I love Romania, it's just Hungary talking. Also the fact that he's a vampire just makes me laugh so much. And Canada! There's four characters I feel the need to had in any Hetalia story; Lithuania (because he's my favorite), Poland, Canada (because I'm Canadian and proud of it) and Russia.

Fun facts about Universities through history, I do not lie. I was reading up on universities for some bizarre reason just before writing this chapter so that's how the University of Krakow (now Jagiellonian University) and the University of Vilnius end up in this story… kind of useless for the story but it's Poland talking.

I have a drawing of Ireland up… I know I don't put enough details in this story. I don't really see Hungary really caring about physical details all that much. SO here's the picture http: /apollonia-artemisia. /#/d4m1pbf

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Chapter 4

This was amazing. Nothing beats eating with your boyfriend when he talks about the song he wrote for you. Roderich might not be able to talk about his feelings but he could show it with music. When he plays, I know the song was for me. He was so romantic.

Because I was a little late to dinner, thanks to Finland, Roderich got my dinner too! And what makes it more amazing is that he waited in line standing behind Switzerland and Liechtenstein (Roderich's cousin and Switzerland's self-made little sister). Liechtenstein is a sweet, sweet girl but Switzerland was another story. I like to see this as Roderich loves me very, very much. Ever since Roderich and I started dating, (next month we would have been dating for two years!) I wanted to match make everyone, because everyone should be as happy as I am, except Gilbert who says he's happy alone. So, I started the matchmakers. At first it was just Ukraine and I, then I met Belgium and she joined. Then, Ukraine introduced me to Poland (that will be a day I will never ever forget but that's a story for another day). She er he joined. Then at the beginning of this year, Ireland joined. That was around the time when the British Empire Club ended and she was looking for friends elsewhere, we were more than happy to take her in. Though that was around the time the Communist Club started and since Poland, Ukraine and I are members, she was hesitant to join the matchmakers. But she joined and we brought Romania and Bulgaria together. Not that I wanted Romania to be happy but I liked Bulgaria and seeing him happy was the point of that match. Bulgaria is way too good for Romania. Hopefully when Romania goes the hell (he is a vampire after all) the spell on Bulgaria will be broken and he will find someone better then Romania, which wouldn't be hard. Then we did try to bring Italy and Germany together. You would think that would be easy, but it's not. We've also been trying to bring Spain and Romano together. Again something that seems easy, it was not. Sure, we don't exactly have the best track record, according to the sacred list, we have nine couples and only one was together. Honestly, this school has some many couples hiding their feelings for each other; Finland and Sweden, Italy and Germany, Denmark and Norway. I just want to give them a push and make them happy.

"You will be careful?" Roderich asked me while he walked me to my room.

We spent the rest of the night together. We did our homework and talked. It was nice, but curfew was soon and Roderich was a stick for the rules.

"Of course, nothing like last time will happen," I reinsured him for the tenth time this hour.

"Mein Gott," he said looking at the announcement board. "America is planning yet another trip?"

I looked at the sign. Every March our school has this special secret trip, it's free, since I suspect Principal Rome gets the mafia to pay for it. The student counsel always plans it. Last year, it was a bore. America was in charge of the planning and we ended up going to Washington D.C. This year, America and the Italies are planning it. I had this feeling we were going to New York. What was weird was that the first fifty students who sign up after-tomorrow gets to go. It was usually free for everyone. Where were we going? No matter what, I was going to sign Roderich and me up, since it was a free trip.

"Let's go," I said.

Roderich dropped me off at my door and kissed me good night. He is so much more gentlemanly then England.

The rest of the day ended. I dreamt a terrible dream. It started with me and my matchmakers. Ukraine was reading a book in Ukrainian. Poland was talking and talking and talking, I forgot what it was even about. He talks so fast! Belgium sat there listening or pretending to listening to Poland while eating chocolate. Ireland ate potatoes while looking at Poland and yawning every so often. I looked around and saw Finland and Estonia. They were doing whatever they do. I ended up telling Poland to shut up. This is how I know it's a dream, he actually did shut up! We all looked at Finland and Estonia. They were sitting in earshot. What I then heard was horrible. This was not the Finland I knew! He had a dark and cold voice while he talked about Sweden like he was trash! Worst then trash! Estonia evilly laughed along. Every matchmaker's mouths were opened, speechless. Ukraine started to get teary eye. I continued listening while Ireland left with Ukraine. In his new cold voice Finland then asked Estonia to the dance. Ew. Finland and Estonia? That was just weird. That was when I woke to the sound of Ukraine's breast, better than an alarm clock. I also break every alarm clock with my frying-pan.

