A/N: Hey, I'm back! Look I updated this one relatively quickly!

Thanks to ShiraFuneHakuteiken, Mamoru4ever, and MDWOLFGIRL for reviewing this story. :)

So, here's the second chapter! Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Hetalia. Hetalia belongs to the fantabulous Hidekaz Himaruya.

Liz ran towards her estimated location of the voice calling out to her. I really have to better my reflexes for these stuff... She thought as she placed a hand on her hip. It hurt because she fell off the tree, but it didn't seem like the pain would last for long. Still, it was clumsy of her to fall off a tree just like that.

"LADY ELIZAVETA!" The voice rang out again. This time it was accompanied by another voice.

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" Liz shouted back as she ran faster. She shook her head and sighed at the two new - obviously anxious - maids. New to the job, and already assigned to find the runaway daughter. Poor things. But Liz's secret spot was something she would never, ever give up.

"LADY ELIZAVETA!" The two maids shrieked in unison upon the sight of the brunette.

"Where were you?" One maid asked, beads of sweat forming all over her face.

"I was..." Liz trailed off, searching for the proper words to get her out of trouble without outright lying. "Here, of course. In the gardens!" In the branches of an old apple tree. She added mentally. Her mother would kill her if she found out that her own daughter had been out climbing trees, thus risking scrapes, bruises and many other wounds that could not just hurt, but also "stain" Liz's body.

"Why are you here when you have a lesson with Madame De La Croix?" The other maid asked as she tried to fix her hair. What was once a neat, tight bun now looked like a small bird's nest.

"...I'm sorry." Liz apologized, feeling genuinely sorry at the sight of the tired maids. "I'll go to my classes now."

"No, no, no!" A maid held Liz back.

"Huh?"

"Not in this get up!" The other maid said. "We have to get you into something decent and appropriate for a young lady such as yourself!" Her partner nodded in total agreement.

"Oh..." Liz looked at her shirt and jeans, now covered in mud, dust and grass. She bit her lip. She would be scolded again. "You're right...let's go change!" she laughed nervously, producing an awkward silence afterwards.

It took one full hour before Liz went to Madame De La Croix. Her etiquette teacher definitely wasn't happy. Even if Liz was free of dirt and wore a more "appropriate" outfit (read: light pink blouse and white skirt), that didn't change the fact that she was really late for her lessons.

"A proper lady never makes her guests wait."

"I'm so sorry Ma'am!" Liz lowered her head, trying not to show embarrassment on her face. This was the third time she'd been late. The third time in a row.

"Very well then. Have a seat, and please hand over your homework."

"Ummm...Ma'am?" Liz mumbled.

"Yes?"

"I...I don't have my homework..." Liz bit her lip before adding "I forgot to do it...I'm really sorry..."

"You forgot your homework?" her teacher raised her voice. "You are already constantly late in my class, Lady Elizaveta. I ask of you to at least give me your homework on time."

"I'm sorry Ma'am."

"For heaven's sake. Very well. Please have it by tomorrow's lesson. For now we will have a practical test."

Liz gulped. Her day just took a really bad turn.

Since Liz had been late for her etiquette lessons, said lessons had to be extended. And since said lessons were extended, she had to eat a very late lunch of reheated chicken.

As Liz munched on her food, her mother stepped in the dining room.

"Lizzy, there you are." she smiled softly, using her affectionate nickname for her daughter.

"Hey mom! What's up?"

"Oh nothing. I just wanted to see you."

Liz stayed silent. Something was up. She could tell.

"Lizzy, tell me. Are you interested in anyone?"

"What?" She didn't expect her mom to ask her that. Not at that moment, at least.

"You know, romantically." Her mother replied. "Like your other classmates who have been starting to go on dates."

"Mom, I already told you." Liz frowned. "I'm a romantic, but I don't like anyone in that way yet. I just can't imagine myself dating someone." She chuckled a bit at the thought. The closest thing she had to romance was her secret stash of chick lit novels.

"Well, maybe...you could try?"

"What are you trying to do?" Liz felt confused. Normally her mom and dad didn't put much importance on her getting a boyfriend.

"Your father and I have been meaning to tell you something..."

"What do you want to tell me?" Liz was now starting to feel a bit scared.

"Well, we've..." Her mom trailed off. "We've thought of arranging a match for you."

"A match?" She exclaimed. Oh no. She gulped. She knew where this was going. "A match...as in...marriage?"

