A/N Hey~ :D I decided to write it because a bunch of people have been telling me to do it so I'm gonna do it :) This chapter is just a bunch of little stories after the story, cool? Cool:) Oh, and one more thing. I've always wanted to break the fourth wall before..just sayin ^_^

Then There Was Cake

9 months later…

Elizabeta examined herself in the mirror. She really did look beautiful in her wedding dress. 5 months ago the love of her life,Roderich Edelstien,finally had the nerve to ask for Elizabeta Héderváry's hand in Holy Matrimony, and the only thing she did was cry and say yes. How could she not say yes? After all they've been through, she would have been a fool not to.

There was a knock at the door and it came open. It was Michelle and Madeline with the bouquet in her hand. "Aw Lizzie, you look so pretty." Michelle said.

Elizabeta chuckled. "Michelle, you already saw me in this dress when we went to go and pick it out."

"Well yeah, but you still look amazing in it."

"Why thank you, Michelle."

Madeline gave her the bouquet in her hands. "You're on in 2 okay?" She said examining her. She straightened up her Vail and smoothed out the front of her dress for her. "Ok, perfect. You really do look great Lizzie." She said with a small smile.

"But you were there with me too, Maddie."

"Alright, I am going to pretend I didn't here that. Now, do you remember your lines?"

Elizabeta nodded.

"What are they?"

"I do."

Madeline smiled proudly. "Good. You're ready."

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Roderich and Elizabeta certainly knew a lot of people, and certainly a lot of people attended the wedding. It was 'big and pretty' as Madeline and Michelle would describe it. The chapel was enormous, decorated in black and white. It was simple, yet elegant, basic, but beautiful.

When the ceremony was over, the first thing Michelle and Madeline noticed was the cake. The colossal cake the size of a skyscraper.

"Oh." Michelle started as her eyes scaled the cake.

"My." Madeline said after as her eyes did the same thing.

"God." They finally said together as the saw the very top of the cake.

"Michelle, its the cake. It the big, pretty wedding cake that we always thought they would have." Madeline said dreamily.

"I feel like I am going to cry." Michelle said after as she wiped away an imaginary tear.

"It-It's like the cake that I just deserve the second slice on."

"Or me, yes I think I deserve the 2nd slice indeed."

"Or not."

Michelle glared at Madeline. "Maddie, I'm getting the second slice."

Madeline glared back at her."Uh, no. No you're not Chelle. Obviously, the first slice goes to the married couple and the second one goes to the Maid of Honor. That second slice was made for me."

"Oh really? Well if was so 'made for you', then why don't I see my name on it?"

"Because I thought it would be obvious that I get the second slice, so I told them to leave it off. But apparently, not to everyone knows that the second slice is mine. Prime example: Michelle Friar."

Roderich and Elizabeta looked down the bench and saw the two girls arguing. "Well technically," Elizabeta said loud enough for the both of them to hear, "the second slice of cake actually goes to Roderich." She said pointing at her husband.

"Exactly. Wait, why do I get the second slice? I wanted the first slice." He told Elizabeta.

"Because, this is the most happiest day of my life and I will not let you ruin it by not letting me have the first slice of cake."

"Oh I almost forgot, this is the happiest day of your life, and for me, its just a regular old Tuesday. Forgive me. God forbid that I ruin your special day by not letting you have the first slice of cake!"

"…I'm taking the first slice of cake."

The two girls watched as the newlyweds started to fight. Michelle turned to Madeline. "Now look at what you've done. You made the newlyweds get into an argument. You should be ashamed of yourself."

Madeline looked at her as if she had been slapped. "Me? If you just would have accepted the fact that the second slice was mine, we wouldn't be in this mess."

All four of them were fighting…over cake.

"Uhh, you guys?" Francis said loud enough for all four of them to hear.

"What?" They all snapped simultaneously.

"You should really stop arguing." He said before he ate another fork full of the wedding cake.

"Yeah, just keep calm, and eat some cake." Antonio said as he cut the second slice of cake.

There was a short silence for all four of them as they let their moment of stupidity sink in.

"How about we just split the third piece?" Elizabeta suggested.

"A marvelous idea, love." Roderich said with a small smile.