After our morning ritual, we went down for breakfast. I decided to sit with my other matchmakers, not because Roderich had texted me that he was going to be in the piano room again today, we needed to plan what to tell Sweden.

"He's so cute," Ukraine told me.

I looked around. We were in front of the boy's hallway and Belgium's older brother, the Netherlands, was looking at the announcement for the trip in March. Ukraine was into the Netherlands? He's way too serious and cheap for her. Sure he is handsome and is able to charm a woman, mainly in bed or to go Dutch on dinner. But he was not the man for Ukraine. She doesn't have enough money for a relationship with him.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yes," she said dreamily. "I don't know why everybody forgets about him or mistakes him for his brother. He's so cute." What the hell was Ukraine talking about? No one forgets about the Netherlands, he's way too big and smokes all the time. Also, no one mistakes him for Luxembourg, Lux is small and elegant. Maybe Ukraine accidently took some of Poland's pain-killers.

"You're not making any sense!" I said.

"You forgot about him too! Look right there," Ukraine said pointing beside the Netherlands.

In the words of Poland, OH. EM. GEE! Where the hell did America come from? Wait that's not America, the hair's too long and France like. It's his brother, what's his face, Konana, Kinada? No that's not right oh Canada! Wow, that explains a lot. I looked at the magical boy. Sure he was quite a bit younger then Ukraine, by three or four years, but he was cute. And much better for Ukraine then the Netherlands. That would have been weird to explain to Belgium.

"So you have a crush on one of the twins?" I asked.

She sighed dreamily. "Come on I want to get to the caf before Ivan gets worried."

We walk into the cafeteria and Ukraine waved at her brother before sitting down. Russia had so many people around his finger. Belgium was eating waffles again and Ireland was eating a pile of hash browns happily. Everyone around us was noisy and again France and Prussia was running around with Romano. This time he was sleeping but Spain was still frankly chasing him.

"So, do you have a dress for the dance?" Ireland asked. "Mine's green and orange and I have this white jacket that would look so good with it."

"So Irish of you," I said.

"It's also made out of wool," she explained. I hope she was talking about the jacket and not the dress. That would be itchy.

"So what should we tell Sweden today?" Belgium asked me.

I looked at the Nordics. They were eating breakfast. If you can call what Denmark was doing eating, it was more like inhaling various meats. Norway was of course yelling at him while Greenland and the Faroe Islands finished Denmark's… I stood up and looked down… math homework. No wonder he was failing. Iceland looked as bored as usual feeding his puffin-thing (I refuse to call it a normal puffin). Norway told him, in a much nicer way then how he talks to Denmark, to eat. Iceland ignored him. Sweden was eating, not has much as Denmark and at a much slower pace, a lot of meat. Finland wasn't eating though. The boy usually ate something. But today, he just sat there kicking his feet with a slight blush on his face. Did I fix Ireland's slip-up?

"Maybe we should go ahead and give him gifts?" I said. "After school, we'll go shopping."

In Math, I explained everything to Sweden. So, we were going to go shopping today and buy a whole bunch of things. And we'll give Finland a present every day, well Sweden will. All the cards (all Christmas themed I must add) were going to be signed by Sweden. Poland was very, very, very pissed off that he couldn't come. So now Ukraine would have him on speaker phone and Ireland would send him pictures of everything. You have to admit, Poland is an expert shopper. When he gets better we were going to shop for my dress.

The day went on as usual. During lunch, we did look at Finland way too much but that was all part of the job. We decided to do a test trail with a plush snowman we found somewhere in the school. It might have been in front of the front office and belonged to the school. If anybody came asking about it, Gilbert stole it. The test-trail went very, very well. Sweden wasn't the one to give it to him but Belgium. The test-trail was all about checking what his reaction to the gifts would be. It was a good reaction. Finland had hugged Belgium smiling almost as large as Spain. So, giving gifts was a good idea. Anyway, every year, on the last day of school before Winter break, Finland gives everyone a gift and no one gives him one. So this plan will work so much better.

