A filler chapter, expect maybe the end. I felt the need to add Lithuania (he is my favorite character) and Estonia to the story. But now that I actually have the rest of the story planned out writing it will be easier.

Sorry for any mistakes.

Disclaimer: I only own the plot-line and maybe Ireland.

Chapter 3

"Well, I could have totally told you that," Poland said. "Denmark is a total cake monster."

We decided to visit Poland, whom the nurse told him to stay in bed for a couple of days. He had bandages on his head and his arm was broken. Russia got him good. Sure it sucked for Poland but I was impressed.

Ukraine was sitting on Poland's bed, putting a wet cloth on his head. The rest of us were sitting on Portugal's bed, while Lithuania was cleaning Poland's very messy side of the room.

"Liet, that's my underwear!" Poland yelled shocked.

"Really?" Lithuania said holding up a pair of girl's underwear. "Are you sure Portugal didn't sleep with… okay?" Lithuania said probably wondering why he was friends with Poland. I sure was.

"So what would you have done?" Belgium asked Poland.

"Well… um… like I would have… my head hurts. Liet, I like totally need more drugs," Poland complained.

"The bottle says two every six hours," Lithuania said organizing Poland's "Pony National" magazines.

"But my head hurts, to the max," he complained.

"Every six hours Feliks," Lithuania told him a little annoyed.

"You suck," Poland said sticking his tongue out and pouting.

"What should we do about Finland?" I asked.

"Maybe you should talk with Finland, ask him what he thinks of Sweden," Lithuania said.

"Liet, that's like no fun," Poland said still frowning at the brunet.

"Fine, he talks with Eduard a lot. Maybe he'll know something?" Lithuania said annoyed.

"Oh da, Estonia," Ukraine smiled.

"I like so totally told you he was smart."

So that was why we were standing in front of Finland's and Estonia's room. Lithuania was right. The best way to find out about someone is through their best friend/roommate. Between Ukraine and Roddy, you can get my whole life story. It helped that Estonia was a childhood friend of Finland's too.

Estonia opened the door very shocked. Firstly, no one other than Latvia and maybe Lithuania visits him. Everyone knew that Estonia was pretty much a loner and loved to be in his room doing homework or playing with his electronics. Estonia was a technology wiz, almost has good as Japan. Almost. Secondly, he was being visited by a bunch of girls. Sure, Poland comes over when he's looking for Lithuania (but Poland was still in bed) and Ukraine and him are actually close-ish. But no girls came to visit him. They always visited Finland. Everyone knew Finland was still at the gardens with the other Nordics. Thirdly, Estonia was a usually forgotten person, like America's brother, Konodo or Canadia. So, it was understandable that four eyes was shocked.

"Hallo," Belgium said in her cute voice and cat smile.

"Hi," Estonia said still shocked.

"We have some questions to ask you," I said letting myself into the room.

Wow, both sides of the room were completely different. Finland's side, well this is a very educated guess it was Finland's side of the room, was so jolly and Christmasy. It was like Christmas had thrown up onto his side of the room. There was a tree decorated so much that you couldn't see the green anymore. The red, white and green flashing lights were tangled around the bed. Posters of Santa Claus and his reindeer filled the little areas that weren't covered with holly, tinsel or a sign that said Merry Christmas in various languages. No one can beat Finland's Christmas spirit, no one. Estonia's side looked like a technician or computer expert or geek's heaven. It was full of computers, video games, , cell phones and anything else that involves technology. Wires were everywhere, even on the bed. Now, where the hell do we sit?

We all ended up finding a place on Finland's bed… it seems saver then Estonia's bed. We might get shock by the wires… then again Finland's bed was blinking red, white and green. Estonia sat at his computer desk. Well I think it was a computer desk since the electronics covered every inch of it.

"What brings me the pleasure to see you," Estonia said. He was polite.

We explained everything to him. Well mainly me because even a smart person like Estonia got confused when we all tried to talk at the same time. So as the leader, I told him about the SuFin mission.

"Maybe you should talk with Finland, ask him what he thinks of Sweden," Estonia said.

"Guys don't understand the delicacy of matchmaking," Belgium said.

"As he's best friend, you should already know what he thinks of Sweden," I said.

"Finland does talk a lot," Ukraine added.

"He does but at one point I zone out and start playing on my electronics. That's why Tino talks with Sweden instead of me," Estonia explained.

"Finland wouldn't say he liked Sweden to Sweden," Ireland said.

"That's something you would know," Belgium added.

"If he said it, I wasn't listening," Estonia said.

"Is that really how you treat your friends?" I said, a little mad with him.

"No, just Tino. Raivis and Toris aren't talkers." We girls rolled our eyes.

"But you still know more about Finland then we do. How do you woo the boy because cake doesn't work," Belgium asked.

"Look at his side of the room," Estonia laughed. "Anything Christmas! Mistletoe, holly, Santa Clause, snow, elves! If that doesn't work, Moomins are a good bet."

"What are Moomins?" Ukraine asked.

"Some Finnish cartoon trolls, there's books, a theme park and a show. They're also the reason Tino likes to say moi moi. When I first saw them, I thought they were hippos," Estonia explained.

"So we woo Finland with Hippo-Trolls and Santa?" Ireland asked.