"Rock, Paper, Scissors?" Madeline suggested.

"Best two out of three." Michelle negotiated afterwards.

"Deal."

The State Of Euphoria

Elizabeta layed crying and giggling on the bathroom floor, clutching her belly, simply overwhelmed at the miracle she was chosen to perform. However, she was in a state of euphoria, a state of pure happiness; for unto her, Roderich's child would be born.

Three different pregnancy test laid on top of the sink, but they all had the same results: positive. She was pregnant, with Roderich's child. She had always wanted children with Gilbert, but he never wanted kids. She thought it was a shame though, she thought he would be a pretty good father.

Now, she was actually pregnant with her husband's baby, and she didn't think he would be a good father. She knew that he would be an amazing father. He was already an amazing husband, she had a feeling that there would be no stopping him as a father.

Elizabeta got off the floor. Her state of euphoria had ended and now she had to tell Roderich the news. She looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes were red and puffy from crying from the last thirty minutes. "Ugh, stupid state of euphoria." She mumbled to her self and walked out the bathroom.

Roderich looked out the window as he played the dark and depressing music that went along with the dark and rainy weather. He never liked rainy weather, it always made him upset. The grey clouds, the dark sky, and the constant plop, plop, plop on the window sill was just so… sad to him.

Suddenly, he herd the door open. A small smile came across Roderich's face as he brightened up the music a little when his wife came in.

Elizabeta closed the door behind her, and walked over to Roderich. She kissed him on the cheek and took her spot in front of him, sitting Indian Style on top of the piano.

"Hey there." She said with a small smile on her face.

He looked up at her and frowned. She had been crying. Roderich pressed down on the soft petal as he continued to play. "Have you been crying?" He asked her quietly.

"Ehh, yeah. Well I was in a state of euphoria actually." Elizabeta said smoothing down the back of her hair.

Roderich held back a laugh. "And, why were you in a state of euphoria?"

She took a deep breath as the second thoughts started to kick in. Maybe having a baby would be a bad idea. What if he didn't want kids? What if she over estimated his abilities in being a father? Since she was in a state of euphoria, and the only thing she could see was the positive side, what if she really did over estimate his abilities?

What if he wanted to split up because of it?

She didn't believe in starving herself to the point of miscarriage, and she refused to have an abortion.

Splitting up would be the only answer.

Elizabeta's heart sank. She couldn't go through that. Not again. She prayed every night that she and Roderich would never split up, and if they did, her heart truly wouldn't be able to handle it.

"Because…because I'm just so happy that I'm married to you." She said as she leaned down to him to pinch his cheek.

Roderich smiled. "You're so sweet. I'm happy being married to you too, sweetheart." He said putting his hands on her chin. He pulled her closer and softly kissed her.

Elizabeta hopped off the piano and waked towards the door. "Well that's all, see you later darling." She said.

When she was about to reach for the glass door knob she stopped and gnawed on her bottom lip. Without looking at him, she called his name. "Roderich?"

"Yes, beautiful?"

For some reason, he always knew when something was wrong. It like, every time something was wrong with Elizabeta, Roderich just knew what to say as a last attempt to bring her back up before she plummeted straight down.

She turned around to him. "I-I'm pregnant."

Roderich stopped the music and turned back to her. He could tell how serious she was. Roderich slowly walked to her. "Pregnant?" He repeated.

She barely nodded. Then her breathing labored and she fell into his arms, crying. "Roderich, we don't have to keep it if you don't want to. I'll-I'll abort it if you want me to. I'll starve myself until it dies, whatever you want to do, I'll do it ok? Just please, don't leave me." She babbled while still crying.

Roderich wrapped her arms around her tightly. "Sweetheart, can I tell you a secret?"

Elizabeta wiped away a tear and nodded.

He leaned down to her ear and quietly whispered, "I've always wanted children."

She looked up at him, and saw that amazing smile of his. "Really?" She asked before she sniffled and wiped the rest of tears.

Roderich nodded. "I'm not leaving you, and we are having this baby. And another thing, what kind of person do you think I am? I wouldn't let you starve yourself until the baby dies. That's insanity." He said with a small laugh.

