A/N: Hello Everyone. It's been 6 years since I've written a fan fiction! I thought I would write this story for a friend of mine. She loves Hetalia and I wanted to write something REALLY sexy for her.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. I'm writing this for pure entertainment without profit.

Pairings: AustriaxHungary, HungaryxPrussia

Warnings: Lemons, Human names used. It's rated M for a reason.

This is my first attempt at this sort of thing

Roderich was always playing the piano. He stroked keys to make the sweet melodies Elizaveta enjoyed while she did her chores. She wasn't necessarily unhappy with her situation. She had a roof over her head and an attractive man at her bedside. Her husband was polite and a complete gentleman. What else could a woman want?

She was a Hungarian beauty with an attitude problem. She was forced into an arranged marriage with Roderich Edelstein. She was opposed to the idea. She wanted to continue being an independent woman. Her boss didn't believe that this idea of independence was beneficial to the betterment of Hungary.

Roderich was a creature of habit. He spent his days doing the same things. Eating sweets, playing piano, avoiding paperwork and then going back to bed with his wife

Elizaveta spent her days playing the house wife. She took care of her husband's craving for cakes and tea as well as the other house work. She rarely complained though she wanted to constantly. Though, she was as happy as she could be in the position she was in. Her husband never pressured her into anything. What annoyed her more than anything, though, was her childhood rival, Gilbert.

He always showed up during the worst moments. On her wedding day he got drunk and disrupted the receptions. It was neither Roderich's nor Elizaveta's idea that he attend. He was wedding crashing. He was always talking about how awesome he is. Every so often, to tease her, Gilbert would tease Elizaveta by flirting with her.

When they were children, Gilbert (and even Elizaveta herself) thought that Elizaveta was a boy. While her breasts were growing during puberty, he groped them, unknowingly. At first he believed he had committed a sin and convinced himself he needed to confess. After time passed, he realized it was his and her, first sexual encounter.

Elizaveta awoke the sounds of her husband stroking keys on the piano. Another night her marriage goes unconsummated. She wished her relationship with her husband were different. He is not openly affectionate and he does not talk about feelings. She laid back in their bed for a moment and listened to the song that echoed through the mansion. She was always calmed by the sounds of his music.

She winced at the sun in her eyes Her husband had a habit of opening the curtain to check the weather. She rolled out of her four poster bed. She left the room with just her night dress on. She walked the grand halls of Roderich's mansion. She followed the sound to the piano room where Roderich was in the middle of a beautiful melody he wrote.

He stopped mid song when he noticed her. "Ah, Elizaveta, nice of you to join me" He said in his cool, low voice. He was in a white dress shirt and plain black pants. Apparently, he had managed to dress himself while she was sleeping. He raised up from his seat to great his wife with a kiss on the cheek. A typical morning for her. Next she would have to go to the kitchen and make breakfast. When she turned to leave the room, Roderich took her hand and stopped her from moving forward.

"Is there something you need, Roderich?" She asked curiously. He had never really touched her before. To keep up appearances with government they had to play the roll of the perfect couple. They slept in the same bed, appeared together in public and ate their meals together. The relationship however was strictly platonic.

"Actually, my dear, I would like a little something" Roderich said in a tone he'd never used before. Perhaps, he was trying to be funny. Roderich was seemed strange this morning. The way he looked at her, the way his body was leaning against the piano. All of this was not the norm of Roderich Edelstein. Something had come over him.

"…What might that be, Roderich?" Elizaveta replied hesitantly.

"I would like us to consummate our marriage, finally" He said without even blinking.

"Is he serious? I mean, he doesn't even kiss me properly. The only time he has was at our wedding. When we sleep together he lies as far away from me as possible. Now he wants to have sex?" Elizaveta thought franticly.

"We're married. Isn't this what married people do?" He asked. He didn't really believe in the words himself.

"And here I thought you were eager to do the deed," She complained mentally. "I don't think this is such a good idea…"

"Darling, we've been married for sometime now. Granted, I didn't think you would jump at the chance to let me have my way with you." He said with a sideways smirk. "I felt that if there was something keeping us from it. We should discuss it." It really seemed like he was trying to make an effort to have this woman fall for him body and soul with a seductive look and polite words. It was almost working. Almost.

She buckled at the knees a bit. He was attractive and it's not like she did not have feelings for the man but did he have genuine feelings for her or was he just doing what he was told? Should she hazard a guess? He never showed interest like this before.

"Elizaveta…" He whispered. That whisper sent chills up her spine.

"Umm…Yes?…Sorry I was thinking. I'm just hesitant to just do it with a man who is just following orders. That isn't a reason to. Two people should have sex because there are feelings involved. I know that's a total woman thing to say but don't you think that should be the case? What kind of woman do you think I am anyway?" She was almost shaking in her voice. It wasn't in her nature to be very womanly. She had always wanted Roderich to make love to her but not under this kind of circumstance.

"If you don't want to do this with me then why are you dressed like that? Such revealing clothing. A lady should not be dressed as such." He could see everything. Her breasts, her thighs, her back, the parts of her body she always kept hidden beneath clothing. He started to blush at the thought of her body against his. She was his wife. Although, he was a gentleman and as a gentleman he decided that he would pressure her no further.

"I woke up like this. You should be used to me by now. I'm not very lady like." she retorted.

"No, you're not. You're a beautiful woman though." Roderich paused for a moment and sat on his piano bench. He let his eyes wander to his wife and quickly to the piano to prevent himself from staring at her body. After a long breath, he stood up and continued, "You know who you are, my dear. I know that I rarely say much in terms of affection. I apologize. I was rude in asking for something that was not mine to ask for. I love you, Elizaveta. I say that without orders or prompting. However, it is not in my nature to be openly affectionate so please do not be vexed with your prolonged wait to hear my feelings."