"We should to the mistletoe thing!" Ukraine said excited.

"No, France will steal it and try to get everyone to kiss him. By the end, if someone doesn't kill him, most likely Switzerland, I'll give him a concussion with my frying-pan," I said.

"Estonia, even if, we are questioning you friend abilities, you have to help us," Belgium told him. Estonia nodded. "Talk with Finland tonight, get the idea of him and Sweden together in his head."

"Okay."

Ukraine jumped from Finland's bed since my phone started ringing. It must have surprised her or something. But what I did know what that she found herself on the floor tangled in Christmas lights. Poor girl. Ireland and Belgium jump at the chance to help my roommate while I answered my phone.

"Hallo*," I heard Roderich say.

"Hey Roddy," I smiled. Wow, I haven't heard from him since last night.

"Who uses the phone to talk anymore?" Estonia said helping Ukraine with Finland's Christmas lights while Belgium tried to stop her from crying.

"I missed you today. Prussia said something about you being in the Homeroom but when I got there, you weren't there," Roderich said. He's so sweet!

"Yeah, we needed to bake a cake for Sweden to give to Finland and then Denmark and Iceland's weird bird ate it. Belgium was pretty sad," I explained.

"Why are you and Belgium making a cake for Sweden or was it Finland?" he asked.

"It's a secret," I giggled.

"Are you trying to match make again!" he yelled horrified.

"Last time wasn't that bad," I said.

"I had to console Ludwig for hours because Italy rejected him!"

"It's his own fault for listening to a stupid book instead of an expert like me or anyone for that matter. Anyone could have told him that proposing to someone, in a restaurant in front of people and when the other person doesn't know you're dating them was a dumb idea. Plus, they're third years! Germany probably has three more years of schooling and Italy around five. Germany really didn't think that proposal through," I defended myself. Honestly for an intelligent young man, Germany did some stupid things when it came to Italy… and once Russia, be we don't like talking about that.

"You're lucky Italy has a sort attention span," Roderich said.

"Yeah, but Finland and Sweden are different because Sweden came to me! And he listens," I explained. "Um, Ukraine your hair is blinking green…"

"Oh… sorry," she said taking the lights out of her hair. She was still crying but at least they got her out.

"Just be careful Elizaveta," I love the way he says my name, so civilized. "Well, dinner's going to be soon. Are you coming down?"

"I'll be there, Viszlát*," I said happily.

"Auf Wiederhören*," he replied and hung up the phone.

"What now?" Estonia said looking at his phone. "Sorry, I have to leave and help Raivis with his homework."

"We were just leaving anyways," I smiled to him. "It's dinner time."

We left the room, hopefully Finland won't be too mad about the lights. But I really didn't care, right now, since I was going to see Roderich in a few minutes. Maybe he'll have my dinner already and I won't have to stay in line, with my luck, Gilbert would be in front of me or behind me. And my Roddy's nice, too. He writes songs for me all the time, he calls me his muse. Oh Roderich.

"Sorry, Hungary!"

I don't know what happened but I was on the floor. Belgium, Ukraine and Ireland stood around me … and Finland? Oh, so Finland walked into me. Oops. Ireland helped me up while Belgium helped Finland.

"Are you okay, I didn't mean to walk into you," Finland apologized.

"It's fine," I told him. Hey, I was in dreamland.

"I'm just worried. I just sent my letter to Santa, but it might be too late. What if he doesn't get it?" Finland said worried. Letter to Santa Claus? Did he really still think Santa Claus exist? "And then there's the whole Christmas Dance. The Student council wants me to help with the decorations. But I know America is just going to redo everything how he wants it and England will yell at him. And Russia is a member. Then…"

"Breath Finland!" Ireland said. He was seriously reminding me of Poland, talking a mile an hour.

"So, speaking of the Christmas Dance," I said. I know Belgium gave the planting the seed job to Estonia, but I do not trust him with such an important task like that. "Do you have a date?"

Finland looked too the floor blushing, "Um… no."

"What's with the blush?" Belgium asked. "Spain would say you look like a tomato."

"Nothing!" he quickly said. We stared at him. "It's just I want a date, but… um. I don't know who I should ask." He was looking at the ground again and kicking his left foot. He's so cute. I just want to hug him like he's my teddy bear! But we have an important mission to do!

"Who were you thinking about," I said trying to hide my smile.

"I don't know, but I don't want to be just another boy in this school without a date," he explained.

"You really are so cute, just like Sweden said," Ireland said. I glared at her angrily but she winked telling me everything was okay. I wasn't convinced.

"Sve told you I was cute?" Finland asked, probably extremely confused.

"Yeah, during Math Class," I explained, still not happy with Ireland.

"Really?" he asked, he was just confused.

"Well, we have to go, I have a date with Roderich," I explained.

"Okay!" he said then turned and left.

I then turned to Ireland. "Ukraine, Belgium, if someone finds Ireland beaten with a frying-pan, you'll give me an alibi?" I asked them.

"Hungary, let's talk about… ah!" Ireland yelled running.

Hallo- Informal hello in German and actually Dutch

Viszlát- Informal Good Bye in Hungarian

Auf Wiederhören- Good Bye in German

(I don't speak these languages so please tell me if it's worng).