Elizabeta blushed of embarrassment. "Sorry, I wasn't really thinking clearly. All I was thinking about was the what if's and negative things."

"That's alright. Well anyway, I can't believe I'm going to be a father." Roderich said smiling.

Elizabeta grinned. "I know I'm so excited." She said and jumped in her husband's arms and he spun her around.

"Elizabeta?"

"Yes, handsome?"

"Do you think I'll be a good father?"

Elizabeta smiled softly. "I know you'll be an amazing father."

It's Your Turn

One Year Later…

Elizabeta herd crying on the other end of the hallway from she and Roderich's room. She sighed and hit Roderich's arm. "Roderich, it's your turn. Go take care of Sam." She mumbled and turned over.

Roderich got up rubbing his eyes. He ran a hand through his hair. He covered Elizabeta back up, slipped on his loafers, and went to the baby's room.

He found Samuel Alexander Edelstien in his crib, crying. Roderich turned on the crib side lamp, and picked his son up.

"Are you hungry again?" He asked him as he rocked him to get him to stop crying.

As soon as Samuel stopped, Roderich changed him an took him to the kitchen. He grabbed the formula out of the fridge, warmed it up, and fed it to Samuel.

While Samuel was busy eating, he walked around the house quietly humming to him.

Roderich looked at his son, he had his mother's soft green eyes and his growing dark hair was already starting to resemble his. "Who knows? Maybe you'll grow a little curl like your father when you get older." He spoke to Samuel.

Ever since Samuel came a little over four months ago, Roderich couldn't be happier. He had finally had a family he could call his own. There wasn't a single thing he could think of that would make his life even more could he ask for?

Roderich placed the empty bottle in the sink and sat Samuel up straight in his arms. He patted his back, and soon a small burp came from Samuel, making a small smile come across his face.

All Roderich had to do now was rock him back to sleep. He walked Samuel back to his room, sat in the rocking chair that Elizabeta always sits in when she's putting him to sleep, and rocked back and fourth, hoping he would go to sleep.

He didn't.

Samuel kept his unblinking green eyes locked with his father's tired violet eyes. It always took at the most an hour for Samuel to go to sleep when Roderich was taking care of him, but with Elizabeta, it always took her ten minutes at the most for Samuel to go to sleep.

Roderich looked at the clock on the wall that read the accurate time of 2:30 a.m.

He had been up with the baby roughly around 25 minutes.

Roderich sighed. "Look Sam, you are my most favorite baby, but please just go to sleep for papa right now." He spoke to the child, who was still staring at him with those green unblinking eyes.

"Please?"

More staring came from the baby's green unblinking eyes.

"Please go to sleep."

Even more staring came from Samuel.

Maybe Roderich was being to nice with his approach to the child. Maybe a more stern approach was needed.

"Samuel Alexander Edelstien, you will go to sleep this instant, and that is final. Do you hear— what the heck am I doing?" Rodeich suddenly stopped during his stern approach tactic.

"Am I really that tired as to start yelling at a four month old child just because he won't go to sleep?" He said, and looked down at Samuel who was still staring.

"I'm pretty sure you can't even comprehend what I'm saying at this age. Besides, while I'm trying all of the useless tactics, I haven't tried what is possibly the most obvious and effective tactic." He said getting up from the chair.

He went across the hall to his music room and turned on the small lamp on top of the piano. Then, he put Samuel in his bassinet , sat down on the piano bench, and started to softly play a lullaby.

Within the first five minutes, Samuel fell asleep. Roderich turned off the lamp, leaving the room in complete darkness. He went around the piano to get Samuel, but ended up tripping over one of the legs of the piano, making him fall to the ground with a loud thud.

Samuel woke up at the sound, and instantly started crying. Roderich got up from the floor, picked up Samuel, and rocked him back and fourth.

Roderich sighed, this was going to be a long night.

"You know what? I take what I said back. If there's one thing that could make my life better, than that would be for you to go sleep faster so my turn could be easier."

But We're Not Very Good People

Meanwhile In Hungary…

"Gilbert, how did you manage to find a café while walking in an alley?" Sophia asked as she walked through the door of The Shadow's Café.

