Elizabeta

What should I think of him? He was a handsome man, strong, well-mannered and unfortunately extremely self-opinionated. The arrogance his face mirrored illuminated the room, making me wish to not be near him. His eyes on the other hand held something that caught my attention. However I could not define it yet I felt a connection to him, much to my chagrin. My sight fell back on the necklace, the one important object that would save my father.

"How was your day, Your Highness?"

Why I had asked him was unknown to me, my mouth had spoken before I could prevent it, but I felt the need to break the tension between us which was starting to get me on my nerves.

"Well, it was aweso- Autsch!"

He glared at me after I stepped accidently on his foot. Dancing surely wasn't my talent.

"Forgive me." I muttered.

"I did not know that your dancing skills were so poor, Lady Emma." He grinned with a smile that didn't reach his eyes, showing that he was not amused.

"Well, I was distracted by –"

"By the awesome me. I know."

"What?" I watched him careful with a dumbfounded face.

"Who wouldn't be smitten by me?" His smirk was extremely annoying, making me angry to the point that I slammed my foot on his expensive boots. Red was the colour which dominated his face as he tried his hardest to hold back a little scream. After all I used the high heel of my shoe.

"I am afraid; I did not see your foot." I said, almost laughing at his expression.

The guards near us watched our 'friendly' encounter while the Prince tried his best to look like he was having fun even though he watched me with careful eyes. Said crimson eyes stared back at the guards and me. His smile though didn't cease making it very clear that he was hiding something behind his false grin. Did he know something? I could not risk failure when the amulet was in front of me. Fooling him further and stealing the necklace, was the only plan I had. Therefore the first attempt had to be put into action.

"Forgive me my foolish behaviour. I am nervous and very honoured to have the chance to meet you." I looked up at him with the sweetest expression I could give and an innocent smile, hoping to trap him with my charms.

"D-Don't concern yourself with it." His eyes held mine for seconds. It was an awkward situation which made the both of us blush. Oh please, let this dance end soon.

Did my cheeks just turn red because of that obnoxious jerk? As if God in heaven had heard my pleas, the music stopped. I needed to calm myself down and create a plan. How am I going to fetch the necklace off his neck without him noticing it? Seeing that the doors to the balcony were open I rushed outside alone, leaving a red-faced prince behind in a surrounding full of joy and amusement. While making my way outside, I saw Feliks in the ballroom looking for me. Giving him a nod, he looked at the Prince and back to me with a relieved smile. The amulet was the first thing he must have seen. Before I reached the doors though, the blonde haired man who claimed to be 'my cousin' approached me.

"Emma, how was the-," his eyes grew wide upon seeing my face. "Who are you?" he asked with a dark voice. I turned towards him, looking to the guards who were on their way to the Prince.

Damn. Grabbing the French man by his arm I pulled him to the balcony.

"I am sorry, but I had to switch clothes with your beloved cousin. Nothing bad happened to her. Don't worry."

A new musical melody started to play inside, reflecting a contented mood in contrast of the atmosphere I was facing the moment.

He was beyond upset and grabbed my arm harshly. "Nothing bad? Where the hell is she and what do you mean 'you had to switch clothes'?" He growled before turning around to call the guards. Feliks quickly made his way to the man who still held my wrist forcefully, with the attempt to strike him.

My eyes fell on my former dance partner.

With the Prince's observing stare on me, his eyes couldn't hide his thoughts and emotions.

He knew. He knew exactly who I was and what was going on.

"Guards!" He commanded harshly.

The called men reacted instantly and raced towards me as Feliks was grabbed from behind from one of the soldiers. Fighting him off, Feliks was too occupied to come to my rescue. Even if we succeeded, dozens of trained guards were awaiting us. We were no match.

The music had faded long ago. Fully aware what was happening, the attending guests around us looked shocked, afraid and mostly disgusted; the last one made me the angriest.

It was the first time I knew that only a miracle had to happen to save us from this situation. And it did happen.

"Your Royal Highness." The shouting boomed through the castle. "There had been an attempt of abduction."

