"Victoria?" Canada called from his bedroom. He was standing in front of his mirror, Kumajirou at his feet. The bear simply sat staring at his own reflection.

"Hm?" The Victoria Islands responded from her own room. She was looking at herself in her full length mirror, watching as her black skirt swirled around her knees with each twirl. Her delicate sandy blonde hair delicately pinned back bobbed with the twirls.

"Could you bring me the cologne?" He asked. Victoria walked in to the bathroom and began looking for it. "The one America got me?"

"Axe?" She asked. All that she got in reply was an 'uh huh!' from his room. She grabbed the black bottle and carried it into his room.

The bear at his feet was pawing at his own reflection as Canada grabbed the bottle from his little sister with a thank you.

"Oh, Big brother," Victoria began just before exiting the room. "You know, the cologne won't cover up the pancake smell right?"

Victoria sighed, staring at all of the people on the dance floor. She could see her big brother Canada dancing a slow song with Hawaii. It was really cute. The way that the song seemed to match the looks in their eyes and their emotions. The ukelele stopped playing and Victoria smiled. Her brother and Hawaii left the floor, flustered red a bit from the whistles that they had earned from France and America.

She never could have done that. It would be too embarassing.

She hated to admite it, but she was a little bit jelious of her big brother. He got the girl he wanted tonight all to himself. She was so nice, though Victoria didn't hang around her too much. She was really pretty too.

Man, why couldn't Victoria just get the guy that she wanted? Canada and Hawaii were so perfect for each other. All that she wanted was something like that.

With Romano.

The tomato loving, Germany and Spain hating, angry, manly, strong, charmingly cute Italian brother of Veneciano. Of course, why would he notice the freezing Canadian island if next to no one did?

"Victoria!" The voice came again. It had been calling her for a little while now and it was tugging at her thread of curiosity.

"Hm?" She hummed back in reply, turning to face them. The brown haired Italian stood behind her with an annoyed look on his face. "Oh, Romano!"

"Will y-you... uh..." He began, his face turning red. What? He's angry? What have I done? "W-will-a you p-please dance-a with-a me? I just-a requested a song-a, but if-a you don't want to you don't-a have to." He finished, adding anger to the last bit to cover up his nervousness.

Victoria was shocked. Was he really asking her to dance? She could see North Italy and Slovenia trotting up to the floor.

"N-no! Romano, I would love to dance!" Victoria answered, grabbing Romano's hand and leading him to the floor before the song started. Then she realized.. "Romano, what song did you request?"

As if for an answer, the accordion began humming over the speakers om a fast paced Italian sounding song. She smiled, pulling him forward and taking his other hand. She was afraid that if Romano didn't lead she would reck this whole dance for the two of them.

Romano caught this and began twirling Victoria off right from the start. When she came twirling back his arm wrapped around her and he quickly transitioned back to the original dance pose, hand in hand, her other hand on his shoulder and his on her waist. Romano began to lead her is circles across the room.

Wow, he moves with grace!

Victoria could hear the crowd 'ooh' as Veneciano dipped Slovenia back. No-a way am I gonna let-a my brother out-a do me like-a that! Romano thought, making a quick surprising movement. He lifted Victoria off her feet and spun her gracefully.

Her face flushed red with both of his hands on her waist. His face had a calm look on it, which was rare and it made her smile. Romano set her down gently and slowly, his lips near a smile.

Victoria had been in shock and awe ever since her dance with Romano. She didn't care if she got him durring the stupid game, the dance had been enough for her.

Seven minutes in heaven... Seven whole minutes to do whatever you wanted with your partner. It did sound like fun to go in there with Romano. She didn't care however. As long as she didn't kiss the other guy.

"Victoria!" Said a man next to her. He sounded like he had been yelling her name for a while. Had she been zoning out again? She glanced over at the man and smiled.

"Yes Romano?" She asked. His face was tinted pink a little.

"I-a drew you for-a seven-a minutes in heaven." He spat out, look off to his side. Victoria could only blush and get to her feet. Romano began walking to the closet, his hands in his pockets as she followed.

The two entered the closet as America called to them, shutting the door; "Seven minutes dudes!"

The very minute the door shut, Romano pinned her to the wall, staring deep into her blue eyes. They were deep blue like the Arctic ocean.

"Victoria.." He hummed, a romanticly masculine sound that sent a shiver down the girl's spine. To have been honest, she was a bit scared. This wasn't like Romano at all. His face was calm and his eyes where filled with something that she couldn't identify.. Something that was not anger.

"Ti amo, Victoria. Mi dispiace che sto alll così arrabbiato al momento, è solo che mio fratello può ottenere tutto quello che vuole con un sorriso e un "Ve ~" e devo lavorare per tutto! Oh Dio! Probabilmente non ti piaccio di nuovo a tutti! Mi dispiace!" [1] Part way through this his hands had slid down the wall, near her waist as he looked down and gulped.

"Pardon?" Asked the French Canadian in shock. What was that? It was all so fast! Romano blushed lightly, taking a deep breath.

"I was-a trying to say-a how lucky my brother is-a. He-a can get-a whatever he wants-a and he doesn't have to work like-a I do. All he had-a to do was act all-a cutesy around-a Slovenia and she was-a putty in his-a hands! I don't-a get to be loved like-a that! Maledizione [2]!" He said sadly. It was hard for Victoria to tell whether he was upset that he couldn't have Slovenia or that he was angry at his brother.

"It's alright Romano." Victoria smiled, trying to hide her dissappointment. Ah, so he loves Slovenia... She brushed back his hair soothingly, careful to avoid his curl. He looked at her in surprise. "It's OK that you didn't want to get me. Listen, I'll help you win Slovenia's heart if you want."

The look of surprise quickly turned to horror.

"You think-a I like-a Slovenia?" He asked, she nodded. The look of horror faded into sadness. "I never meant for you to get-a that message.. I'm sorry.. Ti amo Victoria."

He leaned in to kissed her just as America threw open the door.

"Times up suckas!" He cried in his 'hero' stance.

"Accidenti a te! Non avrebbero dovuto interrompere! Si hamburger maleducato rimpinzarsi bastardo! [3]" Romano yelled, grabbing her hand a leading her to the bar. At least it was somewhere away from America and they had Italian wine.

[1] I love you, Victoria. I'm sorry that I'm so angry alll the time, it's just that my brother can get anything he wants with a smile and a "Ve~" and I have to work for everything! Oh God! You probably don't like me back at all! I'm sorry!

[2] Damn

[3] Damn you! You weren't supposed to interrupt! You rude hamburger gorging bastard!