"Well...we're trying it out... to see if it would work." her mom replied, looking a bit nervous. "You see, our close friends have a son about your age. And we all had an idea to set you up. You're both wonderful children, and it would be nice to not worry about you getting married...at least for a while."

"Mom, you know I can't do this!" Liz cried. "I can't force myself to love someone I was arranged to marry!"

"But I think you'll like him dear...he's a good person, and he goes to your school too! His na-"

"Mom. I can't, okay? I really can't."

"Please Lizzy?" her mom pleaded. "Look, if we didn't feel the need to do this, we wouldn't. But society is-"

"Mom, please don't bring up 'society' anymore." Liz sighed. "I know I'm not the proper young lady they want. But I can't help that."

"Lizzy, don't interrupt me please." Her mom looked at her and continued. "Society aside, your dad and I also want someone who can support you when we can't anymore. I know you think you can do it yourself, but it's hard. It really helps if you have someone close to you to guide you throughout the way."

"Mom..."

"Please? Just try it...just try to get to know him."

"..." Liz stayed silent for a while, but then looked at her mom. Her parents did so much for her. In fact, they were doing this whole arranged marriage thing for her. It couldn't hurt to get to know the guy she was arranged to marry, right?

"...Okay." Liz nodded. "I'll get to know him..."

"Oh thank you, Lizzy!" Her mother hugged her. "You won't regret this, I promise!"

Liz forced a smile. "So..uh..when do I meet this guy?"

"Well, he and his family are coming over here tonight"

TONIGHT? Liz wanted to yell, but kept it in.

"Um...tonight?"

"Yes! That means we have to get you ready now!"

As soon as her mom finished talking about how happy she was that her daughter "finally took a chance on love", Liz was pushed into her room, and in a few minutes, the two new maids appeared to help dress her up for the evening. And in the middle of the manipedi, blow dry and make up being applied on her, a thought came into Liz's head. In all that had happened, she had forgotten to ask her mother for the guy's name.

So at this moment, Liz was engaged to a guy she didn't even know the name of.

Great.

"There we go!" the two maids smiled in satisfaction as they stepped backwards and admired the result of their first time dressing up Lady Elizaveta Hedervary.

Liz looked at herself. It wasn't a bad makeover job. She looked quite nice, actually.

Her light brown hair had been let down, brushed and given so much hairspray that it didn't move, even if she shook her head vigorously - something she did a lot during the makeover.

Her eyes strayed from her hair and went to look at her face in the mirror.

Liz recalled her make up being applied like this: The two maids had applied a lot of foundation before smushing up a brush with some powdery blush against her cheeks. They then started to poke her eyes with an eyeliner and put some weird peach colored eyeshadow. The last touch was some lipstick being spread all over her mouth. By the time they were finished, Liz expected to look like some of those girls in school who slathered too much make up on their face.

However, the result looked pretty. Her eyes kind of popped out and her lips looked fuller. The process of putting on make up was uncomfortable, but it actually made me look feminine. Liz thought as she stared at her face.

She then looked at her dress. It was light pink with short sleeves, and it ended just above the knees. It accentuated curves that she didn't even know she had.

To match her dress, she wore pink strappy heels and a necklace with a small diamond. Her nails were trimmed and filed and covered with polish the same color as her heels.

Liz stared at her reflection again. It didn't look like her, but she was pretty. She smiled a bit I guess it's okay to dress up once in a while... She had to admit that she looked good. It made that small girly part of her squeal a bit.

"Thank you." She smiled at the two young maids behind her. "I like how the makeover turned out."

The two maids grinned, still looking a bit flushed from the intense makeover they put upon the lady. "It's our *pant* pleasure, Lady Elizaveta."

Another maid then entered the room, looking very excited. "Lady Elizaveta, your guests have arrived!" She said, her voice low enough so that no one could hear her downstairs.

Liz looked to the door and nodded. No turning back now. She was already in the dress and heels.

Okay. She assured herself. It's going to be fine. I can do this.

She put her best smile on and walked out of her room.

A/N: So what did you think? I hope you liked it.

Liz is finally going to meet her "fiancee" in the next chapter, and I'm pretty sure you know who it's going to be. (Or do you?)

Forgive me if this chapter makes Liz a bit ooc by making her look a bit gloomy at some points, but she kind of feels sad at this point because she doesn't want to get married yet. (She doesn't really like etiquette lessons either!) Don't worry, she'll be more cheerful later on.

So, yep that's it for now. I'd love it if you reviewed my story! Thank you for reading!