Two Guards entered the room. In company of the blonde-haired girl we had knocked out before. A warm jacket enclosed her shivering form.

She looked very pale and weak.

"Francis?" Her whispering tone was loud enough for every one present in the room to hear.

"Emma!" The man let go of me the instant he saw his beloved family member. I on the other hand stood frozen on my spot, looking for Natalya. Fortunately they hadn't caught her.

"The culprit is still on the run, but two of our best swordsmen are following her."

Despite the chaotic scenario which had taken place only moments ago, the two new guards had not noticed yet, how tense the mood amongst the visitors were.

"Her?" Francis asked stunned.

Gilbert's face darkened, analysing the told story. His fists were clenched, his breathing uneven and an angry energy was glowing off his form. The Prince was raging.

Instead of escaping, I took advantage of the distraction and sprinted to the Royal heir, knocking him out in the process with a hit in the neck. Immediately the guards were reacting as I kneeled beside him to open the closure of the necklace. To my dismay, it wouldn't open.

"Come on." I hissed completely annoyed by the situation.

Feliks who could free himself from the guard's hold during this interaction, ran to my side, shouting we needed to escape before the guards could arrest us. Without thinking I grabbed the Prince of Borussia, threw him over my shoulder and made a run for it.

We jumped over the railing. It wasn't high for us, thankfully.

I didn't know where we would run, as long as we could flee without being killed. The weight of the foolish Prince was slowing me down, bringing me to pause for a few moments. After running for what felt like hours we arrived our destination.

"Look, Eliza, we are almost at the shore."

I smiled. We could escape and the most important of all, we had the amulet.

Natalya

It was an easy job for me to abduct a person and leaving the scene unnoticed.

Before Elizabeta's crew adopted me, my biological family trained me to obtain skills in martial arts, swordsmanship and gunmanship.

My main job was to be a professional assassin and could kill in a blink of an eye. Just like my parents were.

Carrying unconscious persons over my shoulder were a routine for me. And I have never been caught in action. Until this evening.

The night almost enclosed the sky while I was making my way out of the castle's court; walking behind the hedges and sculptures of former Kings and Queens. My hair was pulled back and hidden under a hood. Avoiding light and observing my surroundings, I took care to watch out for guards or soldiers. My feet slowed me down as two different muffled voices near the gate I was heading to, broke the silence.

"The General informed me that Pirates are lurking around in this town. Two women and a man were almost caught this afternoon. We are ordered to reinforce the troops, especially in this area and the port. Colonel Laurinaitis has already alarmed his most skilled men. He will send a few of them to us to guard this gate."

I frowned. They had been alarmed and were increasing their armed forces.

The floor suddenly scrunched under the weight of some running soldiers just as I was about to look for another way. I ducked in time behind a sculpture made out of stone. It was big enough to hide me and the persons who 'accompanied' me but could still give me enough view to observe the scene ahead of me. The light was very poor in this area.

A group of men joined the two others who were just talking a few moments ago.

"Colonel Laurinaitis, at your service!" Both of the guards saluted in unison.

The company's arms and legs were protected by boiled leather. Their chests were armoured with mail chains. They were ready for a fight but I was able to beat since I wasn't wearing heavy armour.

I counted dozens of infantrymen and their leader, the so-called Colonel. He stood out from all the others with his green decorated military uniform under his light mail armour. Chestnut-brown hair tied back in a short ponytail, his longsword was attached on his left hip. This man would be the hardest to beat.

"Soldiers, you are aware of the current danger threatening our land and kingdom. We must protect the castle and villagers at all costs," He smiled determinate at his men "Therefore ten of you will inspect the shore, the other will look here at the castle for the culprits." His voice held kindness and authority

This plan was carried into act very fast, five of the professional soldiers made their way to the said location. Five of them stayed behind.

"Mmmh."

I looked at the fainted girl on my shoulder who was stirring lightly.

"Chocolat" She muttered incoherently. Unfortunately, one of the soldier's head turned around, watching the sculpture I was hiding behind, giving his comrade a sign.