She was slightly taken aback from his out of character boldness. He asks for sex then admits his feelings. When she woke up this morning she never would have guessed that her husband would have become a completely different man.

She thought she would try something. She grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him down to her lips for a small peck on the lips. She thought of it as a reward for him being so upfront about everything. It was more than that. He responded to the kiss intensely. He put one arm around her waist and brought her closer. The kiss turned into more than a peck. He was a bit more of a practised kisser than one would have believed. He actually had a talent for it. The kiss was passionate but gentle. Roderich's free hand was wandering about her curves. He lightly grazed her breast with his finger tips. His soft touch made her skin tingle. She felt him through his pants. He was as excited as she was.

When they stopped for air, Elizaveta and Roderich's hearts were pounding in their chests. Both wanted more. Both wanted each other. Elizaveta was going to make him wait. She needed time to adjust to her new view of her husband. She left the room hurriedly to change out of her nightdress. Roderich sat on the piano bench again staring blankly at the door his wife just closed. "Perhaps, I was a bit too forward" He wondered.

The whole day passed without them seeing each other. Elizaveta had completely forgotten to feed him breakfast that morning. She did eventually dress herself in a simple dress. She spent the whole morning in the bedroom, thinking everything over. She was half hoping that Roderich would burst through the door, throw her on the bed and have his way with her. Sadly, this wasn't the case. Quickly after the kiss, he was called away to do paper work by their boss. She was informed that he would not be back until after dinner time. She tied a simple white handkerchief in her hair and spent her day distracting herself with chores and making herself small meals that she didn't eat anyway.

She sat at the kitchen table, staring at her food and thinking of Roderich. Her heart raced. This was a foreign feeling to her. This is how people feel when they're in love, she knew this. Perhaps, her rule for sex is met. He loves her and she loves him. After all these years of marriage without intercourse, she may as well see what it was like.

She was a bit nervous though. She waited up for her husband. She waited in bed in her a plain white nightdress. "That's what virgins wear right?" She thought. She heard footsteps down the hall. Roderich. She knew it was him. Suddenly she was more nervous. She pretended to be asleep.

When he walked in he was sure to be quiet as to not wake his wife. He slowly took off his clothes. She could see him, even in the dark. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt. She never really took notice to her husband's body before but he had a very muscular structure.

Roderich was tired and tossed his shirt on the floor. He still had on his belt and his pants but he needed to rest for a moment. It had been a long day of paper work, bosses yelling and the stress over what happened earlier between him and his wife. He wondered why she left the room so suddenly. He was glad she was asleep. He didn't really want to talk about it.

He leaned against the wall for a moment and closed his eyes. He sighed. Then he felt a tug on his belt. Elizaveta was there, getting it off as if the belt weren't there at all. She wasn't acting of her own accord. There was feeling, urging her to do it. Roderich was without words as he watched his wife slowly unbutton his pants. He couldn't see it, but he knew she was looking at him teasingly.

She felt him through his pants again. He was hard so she decided to take his pants and underwear off and have a bit of fun with him. When she first got her hands on it she was surprised as to how big he really was. She wasn't really expecting much but this was even bigger than she would have thought.

She started with her hand, going up and down on his shaft.

"W-what are you doing, E-Elizavet-ta" He whispered, trying not to moan at her touch.

"What does it look like? I'm giving you a hand." She laughed.

"You don't h-have to do…mmmm…this" He said still stuttering.

"I want to, Roderich. Now shut up and enjoy it."

"Yes, dear"

And he enjoyed it. He stood there naked in front of his wife as she tended to his penis. She started with just her hand but that quickly changed to her mouth. He wasn't sure how much more he could take. He could believe his wife had this kind of skill. He was close to finishing too. He never wanted her to stop. She did. It was the worst feeling in the world for him.

"I think you're now ready to receive what you really want" She stated.

He looked down and said without thinking "So I am." and with that he picked her up and carried her to the bed. He took off her thin nightdress. He began kissing her. Softly at first but a bit rougher as time passed. He moved from her mouth to her neck. He didn't dare go further with his mouth. He limited himself. He did however lets his hands wander again. He slowly crept between her legs and put a finger in her. She arched her back instantly

"We have to make sure you're ready too, my dear" He remarked. She was wet almost instantaneously. She was moaning, loudly in spite of herself. He kept a steady rhythm. Typical musician. He let her enjoy herself but he didn't stop until the last possible moment. Making her silently hate him.

He positioned himself right at her entrance. The gentleman part of him took over for a second, "are you sure you want to do this, love?" He implored. She answered by grabbing his shaft and guided it inside her womanhood, slowly. He got on top of her to get a better angle into her.

At first he was gentle, trying to make sure she was comfortable. With every thrust he went a little faster. It felt amazing to feel her around him. She was so tight and wet. Her moans were like music to him. He loved hearing it.

She didn't feel any pain just pure, blissful pleasure. She kept digging her nails into his skin and she was nibbling on his neck. "ah…mmm…R-Roderich" She whispered, "I'm close."

She wrapped her legs around him so that he could go deeper inside. This sent him over the edge. He still couldn't believe this was happening. The pleasure was almost more than he could handle. He knew he was close too. After a few more deep thrusts he felt her finish. She got really tight and she dragged her nails down his back. That was all he needed. He came soon after she did. He nearly collapsed on top of her.

Her legs were shaking. A slight panic came over him and he rolled off of her. "Are you alright, Elizaveta?" She let out a long sigh and nodded. "Never felt better, actually"

"Ich liebe dich, Elizaveta" He whispered.

She replied in her own tongue"Szeretlek, Roderich"

Hope you enjoyed chapter one! There's plenty more