*Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.

**Sorry guys, busy Christmas, because I got a Car! lol Sorry I didn't update so better late then never right? Sorry the last chapter was so short. I'm averaging about 800 words for each chapter. WARNING: Not really needed, but just for precautions; Evil Austria does somethings, but it's not descriptive so you can let your minds wander. Well I'll leave you to read.

Prussian Blue

She opened the door to her room and started to dig through the back of her closet. She finally reached the back of her closet and found what she was looking for. She laid her uniform across her bed. It was a bit dusty but it would do. The uniform was the only thing that Roderich allowed her to keep from her old life. He expected her to be a lady so she wasn't allowed to wear pants anymore. He bought her the most expensive dresses money could buy, but she really didn't care about them.

She moved on to her dresser and took out her medals that were to be placed on her uniform. Quickly she stripped down to her undergarments and froze as she heard a whistle.

"Gosh Liz, didn't know that you liked Prussian blue." His gaze raked her pale frame up and down eyeing the lacy, Prussian blue lingerie and how well it went with her pale complexion.

Eliza quickly duct behind her bed and pulled out her frying pan from under the bed. "Get out Gil!"

"Why does it matter? We're both adults, aren't we?" He smirked and watched her carefully and as soon as she raised the frying pan above her head, he knew what he had to do. "Ok, Ok. Now Liz you don't want to hurt me more then I already am." He slowly backed up towards the door, hands up in self-defense.

"Try me." She got up and went after him till he was out of the room and quickly slammed the door. She couldn't lock the door because there was no lock. Roderich had not permitted her to ever isolate herself from him. He was allowed to come and go as he pleased so that meant no locks and no privacy for her. She shivered at some of the memories. Yes Roderich was a gentleman but he was still German and every man likes to drink every once and a while, especially the German.

~Flash Back~

It was a chilly December night and Elizaveta was getting ready for bed. She had just taken a rose petal bath and had sat down in front of her mirror to brush her hair. The house was unusually quiet. At this time Roderich was almost always in his music room, playing a soft ballad on the piano, though today seemed different. That morning, Roderich had just got home from one of his business conferences. He seemed a little out of it. He didn't hug her hello like he always did but went right passed her. He didn't go to his study, but he went up to his room and came back down in fresh clothing and walked right out of the house again.

These may seem irrelevant but for Roderich to somehow break his pattern, it was scary. The only times that he did break his pattern were when something really bothersome happened at his conference and even then he never just walked out of the house again.

Elizaveta sat there pandering whatever could have upset him this much, when the door to her room slammed open. The smell of liquor filled the room, and she instantly coward to the floor. Roderich came over to her and pulled her up by her wrist and into a rough kiss. He tasted like liquor.

"Roderich, your drunk. Come on let's get you to your room." She pulled herself away from him and grabbed his arm gently.

"No," he grabbed both of her shoulders and pushed her onto her bed, "I don't need to go to my room, because I want you." He pulled on the ribbon holding her bath robe shut to reveal her cowering pale frame and Prussian blue. "What the hell are you wearing?" He looked at her with disgust. "How dare you wear that color!" Smack.

She laid there in shock. Roderich had struck her. He had never done so before, never had he come home this drunk and she was honestly terrified. The sweet, gentle man that she had married was replaced by this horrible beast. She tried to scream but no one answered. All she could do was lay there and hope it was over.

~End of Flash Back~

Elizaveta curled up on her bed shaking from the memory. All she could do was push the memory to the back of her head and move on.

Meanwhile, Gilbert assumed that Liz had locked the door so he made his way down the stairs. He picked up his shirt and buttoned it up. He grabbed his jacket and flung it around his shoulders and left the house thinking she wouldn't follow. He walked back to the commander's tent and all he could think about was her pale complexion, her tiny figure, her long honey brown hair that curtained around her, and Prussian blue.

*So haven't really gotten a response at all from any of my readers... I'm curious as to if you like the story, hate the story? I'm wondering if it would matter if I continued posting or not to you... R's & R's would be amazing guys. Thanks, until Sunday.