My lips let out a sigh, preparing myself to fight. Feeling a presence behind me, I dropped the hostages and attacked the enemy.

All the others present fighters focused on me after witnessing their fellow's downfall. I had no further difficulties in defeating the other soldiers one by one. Minutes passed and my mind was switched into battle modus which was a huge mistake, considering that there was a high member of the military present. I had lost sight of the colonel during my victorious combats with his underlings. Before I could react, a heavy sword pressed against my neck from behind, forcing me to be left unarmed.

My beloved knives met the floor instantly.

The pressure of the blade against my skin increased as he inquired about my identity.

"Who are you?" The once kind undertone of his voice disappeared completely and was replaced with darkness. This must have resulted out of the fact that I had attacked his beloved comrades. I refused to give an answer, testing his patience with me.

"Why did you kidnap these two innocents? Where is the rest of your crew?" He must have looked to the unconscious frames, lying ungraceful on the ground. Taking my chance at his carless move, my hands took a hold of his sword and tried to shove it off with my bare fingers. It was a contra productive action because his grip got only stronger. His feet pushed me forward on my knees.

I had clearly underestimated him which made me even angrier, I never lose. If those last few days hadn't worn me out, I would have been able to fight him properly. The more I thought about it, the angrier I got about the occurring situation.

"To make a stand against me and the kingdom is futile. In the name of the King you are under arrest, turn around and state your name." The Colonel ordered in a calm but demanding tone.

Drops of sweat were forming on my forehead. I hadn't gotten any energy in form of food or water the last 24 hours and the consequences were affecting my body. Perfect timing.

A miracle had to happen to save me from this pathetic situation. What was this man's weakness?

"I don't want to repeat myself." The volume of his voice was the same as before however the tenseness grew.

I reluctantly turned around; my bloody hands reached to my hood and pulled it down. My long light blonde hair fell gracefully over my shoulders. The poor light in this area illuminated my face faintly but he could still see that I was a woman. Instead of looking up, I refused to acknowledge him and stared at the ground, thinking about ways to escape the piteous scene. His shadow moved; he got on one knee and to my disfavour closer to me.

"Please look up." The once commanding voice sounded extremely soft. Or was I imaging things?

My eyes met his only seconds after his demand. At first his pair of careful green eyes gazed at me with a wide-eyed look, showing perplexity, but softened afterwards and I noticed an emotion in his face I often saw when men were faced with women or children on the battlefield. It was hesitation.

"You are a woman." He whispered in awe.

"You don't say." I remarked flatly, giving him a keenly cold stare.

Expecting a hit or snarky comment from him due my sarcastic answer, the Colonel removed his weapon from me with light red cheeks while staring at my bloody hands.

"Your h-hands."

Was he stuttering? I was used to men's reaction when they saw me for the first time, but this encounter was a complete new experience, for the both of us. The only difference was that he seemed to be more touched by it than I was.

Within a second, I realised what was happening.

I had found his weakness; it was me.

Without much thinking I took his sword hand, breaking its bones and kicked him with all the energy I had left in my body and fled.

"W-Wait!"

Ignoring the call I ran towards the shore in the hopes of avoiding further guards. Running through the dark night I held onto the beliefs that Elizabeta and Feliks could accomplish the mission safely.

[A/N: I hope this chapter is okay, I am again in my "My English is so bad I can't write a proper sentence"-phase :'D. Sometimes I am so unsure of my English-skills (thanks to my teacher, who also said that one of my classmates, who speaks English at home, is not capable of speaking English fluently :'D well then :'D). So Prussia just got abducted and Lithuania met Natalya (and the ship started its sails~). Liet is a strong fighter and I could imaging him as a great Colonel, being fierce in battle but still kind to his men, he cares for them and that's why he was a little "unkind" towards Nat, because she hurt them. But that changed quickly as he laid his eyes on her face for the first time *cough* cheesy *cough* and I can't think of him as one who would hurt women on purpose.]