___ never expected to have to smack someone the moment she woke up. Yeah, they weren't awake either, but she still didn't want to be groped. Who was groping ___ in the first place? Roderick Edelstein - the Second Player representation of Austria. She had only known him a short, few hours and had all ready figured out he was the exact opposite of Roderich (despite how their names were so similar). He despised classical music (as far as she knew), could not cook nearly as good as Roderich, loved makeup, and doing anything perverted (poor Elizabeta was the first he attacked). He was even worse than Francis on his worst day.

     He hand collided with the side of Roderick's face, echoing off the blue walls and down the hall. ___ had slapped him with all her strength, not once, but twice now - one on each cheek. She pulled the covers over her chest, trying to make the blush in er face go down. Roderick let out a moan of pain, slowly opening a burgundy eye to glare at whomever had slapped him so hard.

     "Oh, its you."
     Her temper flared, "Yeah, its me! The woman you just groped!"

     He shrugged casually, earning another slap. He hastily jumped out of bed to avoid being hit again. When ___ was mad, she could knock out a truck with her slaps.

     "Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it!"
     "WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME RODER-DICK?!"
     "I SAID THAT YOU PROBABLY LIKED IT AND YOU'RE JUST LYING TO YOURSELF!"

     She was about to get up and slap him for a fourth time, and probably would have if the Austrian didn't react first. He had allowed himself to pin the girl against the wall he had once been leaning against. Not only that, but he forced his lips onto hers, to which she almost immediately accepted. Oh yes, she had mentioned losing her boyfriend a few days previous. She was lonely. He pulled back a few moments later, grinning.

     "I knew you liked it."