Author's Note: Lots of views in just a day, how could I not update immediately. This chapter is for Caroline! Thank you so much for your review! Keep them coming! I DO NOT OWN HETALIA!

Elizaveta's thoughts ran away from her as Theresa began unpacking her clothes. Her green eyes glanced occasionally at Maria Theresa who was still unpacking her things. Most of them had some small thing with the man in her picture. After some small time, she became disgusted. In her small, fragile hand, she noticed that she was still holding her schedule. Holding it in front of her, she read her classed to herself. Beginning German is her first class. At least she could learn to converse. Gym was second. Followed by Theater II, American Literature was fourth, and after was History. Science came after History and then was Club Activities. This confused Elizaveta. What if she wasn't involved in a club? Was there still time to join one?

She arose from her bed and left the room. The young, fifteen year old began to venture the halls, getting taken away by the paintings and portraits hanging in the halls. As she was passing classrooms of the main building, she heard women yelling and cheering. Once Elizaveta walked into the classroom, her green eyes widened. She thought Maria Theresa was obsessed with that one man, this wasn't even close! Pictures of that one man were over the windows and on the folders that lay on each individual desk. Not surprisingly, only women were in the classroom. But there was no teacher. Was this a private meeting among peers?

"Note to self, do not join this club!" Elizaveta told herself as she continued to walk down the halls.

Other clubs that she have passed, consisted of the Debate Team, Student Council, and a Music Club. As she rounded the corner towards the cafeteria, she noticed a couple of other students were headed to a mysterious building with a fence behind it. Since Lili hasn't texted her yet, she decided to follow them. On her way up the small hill, she heard the sound of horses whinying. The sudden sound brought a smile to Lizzy's face as she began to run. A student with blonde hair and blue eyes was stroking the mane of a Swedish Warmblood horse with a silver/gray coat. It's mane was a light blonde. Once he noticed the group of teenagers, he opened the barn doors to release a hoard of horses.

One immediately came running to Lizzy as if they were meant to be together. The horse was a Palomino with a light blonde mane and tail. She began stroking it's nose while the horse seemed to enjoy it more than ever.

"Excuse me! Do you mind if I ride this one?" Elizaveta called to the gentleman.

"Do you have an interest in looking out for it for the year?" he asked. He sounded entirely serious.

"Of course I do! I was born and raised in Hungary! The country life is a life for me!"

"Alright. Come on!"

A big smile made it's way to Elizaveta's face as she hopped over the fence to join her new friend who already appeared to have a saddle on. She placed her left foot in the stirrup before pulling herself up onto her place in the saddle. Most women would originally ride side saddle, especially in a skirt. Lizzy would not care either way. She was happy being around the country in anyway no matter where she would be. She took the reins in each hand and snapped it gently as the horse began to trot slowly.

Lizzy noticed some barrels were placed in the form of a course. "Do you want to?" she asked the horse, wondering if it would respond to her in some small way.

The horse nodded furiously. Elizaveta gripped the reins tighter before standing in the stirrups before giving her horse a couple kicks in it's side. Her horse responded well and began running towards the first barrel. She turned around to the left as Lizzy leaned in the opposite direction. After they were done at that one, she sprinted to the one they were previously standing next to and circle that one. Lizzy leaned back on the rains as she sat back down to steady her new friend as she came to a slow halt. As if she forgot where she was, there was a sea of people who were immediately applauding. The teenager kicked the horse once in the side as she walked back toward the stable boy.

"I'm sorry! I just couldn't help it!" she spoke as she hopped down.

"You ride amazing!" his friend spoke. She looked over and he had light blonde hair with violet eyes. "Will you join our club?"

"Can I ride horses as much as I'd like?" she asked.

"Ya'," the Swedish man spoke. "And compete."

It sounded as if Elizaveta's dreams were finally coming true. "Yes! I would like to very much!"

She hugged the small Finnish boy who seemed more amused of her performance than the Swedish man. Suddenly, she remembered she needed to meet Lili for lunch. She immediately ran through the people who were leaving as well. The cafeteria appeared enormous. On the ceiling of the room was a dazzling painting of the Europe map. Anyone would immediately assume that it would be plain and boring to see your hometown on the ceiling. But the detail was fantastic! Elizaveta's green eyes immediately made their way to Lili who was seen sitting next to a boy with blonde hair and green eyes. They looked lost in conversation that Lizzy wasn't about to interrupt the two.

"Lizzy!" Lili called after her friend. "Come sit with us! Vash, this is my best friend Lizzy! Lizzy, this is my new friend Vash. He's from Switzerland!"

"Hi. It's nice to meet you," she said offering her hand.

"Will your fiance allow you to speak to another man?" he asked.

"My what?" Elizaveta looked at her left hand and witnessed no traces of an engagement ring. Her mind immediately went straight for the conversation that morning she had with her parents. "That is my business. I don't even know who I'm even engaged to!"

"Arranged marriage by your parents?" he asked. Lizzy simply nodded. "Well, that is to be expected."

Nearby, she spotted Maria Theresa gossiping with other women. Elizaveta was infuriated with her. She stomped toward the women with her hand balling into fists. By the time she arrived to the table, Maria Theresa acknowledged her by offering her a seat at the table.

"I'd rather stand! Theresa, who do you think you are telling everyone I'm engaged?" the teenager shouted.

"Well you are! Or did you lie to me?" she defended.

"I told you because you would have found out sooner or later. And plus, you are my roommate! I thought I could trust you!"

"Quick! He's coming!" another lady shouted.

All the girls gasped in one breath at the sight of the teenage boy, with an exemption of Lizzy. All pairs of eyes stared at the tall boy Elizaveta had rudely pushed. His brown hair and violet eyes did not go unnoticed. He didn't seem phased by the women staring at him. What had Lizzy mostly curious about was if he knew about his fan club or not. Elizaveta quickly left the teenagers in an instant towards him. She had to pass a sea of women in order to get close to him. When she confronted him, he stared with a stern look across his face.

"May I help you? Or were you not finished earlier?" he spoke. His voice sounded as smooth as silk. But at the same time, it pierced her heart like a five inch blade.

"I... I wanted to say..." she couldn't find the voice to speak clear enough.

"I apologize. I am not interested," he spoke. For what she could say, he assumed she was trying to confess to him.

"You give yourself to much credit!" This time, she was irritated. She channeled all of her anger in Maria Theresa and her parents, she couldn't think clear.

He shook his head in disapproval as he walked away. Maria Theresa came up to the stricken teen. "You need to work on your people skills. Why do you even try if you're engaged? Even if you weren't, I doubt he'd give you the time of day!" She immediately walked away as Lizzy stood there, stiff as a mannequin. The only thing that reminded her that she was alive was her heartbeat. Her eyes shifted toward Maria Theresa who was making her way to the man she had insulted once again. She shook her head and made her way back to her friends as she took her seat.