Slovenia looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was curled and she wore a long flowy black dress. Black eyeliner framed her eyes and rose blush gave life to her cheeks.

Poland stood above her, smiling like a fool.

"Poland, are you-a sure this-a will catch-a his attention?" Slovenia asked, fingering one of her curls.

"You're, like, really pretty. If this doesn't totally grab his attention, there's, like, something totally wrong with him." Poland said as he rubbed her shoulders reasurringly.

She liked hanging around Poland. He always has the good answers and he knew just how to make her feel better. Not to mention, he gave great fashion advice.

"You're-a sure, Poland?" She asked again.

"Like, totally!" He said before grabbing her coat for her and handing it to her. "You better get going or you'll, like, miss him." Slovenia smiled. She slipped on her coat then ran out the door, her black heels clacking on the cement sidewalk.

Slovenia smiled while watching other girls dance with their choice of guy. If only Italy wasn't still giving hug therapy to his brother.

"Slovenia~!" A cute voice came from behind her. She instantly perked up.

"Yes-a Italy?" She asked, a blush present on her face.

"I just had Romano request a song! Ve~! Slovenia, come dance it with me!" Without even a chance to say no, Italy had grabbed her hand and tugged her to the dance floor. The last song ended and an Italian sounding song began playing.

A Search for the Girl.

Slovenia smirked, suddenly thankful for her long skirt. She spun, her skirt billowing out in a swirl. As soon as the accordion started in, Italy quickly took her hand and her waist and started dancing.

Slovenia glanced away from Feliciano for a moment to see that only her, Feli, Romano and Victoria were on the floor. Everyone else had backed off to watch the Italians. We're going to show them how to dance!

At the mezzo piano part, Italy dipped Slovenia down just as the music dipped. A chorus of 'ooh's' arose from the crowd. The girl in the long black dress just smirked and blushed.

"Ve~ Do you like-a dancing Slovenia?" Italy asked sweetly. She nodded feeling slightly embarassed that everyone had just seen her dance like that.

"Slovenia," Cuba called at the silent girl with olive colored glassy eyes. "Slovenia!"

"Hm?" She hummed, head in hands. Her day dream broke. "Si?"

"Are you playing this game?" He asked waving her paper around.

"Si." She answered. She was an extremely dreamy person. She was a beauty worth traveling around the world for- if not for her attitude. She never took anyone seriously.

"Then it's your turn to go into the closet." He mumbled, turning and just leaving her there.

"Ve~ Slovenia!" Italy bounced in front of her, shaking her hands which he now gripped. "Come on-a Slovenia! It's-a our turn in-a the closet!" He tugged her away from her chair and pulled her to the dark closet of match making and doom.

"Seven-a minutes you-a two!" Romano spat, slamming the door. The instant that the door shut, Feliciano released her hand and fled to the opposite side of the room, figetting and blushing like mad.

"Are you alright Feli?" She asked, for once completely serious. She genuinely loved the guy. Infact, most of the time she was day dreaming about the Italian.

"Y-yeah.." He whispered, pressing his finger tips together nervously. "There are a lot-a pretty girls here today... I just-a never thought-a that I'd get-a you."

"Ah..." She whispered, sliding down the wall so that she could sit. "S-so-a, you didn't want-a to get-a me... Who did-a you want-a to get? Victoria Islands didn't-a you?" Tears started welling up in her eyes.

"What-a! N-no!" He said, leaning toward her. He crawled over to her, placing his hands on each side of her waist. "I wanted to-a get you. I just-a never thought that-a I would get-a you with-a all of the other-a girls. I'm-a glad I got-a you, Slovenia."

His eyes looked quite sad, even though he was trying to cover it up with a smile. What was really surprising was that his eyes were open. They were so beautiful.

"Feliciano.." She said, staring into his eyes. "I-I really like you." Italy simply leaned in a planted his lips on hers in a sweet and gentle kiss. Slovenia placed her hands behind his head and Feliciano's shacky hands went to her waist. He started rubbing small cirlces on her stomach with his thumbs. She tried to press harder into the kiss, which didn't result in anything. Feliciano removed his lips from her's and moved to her ear.

"Slovenia.. I love-a you..." Slovenia's eyes widened. Then, she closed her eyes and hugged him close.

"I love-a you too Veneciano." She whispered, skimming her breath over his neck. She pulled back and moved her face closer to his. Now with confidence, she pressed her lips to his. He was surprised for a moment, then he kissed back. Her hands found their way into his hair. A sudden idea came to her.

She reached up and tugged on his curl. Veneciano made a strange moan into the kiss and pressed harder. Slovenia gladly kissed back. He then ran his tongue along her lips. Slovenia didn't have a clue what to do. He then jabbed his tongue through her lips and started exploring her mouth. He lowered her down to the ground so that he was now on top of her.

"Times up-a!" Romano yelled, slamming open the door, revealing the two. Veneciano blushed a dark red and tried to hide himself behind Slovenia. "Veneciano! Come out-a of the damn-a closet!"

Slovenia stood up and offered Italy her hand. He took it and she pulled him to his feet. Then, Italy pulled her out of the closet and set her down on the couch.

"Slovenia," He started, looking at her. She nodded and waited. "I'm-a gonna go make us some-a pasta. Be right-a back!" He said, taking off into the kitchen.

Slovenia smiled and leaned back into the cussion of the couch and simply waited happily for her pasta maker to come back.