"Well… I don't know, but on the bright side the awesome me has found a new place to go to." Gilbert said with a smile. They sat down and waited to be served.

Madeline and Antonio watched as the new customers came in the café. Since they lived in different countries, they had a long distance relationship.

On weekends, either Antonio would come to Hungary, or Madeline would go to Spain. However, most of the time, they would both go halfway maybe to Northern Italy or Southern France. It didn't matter to them, as long as they were together, and they made it work pretty well.

"You wanna take this one?" Antonio asked.

"I'm already waiting on two tables, you however, are waiting on only one." Madeline replied without looking away from the book she was reading.

Antonio sighed. "Fine, I guess I'll take this one." He got up from behind the counter and walked to the couple.

"Hey there you guys, my name is Antonio, and I'll be serving you today. First of all, is there anything you would like to drink?" Antonio said politely.

"For a person that works here, you sure do seem out of uniform." Gilbert spoke.

Antonio chuckled. "Well I don't officially work here, I'm just visiting my girlfriend and decided to help out this weekend. She thinks that I should 'work rather than sit down looking adorable with some goofy smile on my face' as she like's too say."

"Well you do have a very adorable grin." Sophia spoke.

Gilbert frowned. "Do you not think that my smile is adorable?" He asked and grinned widely.

"Well I think it's adorable, and your tiny dimple made it all the more adorable." Antonio said.

"See? Antonio thinks my smile is adorable, and he complimented my tiny dimple, so take that lady." Gilbert said to Sophia.

Sophia glared at Gilbert for a moment then she turned to Antonio. "I would like a sweet tea please."

Antonio wrote it down on the notepad. "And for you, sir?"

Gilbert cringed."Call me Gilbert, or just Gil, if you wanna. I dislike the term 'sir', epically if it's coming from someone that's around the same age as me, it sounds weird to me. Besides, you complemented me on my tiny dimple and adorable smile, so were basically best friends."

"Well I have no problem calling you Gilbert, Gilbert. Call me Antonio if you would like. It feels weird calling me a waiter if I'm not so much a waiter." Antonio said, grinning of course.

"Well Antonio, do you all carry beer?"

Antonio looked up in thought, he didn't really know about that. He over at Madeline, who still had he nose buried in that book. "Maddie, do you know if the café has any beer?"

"Nope, we don't carry they want beer, tell them to go down the street." She said, still not looking away from her book.

"Sorry, but we don't have any beer, but I wish we did, I would seriously have one right now. However, if your still interested in a drink, there's a bar right down the street."

Gilbert sighed. "Fine, I'll just have a sweet tea too."

Antonio wrote that down as well. "Alright, I be right back with your drinks." He said and went to go get them.

As soon as he left, there was a man right next to their table with papers sprawled across the table, and muttering curses to himself. His hair was long blond and curly in a ponytail. He had a bit of hair on his chin, and reading glasses rested on the bridge of his nose, magnifying his blue eyes. "This can't be. How could the profits go down that much when obviously we've been having a constant flow of people this month?" He mumbled to himself. He took off the glasses, placed them on the table, and placed his face in his hands.

"Well actually, moved the decimal point over too much. It totally screwed over your profits entirely." Gilbert said looking over the man's math work.

The man removed his hands to see the papers to see what this man was talking about. He was right, he moved the decimal over two more times than he was supposed to. "Oh, that was close. For a second there I thought I was about to go out of business, thanks for catching that for me."

"No problem, math was always one of my strong suits in school, so the awesome me can find errors pretty easily." Gilbert said shrugging it off.

"Well usually, I would have had someone to check over this work for me, I.E: Madeline Benoit." He said loud enough for Madeline to hear.

"Francis, your talking gets annoying pretty easily, and you saying my name like that just made it all the more annoying." Madeline said still staring down at the book.

"That's disrespect to your employer. I should fire you for that."

"You should, but you won't. You love me too much to do that."

Francis frowned, she knew him all to well. "I guess your right."

"Oh I know I'm right."

Now, it was getting annoying. "Madeline your being cocky again." He said in a slightly annoyed voice.

Finally, Madeline looked up from her book with a small blush on her face. "Sorry Boss, it won't happen again." She said in nervously, and went back to reading her book.

