Hello everyone! This is my first story on this site, also my first non-crack story. This is basically a SuFin story narrated by Hungary. I know Christmas is over but I started this before Christmas and it's a Finland story.

Warning: there might be spelling and grammar (technically speaking French is my first language and Canadians do write some words differently like color is colour) so if there's any mistakes please tell me, much appreciated. There's also there's an OC, Ireland, Northern Ireland and sort Portugal (I tried my best to keep to stereotypes but it was hard in a high school setting). Later there will be swearing (thanks to Romano), violence (thanks to Russia, Hungary and Denmark), human names are sometimes used and a Gakuen AU.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything but the plot and maybe my OCs.

Chapter 1

Helló, I'm Elizaveta Héderváry. I am a fifth year student at World Academy W. World Academy W is a privet school for one (or rarely two) special students of each country. Each student has a nickname, which ever country is their homeland. Thus, people know me as Hungary. I love yaoi, photography, yaoi, matchmaking, yaoi, my boyfriend Roderich or Austria and matchmaking yaoi couples. Now you think I'm crazy, don't worry you're not the only one, people think I'm bipolar (I went to see a few psychologists, they each told me that I'm not bipolar) since one second I can be happy and friendly and the next I could hit you with my frying pan. But, the only person I had ever hit with the frying pan was Gilbert, aka East Germany or Prussia. Anyway, this story is not about me or my frying pan, it's about how me and my fellow matchmakers brought two people together.

My day started normally. My roommate, Irina or Ukraine, woke me up because the sound of her unnaturally large breast. After a little fight with Ukraine, she was used too stubborn people, being the older sister of Russia and Belarus, I got up. After getting dress, brushing my hair and teeth I went down for breakfast. Every Tuesday, Roderich had piano practice, so I had to sit with my girls. I didn't mind, I don't see them that much anymore anyway. Ukraine and I sat with Belgium. The short haired blonde was eating her daily waffles. So far the others haven't arrived. The caf was busy with hungry students. Some students were yelling and some were quiet. Of course America and England were fighting about America's eating habits. Italy walked around with the largest bowl of pasta I had ever seen. Where the hell did he get pasta for breakfast? Well you have advantages when your grandfather is the principal. "SPAIN!" everyone heard a scared Romano yell. This morning France and Prussia decided that it would be fun to kidnap the Italian, I assume he was sleeping because he was still in his pyjamas. Now, France and Prussia were carrying Romano and running around the caf with Spain franticly chasing them. Yep, nothing out of the ordinary.

Ireland decided to join us. Her face was the same colour as her hair, red. Her green eyes were pissed. We all knew it had to do with her brother, Northern Ireland. Ireland was usually the nicest girl you'll ever met. Yet, she hated her brother with a burning passion. She says it has something to do with how he decided to join the UK club after the British Empire Club ended. She said that she didn't want him to still be under the control of the stupid Brit, England. But Northern Ireland wanted to be with Scotland. Scotland and Northern Ireland had this brotherly relationship and Northern Ireland has always looked up to him. So, Northern Ireland decided that Scotland was more important than her.

"I'm going to kill him!" Ireland said slamming her breakfast on the table. "I hate him so much! How dare he take the last of the hash browns, he knew I wanted some!"

"Maybe if you were nice to your brother, he'll be nice to you," Ukraine said.

"Is it working for you?" she snapped.

"Um…" Ukraine thought for a moment. "Well he does love me." Poor Ukraine, she looked like she was about to fall into tears. Belgium hugged her before she started to cry. No one wanted Ukraine to cry, because then we would have Russia to deal with.

"I hate his freckled face! And how much he loves Scotland. I hate the whole UK club!" Ireland held her fork so hard her knuckles were white.

After a minute of silence, Poland arrived and put his breakfast on the table softly, "I like so totally hate him."

This time it was Poland's turn to complain. . Today ze… err… she…err… he was wearing the male uniform. You never know if Poland was going to cross-dress or not. You also never knew who Poland was talking about when he said him, it could be his roommate Portugal or Russia.

"What did little brother do?" Ukraine asked, guessing right today.

"Look at him with my Liet!" Poland said point at Russia's table.

We all looked. Russia was smiling the cutest smile known to man. Beside him were three terrified adoptive brothers, Estonia, Latvia and Lithuania. Nobody really understood why they were always terrified. Maybe they had an anxiety disorder.

"You know that you're not dating Lithuania right?" Ukraine asked. "Little brother was telling me that Lithuania and Latvia were going with him to the Christmas dance."

"Oh. Em. Gee! What!" Poland freaked. "Like I bought Liet a cute suit and everything just so it would match my totally awesomely cute dress! Now I don't have a date." Poland banged his head on the table.

"Only Hungary has a date for the dance," Ireland said. "Actually you're one of the only people who has a date."

"No, I'm going with Spain," Belgium said.

"Excuse me?" I said. "Do you remember the sacred list?"

Everyone at the table was shocked. As a member of the matchmakers, Belgium knew not to mess with the sacred list. It was the list of all the couples we wanted to match this year and Belgium was messing with one of them.

"Oh," the green eyed girl giggled. "I'm sorry but Romano rejected Spain and then he asked me."

"Belgium, do you want to be kicked out of the matchmakers," I replied coldly.

"No, I thought it would make Romano jealous and that's why I said yes," she answered.

"Maybe that will work," Ireland said.

The rest of the breakfast went as normal. We ate, we gossiped, Poland talked about ponies and Ukraine about chickens. Ukraine and I then started off to our first class, math. It should be illegal to have math so early in the morning. My brain can't function well that early in the morning. Unless I make it about yaio… no I'll just start drooling on my math homework. I sighed doing my math homework while mostly everyone talked. There was a certain loud mouth Prussian and his Danish roommate talking about how much fun detention will be. There is something seriously wrong with them. Certainly Norway agreed with me because he hit Denmark with his math book telling him that he was an idiot. Memo to self, hit Gilbert with a frying pan to hit some sense into him. That should be fun.

"H'ng'ry?" My desk neighbour Sweden asked me. Wow, I forgot he was there or knew how to talk. He usually did his homework and then started drawing hearts with Tino written it them. It was the only time I had ever seen the slightest bit of emotion in his face. The usually intimidating blond was so cute with a blush on his face.

"Yes?" I asked giving him a sweet smile.

"Would ya h'lp me with someth'ng?" he asked. I had to listen hard to what he was saying. It was hard to understand him if you didn't keep your attention on what he was saying.

"I'm no good in math, if you need help…"

"No, it's n't math," he said.

"Oh," I said surprise.

"I w'nt to ask T'no to th' d'nce." I squealed like the secret little fangirl I am. "B't I don't know how to ask h'm."

"Meet me for lunch in the homeroom," I told him.

He nodded and then went back to drawing his cute little hearts. I couldn't believe it, the matchmakers had a mission for the holiday dance. This is going to be so much fun.

Hope you enjoyed it!