Hey there guys! I'm sorry this is so late, and I know it's a bit of a filler, but I really want to get to the dance already. That's right, I'm going to have a huge Hetalia ball, in which- Wait, I can't tell you! Hehehe! Please REVIEW guys, I'm gonna quit writing this if you don't! And yes, I will put in a France pairing later on. You'll just have to wait and see!

x Rachel

I walked away from my spot, whistling happily. West and Feli were together, which meant my matchmaking skills really were working. You know, I should start charging people money for this. I could make tons!

I was so busy thinking about couples I could get together (Artie and Alfred, Yao and Ivan, maybe even Kiku and Heracles if I was good enough) that I didn't notice Roderich walking in my direction. I bumped into him as I walked past, and he looked up, startled. He took step back when he saw me.

"Gil? Wow, you look great," he said, stunned, and I smiled. Unlike West, I have the whole blushing thing almost completely under control. "I mean, you looked great before, but- Oh my god, someone just shut me up already. What've you got now?"

I grinned, and slipped my arm through his. I don't know what it was, but West's stroke of confidence had inspired me. I wasn't going to get Roderich if I turned pink every time I saw him. That was something Elizabeta would do, and I definitely didn't want to do anything to remind him of Elizabeta.

"German," I said.

"Can I valk you zere?" he asked, and I nodded.

"So, vat vere you doing out there?" he said, tilting his head to the side slightly, the light reflecting on his perfect walnut hair, making it seem lighter than it was.

"Oh, nothing," I said, turning pink. (OK, I almost have the blushing thing under control) "It's just… nothing."

"No, come on Gil," he said, grinning, and I saw a row of perfect white teeth. "Tell me!"

"Well, okay, but I know it's going to sound weird," I said awkwardly rubbing my arm. "You know Francis Bonnefoy? The French boy with all the blonde hair?" Roderich nodded. "Well, me and him… kind-of…"

"You're going out?" burst out Roderich.

"What?" I cried, astounded. "No! Ew, no! Me and… Francis? No way! That would be hell!"

"Sorry," apologised Roderich, turning a guilty pink. "I just though… You two do spend a lot of time together, and you are always laughing with each other."

"Yeah, but he's only my friend. I like… someone else," I said. "No, the thing is, me and Francis… well, we're total matchmakers. We find two people who so obviously like each other, and, well, find some way of pairing them up. It's like a game or something. I know, it's really retarded and unawesome, but I like it."

"Wow," said Roderich, looking impressed. "That's really cool! So like, you try pair up everyone?"

"Yup. We got Antonio and Lovino together, and I was just spying on my brother and Feli, who I got together. Francis is working on, well, others at the moment, and I have my own 'side project' too. It's not good, I know, meddling in people's lives like that. But I just think, there are so many people out there who will never fall in love because they're too scared, or they've been hurt before. The world needs more people like me and Francis. Happy Ever After makers!" We both laugh, and his laugh is so perfect-sounding. Maybe I should just chance it. I open my mouth…

"Hey! Roderich!" calls a boy from behind us. "Miss O'Connor wants to see you."

"Oh, okay," calls back Roderich. "Bye Gil!" He runs off.

Shit.

German was a nightmare, as usual. The teacher is German, and she teaches it so badly it's embarrassing. I get bored out of my mind just sitting there, so I generally like to chat to Feli. He sits next to me in German, and he's awful at German. Italian is such a girl's language, with all the pretty-sounding words and delicate little sounds, and Feli finds it hard to pronounce the strong, rough German words we learn. He sits and sketches away underneath the table, and I watch.

Feli's smiling more than usual today. I know why. He keeps glancing across the room at West, and hugging himself when he thinks I'm not looking. I like Feli, he's good fun. Not as awesome as my friends, but all right.

"So, Feli," I said, turning to the boy.

"Ve?" he asked innocently.

"You and Ludwig together now?" I asked casually, and Feli's eyes widened.

"How do you know?" he says, glancing over at West.

"Saw you two together before class. Well done Feli! West is hopeless at romance. He was sobbing the night before, thinking that you'd hate him if he told you that he loves you. Seriously. He's crazy about you." Feli beamed.

"I- I love him," he said shyly.

"Good. Hey, you know the dance that's coming up? The September dance?"

Everyone loved the September dance. We held it at the end of September every year, to celebrate a year at being in school, and everyone went. Me and Antonio and Francis generally had good fun running around and blowing party blowers as loud as we could, especially when we were close to the Poison Trio (Elizabeta's gang) and their dates.

"Si!"

"You should ask West," I said. Feli brightened.

"Really? You think he'd come?"

"With you, definitely. Wait till they put up the timing this afternoon on the notice board, and then ask him."

"Ve! I will! Thank you Gil!" he smiled as the bell went, hugging me tightly before running off to West. They were like a married couple already, Feli clinging onto West's arm and babbling loudly, while West watched the smaller boy fondly.

"Gil, were 'ave you been? What's up with the lovebirds?" called a familiar voice from behind me.

"Just working my magic, Francis," I said, turning round to see my French friend. "Don't worry, they're together now."

"They're so adorable!" cooed Francis watching as Feli and my brother disappeared down the corridor.

"Aren't they just?" sighed Elizabeta in a fake voice. "Don't you wish you had a partner too, Frenchy? All talk, but nothing to show for it!"

I had forgotten that Elizabeta and Lili took German too.

"Yeah, Francis, are you and Gil going to turn up at the dance again with no dates? Why break your loner tradition?" said Lili, smirking. "God, even Tonio got himself a date."

I scowled, but Francis grinned. "Oh, zat won't be a problem. We already 'ave dates, mon cher!"

Lili looked impressed, but quickly covered it with a haughty laugh. "Who?"

"Ah, you'll just have to wait 'til the dance to see!" smiled Francis, putting his arm round my shoulders, and walking off, me in tow. When we were out of earshot, I turned to him.

"What the- Francis, what were you thinking! I don't have a date, and neither do you!" I yelled.

"No, but we'll get one," he said, determined. "I can't let zem get away with mocking us. You'll be fine. Roderich's completely under your spell, and I just need to chat up a pretty girl in my biology class, and voila! We're completely sorted."

I looked at Francis like he was mad.

"Well… okay…" I said uncertainly. "But I swear, Francis, if this fails…"

"If what fails?" asked Tonio, appearing beside me.

"Nothing," I mumbled, and Antonio nodded, not wanting to annoy me.

Well done Francis. Well. Bloody. Done.

There you go everyone! If you have any requests for the dance/pairings you want to see, I'll be happy to take them. Review!