Antonio came back with the drinks and placed them on the table. "Two Sweet Teas. If you guys need anything else, please don't hesitate to ask."

"Antonio? When did you get here?" Francis asked.

Antonio sighed. "Francis, I've been here for about three hours now, have you really been working that much?"

"I guess so, maybe I should take a break." Francis said collecting the paperwork. He gathered them up in his arms and held out a hand to Gilbert.

"Thanks to you, I would have been sitting there doing math, trying to find the error I made."

Gilbert shook his hand. "Like I said, no big deal, and it's Gilbert by the way. Gilbert Beilschmidt."

"Well I'm Francis Bonnefoy, owner of this fine establishment."

"And I'm Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, in case you all forgot." Antonio said grinning.

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The three of them pretty much clicked instantly, spending the whole day, laughing, talking, and joking; while Michelle, Madeline, and Sophia watched them from afar with bored looks on their faces.

"Will this madness ever end?" Sophia asked.

"They've been talking for like 8 hours straight." Michelle said afterwards.

"It's like it was fate that they were to meet each other." Madeline mumbled.

Suddenly, they all got up and walked towards the door. "Hey, we're off to go get some drinks up the street, you guys are welcome to come if you want to." Gilbert said as the three of them walked towards the door.

"I think we should go, I'm pretty sure all three of them are going to need some designated drivers." Sophia said getting up with a small sigh.

All six of them walked up the street to the bar, and as soon as they got there, the three men went to work on drinks.

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"What round number is this again?" Madeline asked.

"18th round." Michelle and Sophia said together.

"Hey, you guys, we should totally make a trio." Francis said before he took another drink of wine.

"Yeah, we should be called The Good Friends Trio, because were pretty good friends." Gilbert said.

"But we're not very good people, so that could never work." Antonio said afterwards.

"I guess you're right about that, well we'll be friends, but with a touch of bad… The Bad Touch Trio! What about it, you guys?" Gilbert said excitedly.

"That's perfect, and for short, it can be the BTT." Francis said afterwards.

"Hey if you guys like it, then I love it." Antonio said, grinning.

"Then it's settled! For this night on, we will be The Bad Touch Trio!" Gilbert announced.

They all clinked their glasses together, finished off that round, and asked for another.

"Why does she hate us so much?" Michelle asked to no one in particular.

Sophia and Madeline knew exactly who 'she' was. The Head Honcho, The Boss, The Puppet Master, The Beginning of all of this.

"I don't think she hates us, I just think she's taking every advantage of having The Bad Touch Trio here for the first time ever." Sophia explained.

Madeline sighed. "Well, since I'm pretty sure they're gonna go at least another 106 rounds, how about we just go home and let them call is when there ready to come home?"

Michelle and Sophia nodded in agreement, and Sophia got out a pencil and wrote the trio a note and gave it to the bartender.

"Don't worry, you ladies aren't surprisingly the first to do something like this, but they're the first to ever come up with The Bad Touch Trio." The lady bartender said with a small smile.

"So you'll give this note to them?" Sophia asked.

"I'll even read it to them, and then call you ladies when they're either ready to go or when I kick them out, whichever goes first. So don't you three worry your pretty little heads, I'll take over the babysitting shift."

The three ladies gave the lady bartender praise and thanks as they left for their homes.

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"Alrighty BTT, it's time for you to go, it's two o'clock, and I've got a girlfriend to get to. No, your ladies are not here, but they're on their way and they did leave me a note." The bartender said as she unfolded the note.

Dear Bad Touch Trio,

We went home because you guys are idiots and drink too much. However, we all still love you guys, very much. We already put the rounds on tabs and now all you have to do is come home to us. Don't move. We repeat, do not move, because by the time you guys get this we should be on our way.

With love,

Sophia, Madeline, and Michelle

A/N So that's all folks! I'm closing this fic for good! :D And in case if you didn't get it or just wasn't paying attention, I did in fact make an attempt at breaking out of the fourth wall, but you guys gotta figure out where, although it's pretty obvious~ so yeah, I love you guys, you're the best, thanks for the constant support, and all that jazz~

I could never stop loving you my babies:)

With Love,
Skipperr :)