Disclaimer: I do not own Code Geass.

A/N: Really short, huh...

Now, I don't give a damn how long it is, how short it is, or anything like that...as long as I try to keep it from breaking down into a ridiculous shitty fic, which will most likely happen regardless of what I do, then I'm happy with it...

Also, has it ever been pointed out how many similarities Rolo and V.V. share? They're both short, and have brothers, and become jealous when their brothers pay more attention to some girl, and then they kill that girl and that ends up setting some major events for parts of the story. They even fight at one point! Isn't that odd?

So, V.V. X Marianne is like the alternate Rolo X Shirley, I guess...

V.V. did not hesitate in admitting his great dislike towards Emperor Charles' new wife, Marianne vi Britannia. He still had trouble believing his brother would actually marry a woman who had originally been a filthy, dirty commoner at birth! It was completely unheard of, even if she WAS a Knight of The Round! He had tried several times before the wedding to convince his brother to change his mind, but to no avail.

'Argh...that damn, damn bitch...' V.V. thought as he watched the Emperor and his newest wife walk down the aisle hand in hand.

There were so many things regarding Marianne that made V.V. despise her more and more.

V.V. hated her bright, ocean-blue eyes that shimmered ever so majestically. He hated her long, soft silky hair that was as dark as night. He hated that cute wry smile that was always evident on her plump red lips. He hated the way she laughed at such a wonderful pitch at even the most pathetic of jokes. He hated her perfectly-shaped body, her round, soft breasts, and her long, slender arms and legs. He hated everything about her.

Once Marianne had moved into the palace, V.V.'s hatred for her only grew worse. She was somewhat imperialistic and stuck-up, and her offspring were little brats, but that wasn't by far the worst of it.

He hated the way she would grab him by the hand, and whisk him off down the hallway, laughing merrily as she did so. He hated how she would smile warmly at him and always ask him every morning if he had slept well. He hated the way she held him in such a gentle manner, as if he would shatter from the slightest touch. He hated how she would sneak into his room at the very middle of the night, and crawl underneath the covers. He hated the way her kisses were always so sloppy and affectionate.

Most of all, V.V. hated it when she told him she loved him, since he knew that was nothing but a lie.