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Okay you might have noticed that Hungary uses human names to describe Prussia and Austria. Well the reason is because she grew up with Prussia before they went to school and got the nicknames, Gilbert would pop into mind before Prussia. And Prussia calls her Lizzie. Then she's dating Austria.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.

Sorry for any grammar mistakes... or any mistakes in general.

Chapter 2

Ukraine and I waited for our fourth year friends. Sweden was going to be here at any moment! I was getting impatient while Ukraine sat in her chair eating a sandwich. No one was in the homeroom, except Miss Ancient Greece, who was reading Plato. I sighed again and I texted my matchmakers, why aren't they here yet! Ukraine patted my back reminding me that the fourth years have class right before lunch. I rolled my eyes. I knew that since Roddy was a fourth year… but this was important. It wasn't like they wanted to be there. Scratch that, of course they wanted to be in class. Ireland knew she was not going to bump into her brother, Poland got to be with Lithuania and Belgium actually liked cooking class. Damn them. Matchmaking should be way more important than family feuds, crushes and waffles.

After minutes of contemplating if I should go get them myself with the help of my trusty frying pan, I heard Belgium and Spain talking. Did she like him or something? Of course not, it was her idea to put Spain and Romano on the sacred list. So what the hell! Ukraine noticed my anger and told me to listen. So I did. They were talking about the Christmas dance. Belgium was telling him to ask France to let him borrow his white suit with the pink shirt, since she was wearing a pink dress. Boring. What peeked my interest was when he started to ask about his Lovi. So, she was only going out with him to make Romano jealous. Good girl. I heard her giggle and then tell him that she had important business to attend to. Finally, she came to her senses.

"Sorry, Ireland met up with Scotland and her brother. She has detention. And Poland… well Russia poured chocolate on his uniform. Poland started to attack him and then Russia said something about how he was taught not to hit girls. Poland got mad and told him that he was transgendered and Russia hit him with his pipe. Now, Poland's in the nurse's office with Lithuania."

"Why can't Poland and brother get along?" Ukraine asked sadly.

Belgium and I laughed. Oh Ukraine and your innocence. Well since neither Poland nor Ireland was going to be here, I decided to start this matchmaker meeting.

"So, the reason for this meeting was that during math class, Sweden came to me…"

Both of my friends were surprised. "He can talk?" Ukraine asked.

"Not very well but yes he can," I replied. "So he wanted my help to ask Finland out to the Christmas dance." Belgium giggled. "We matchmakers have a job to do. After our meeting with Sweden, we will start plan SuFin!"

"What a cute couple name," Belgium said.

"LADIES!" Gilbert said. Oh god, why was he here? I looked around, he was alone. At least the Bad Touch Trio wasn't here. So why was he here? Ukraine and Belgium must have been wondering the same thing, because they were glaring at him. "SO I was thinking because I'm awesome and all…"

"Please stop talking," I said taking my frying-pan out of my bag.

Sadly, he continued, "I need a Christmas Dance date, since France's going out with that African chick who likes fish way too much and Spain's going with… well you," he said looking at Belgium, "I need a date."

"I'm going with Roddy," I replied.

"The stupid little man-boy baby? Lizzie, you know I'm so much more awesome then him," Gilbert said looking at me.

"Little brother Russia, did say he wished that I had a date for the dance," Ukraine said thinking out loud.

Gilbert's face fell. He looked like a scared puppy with his tail between his knees, whom had just been kicked. I've never seen Gilbert or anyone for that matter, be more afraid of someone in my life. My frying-pan has never shut Gilbert up like this. It was a little saddening to see the usually annoyingly cocky man be reduce to this.

"Um… well maybe…. Bye ladies," Gilbert said shaking.

Gilbert left shaking like Latvia. What the hell did Russia do to him?

"Oh sorry Prussia," we heard Finland say. Finland and Sweden walked into Gilbert at the entrance of the homeroom. Gilbert didn't say anything but Russia, which made Finland yelp a little and hug Sweden, like Romano hugs Spain when he sees France. After looking around and saw that there was no Russia, Finland let Sweden go.

"Su-san, why can't I go to the homeroom with you?" I heard Finland say.

Sweden struggled with what to tell Finland, "B'cause I need to do h'mew'rk. B'ring r'lly."

"But Estonia is with Latvia and Russia," he made a shiver just thinking of the tall man, "and I don't want to hang out with Denmark and the rest of the guys. Denmark has been getting on my nerves lately thinking that I'm his secret-Santa when I told him I'm America's. He gave me a whole list of what he wants," Finland complained.

"M'ybe ya should g've it to China," he replied.

"Sure, I understand you don't want to hang out with me," Finland said sadly.

Aw, Sweden's heart must have been breaking as he watched the petit blond leave him. But Sweden had the same look on his face that he always has. He waited a second before coming to see the girls and me. He looked confused or at least I think he looked confused.

"Sit, sit," I told him. "I know you must have been only expecting me, but I'm going to need the help of my matchmakers." I explain with a smile. "Poland and Ireland are members of the matchmakers but they are busy for the moment." Sweden made a grunting noise… I think that means okay.

"So you want to take Finland out to the dance?" Ukraine asked. He nodded. "First, does he already have a date… we haven't heard anything but you never know."

"No," Sweden said.

"Good, now we have to figure out how to woo the boy," I said.

"As I learnt from my brothers, the best way to a man's heart is through his stomach," Belgium giggled.

"Wait, Finland is pretty girly," I said.

"Trust me, that has nothing to do with it," Belgium said. "Remember when we got Poland to shut up with Polish food." I laughed. Belgium returned to Sweden. "But with what food."

"It needs to be portable," I replied.

"And something he'll like," Ukraine added. All Sweden did was nodded. Japan must have a hard time reading this boy.

"How about cake, everyone loves cake," Ukraine said.

Belgium took out her cellphone, "Maybe we can make Jouluinen täytekakku?"

"What's that?" I asked.

"Chr'stm's c'ke," Sweden replied.

"Let's make it!" I said jumping from my seat.

Lunch had finished and all we could do was find the ingredients for the cake. Thus, we decided to bake it after class. This time Ireland joined us and we caught her up on everything. Poland was still in the nurse's office and Ukraine volunteered to catch him up. It didn't take that long, an hour or so, okay maybe longer because Belgium had to decorate in a Christmas theme. By the end, there was a picture of Santa and his reindeer flying during the full moon while it snowed. It was something Italy would have made. So, prepared with the cake, we sent Sweden on his way. Everyone knew that the Nordics studied in the gardens before dinner. Well, most of them studied, Denmark was in detention most of the time because of something him and Gilbert did the night before. They really shouldn't be roommates. Though, today, Denmark was studying with the other Nordics. By studying, I mean annoy the hell out of Norway, while Greenland and Faroe Islands did his homework. Awe, Denmark really liked Norway… stop thinking about that, we're bringing Sweden and Finland together ... then maybe, Denmark and Norway next.

Sweden joined them with the cake, while we girls watched. As, Denmark and Iceland's weird bird saw the cake, it was gone. Denmark was stuffing his mouth telling Sweden that he was the best friend a Dane could ask for, after Norway of course. Norway hit him with his book telling him to stop talking with his mouth full. Iceland rolled his eyes as his puffin and Denmark fought for the last piece of cake. Finland stayed seated doing his homework. He didn't even look at the cake. Well Denmark didn't give him a chance. Ukraine helped a crying Belgium because they couldn't see her masterpiece. Maybe wooing Finland with cake wasn't the brightest idea.

*Jouluinen täytekakku- a Finnish Christmas Cake or at least a Cooking website told me.