Slovenia awoke with no recognition of the room she was in. Her head felt like someone was bashing it with a hammer and she thought she might be sick at any moment. With a groan Milena laid back down and pulled the blanket over her head. Where am I and what happened last night? I don't remember anything past seeing England at Spain's party… I should get up to go look around but my head hurts so much…

"Milena? Are you awake?"

Milena peeked out from underneath the blanket at the person standing in the doorway "Antonio? Where am I? What happened last night? Why does my head hurt so much?"

Spain sat down on the side of the bed and stroked Milena's face gently. "You're at my house. Someone put alcohol in the punch last night so now you're suffering from a hangover."

"Oh… well thank you for letting me stay here. I guess I should be going home now." Slovenia attempted to sit up but flinched as a jolt of pain shot through her head.

Spain gently laid Milena back down and pulled the blankets up over her. "You should stay here until you feel better. That way I don't have to worry about how you're doing and I can take care of you."

"Really? Are you sure? You don't have to… I can take care of myself…" She did her best to seem convincing but she wasn't doing a very good job.

"I'm sure. You stay here and I'll be back with some breakfast for you." He kissed her forehead and left the room.

Milena's hand gently came up to the place where he kissed her forehead and she blushed. He would be worried about me? A smile crossed her face. It feels good to know someone cares about me…

When Antonio came back to the room Milena had fallen asleep. He placed her breakfast on the end table next to the bed and gave her another kiss on the forehead before leaving the room.

Throughout the day Milena was in and out of sleep, having little conversations on how she was feeling with Spain every time he checked on her when she was awake. In the late afternoon Milena managed to find her way to the living room. Antonio gave her a smile and patted the seat next to him. "You seem to be feeling better. Come sit with me for a little while."

Milena smiled and sat next to him. "Thank you for taking care of me today I really appreciate it."

"It was no problem at all! I was happy to help you out. Plus I feel a little bad that you got drunk at my party so it's my way of making it up." Spain grinned and put his arm around her.

"Still you didn't have to… it wasn't your fault. I'll have to make it up to you sometimes."

"No it's fine you don't have to do anything."

Milena was quiet for a minute "I guess I'd better be going home now." She stood up from the couch "Bye Antonio thanks again!"

Spain waved as she walked out the door "Bye!"

"Watch out!"

"Huh?"

*crash*

Slovenia looked up at England who had landed on top of her. "Well, looks like we're even now."

England laughed and pushed himself off of her "I guess we are. Are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine. If I can survive falling from that tree I think I can survive you crashing into me."

It was a week after Spain's party and Slovenia had decided to invite England, Spain, and Canada to go ice skating with her. Of course they had accepted in a heartbeat and totally ignored the fact that there was going to be other guys there. So now they all (Except the always oblivious Milena) were feeling slightly awkward.

Spain watched from the wall around the ice rink as England helped Slovenia up. Once again he felt a twinge of jealousy. The way that England looked at Slovenia made Spain think that the British country could have a crush on her. And that of course didn't settle well with Spain.

"Hey Milena, do you want to take a break?"

"Uh sure Antonio!" The four countries made their way over to the concession stand to get hot chocolates and settle down at a small table.

Canada smiled at Slovenia across the table. He was going to sit next to her but Spain got there first. "So Milena are you having fun?"

"I'm having lots of fun! I keep falling though…" She frowned a little.

"Well if you like when we go back out I could help you" Since Canada's national sport was hockey it made sense that he was an amazing ice skater.

Slovenia grinned at him "Sure! I'm going to apologize in advance if I make you fall." She giggled.

Spain looked at Canada for a minute and guessed that he had a crush on Slovenia too. Did she just invite all the guys that had a crush on her? Maybe she doesn't realize it… Either way I'm not just going to sit here like I don't exist.

Antonio reached into his pocket and pulled something out "Hey Milena have you ever played the pocky game?"

Slovenia gazed curiously at Spain as Canada and England stared at him in disbelief. "No I haven't, how do you play?"

Spain smiled at her "Well it's simple. You take a pocky stick like this." He pulled a stick out of the box and held it up. "And you have two people put each end in their mouth. They both eat it and the first person to break away looses. Wanna play?"

Slovenia's face turned red and she stared at the pocky stick hanging out of Spain's mouth "Um sure I guess?"

England and Canada stared in utter shock as Milena reached forward and tentatively took the end of the pocky stick in her mouth.

Slowly but steadily Spain and Slovenia got closer and closer to the center, Slovenia's face getting redder and redder. After what seemed like years their lips met in the center. Milena's eyes grew wide and her face was bright red like a tomato.

Spain stayed there for a few moments before he pulled away from her. There was a pause as for once everyone was thinking the same thing.

Did that really just happen?!

Spain couldn't stop smiling as everyone else just sat there in shock. After a few moments of silence passed England cleared his throat "Well, does anyone want to go back out to the rink?"

Soon they were back on the ice rink and Slovenia was back to falling down. Canada skidded to a stop in front of her and held his hand out with a smile. "Do you still want me to help you?"

Slovenia took his hand and he pulled her up "Yes please I could really use some help."

Mathew held her hand and started gently instructing her on how to skate right. They fell down a few times but soon Milena was skating around the rink just fine. She never let go of Mathew's hand though. Not that Mathew minded in the slightest (Spain and England are a different story though).

After a while they noticed it was getting late. They got to all give Slovenia a hug before everyone drove home, all lost in their thoughts.