jacket off of the coat rack. They walked out the door,Elizabeta locked the door in record timing, and they dashed down the street. By walking, it took 20 minutes from Elizabeta's house to The Shadow's, but with running, they were able to shave off at least a good 5 minutes of that.

The time was 7:59 when the made their way up the stairs. They burst into the café with only seconds left. Their faces were completely red. Elizabeta's hair was disheveled and she felt like her lungs were about to burst. Roderich on the other hand, legs were stinging furiously and the top of his head was on fire. But all of that hard work they put forward paid off seeing that they made it on time.

Elizabeta couldn't help but notice that even though Roderich was tired and desperately need to breathe, he still managed to look graceful,calm and peaceful while playing. He takes what he does very seriously, and Elizabeta that liked about him.

"Hello and welcome to The Shadow's Cáfe. My name is Michelle and I'll be serving you tonight. First, lets start with drinks, have we decided yet?" The new waitress asked.

Elizabeta smiled. So this was the Michelle Madeline was talking about. 'And she really is as pretty as Maddie said she was.' She thought. "So your a new waitress here? Interesting. I come here all the time, so obviously I can spot someone new when I see them."

"Please correct me if I'm wrong, but are you Elizabeta Héderváry?" Michelle asked.

"Yes, I am. So does that mean your Michelle Friar?"

Michelle nodded with a grin on her face.

Elizabeta got up and hugged her, and Michelle hugged her back. "It's nice to finally meet you. I've herd a lot about you from Madeline." They said at the exact same time. They looked at each other and giggled at realizing that they had both herd about each other from the same people.

Madeline had seen it all from on stage. 'Well no doubt that Lizzie and Michelle will click just like we did.' Madeline thought and came up with the next poem off the top of her head.

A friend is someone to share your whole day with, someone to wish on a star,
a friend is someone to laugh 'till your crying,
one with to walk very far.
A friend is someone who won't tell your secrets,
a friend is somebody fair,
a friend is someone to share a big sundae,
someone to French braid your hair.
A friend is someone to make you happy, when your very blue,
nd is someone who teaches you things like how to tie your shoe,
nd is someone who's always there for whatever you may need,
friend is someone who you love,
a friend is a friend indeed.

A/N Of course we had to end this with a poem:) And yes, I did give you guys loads of AusHun moments to kiss up to you guys:3 Anyway I finally updated you guys:D (and you all should know whats coming next:P) Review?:3