This was not good, not good. So we bought all the gifts, even found some Moomins memorabilia! They did look like hippos but the cutest trolls I have ever seen. After that, we went to Poland's room. There we wrapped up one of the stuff Moomin (I think it's Moomintroll), we then wrapped some Christmas decorations, like a clock that plays Christmas music and a stuff snowman, then we also wrapped a Moomin with a Santa hat. So we were set to send Sweden on his merry way, as merry as Sweden can be, to ask Finland to the dance. The first time went well enough, the only problem Sweden choked and didn't end up asking him. Finland still ended up with a stuffed Moomin and Estonia told Lithuania, who told Poland, who doesn't know how to keep his mouth shut that Finland slept with it every night. So that was good. Even though Sweden choked, there was hope! I was wrong and the reason was Denmark. Denmark was really reminding me of Gilbert, always ruining everything that was important to me. The only thing Gilbert didn't ruin was my relationship with Roderich. So, I think that Denmark and Gilbert were planning ruining Sweden's chances with Finland because they hated me. They really did. This was unfair to Sweden and Finland, because they are so cute together and would look great on camera! But thanks to them, I wouldn't have any pictures of Sweden and Finland. Damn, I hate Gilbert. So, now, I assume, that Gilbert and Denmark's room is just as Christmassy as Finland's side of his room. We bought a lot of Christmas decoration and Denmark stole almost all of it telling Sweden "More presents! You're an awesome friend Sve! But Norway is still my best friend but you can keep giving me presents!" Denmark did give Norway the Christmas clock and a glass reindeer and Iceland a stuff Santa Claus, but stole the rest. He didn't even give Greenland and the Faroe Island something! They do all his homework for him. I will kill Denmark.

I looked at our last gift for Finland, a stuffed Moomin, I forget which one it was at this point, with a Santa hat. This was not working out like I hoped it would be. For the last week and few days, Finland had looked really into Sweden. So there was hope!

"This w'n't w'rk," Sweden told me.

I sighed. This was our last shot. This needed to work.

Sweden, Poland (finally out of bed) and I were in front of Finland and Estonia's room. We have given Sweden the Moomin. He now had it in hand with a Christmas card saying "To Finland, love Sweden" in Swedish. I hope that's what it says, I don't know Swedish. I then looked around. No Denmark, good.

"If this doesn't work… I don't know what we'll do," I said sadly.

"We'll totally think of something else to do," Poland said. "Then if that doesn't work, we'll like think of something else and if…"

"We get it," I said.

"When I was forced in bed allllllll of last week, seriously not fun, I watched like a whole bunch of romcoms. Like from the eighties and all, like You've Got Mail…"

"That's a nineties movie," I explained.

Poland continued like he had never heard my correction. "Titanic!" Another nineties movie and not a romantic comedy. The only eighties movie Poland did mention was Dirty Dancing and we didn't need to know how hot he thought Patrick Swayze was."Andlike finally," FINALLY! I love you Poland but you talk way too much, "Ten Things I Hate About You." Wow another nineties movie, I'm so surprise. "So I thought up the idea that Sweden could like totally sing this totes fab song to Finland. That would be so cute, like to the max!" Sweden singing? Russia damaged more than Poland's arm and rib cage.

I looked at Sweden. He did not like that idea. Of course he looked the same as always but there was that little are you insane look in his eyes. Don't worry, everyone, including Poland's parents think he's crazy. Trust me, I've meant Poland's parents.

"You're like jealous of my genius," he said. Keep telling yourself that. "It was a Pole that discovered that the earth and other planet revolved around the sun."

"W'sn't he Pr'ss'an?" Sweden asked.

"Well, technically, but Prussia was like under the control of the fabulous Kingdom of Poland and he like went to the University of Krakow. Like the oldest university in Eastern Europe."

"Poland's Mid-Europe and it would be the second oldest, first being in Austria. The oldest University in Eastern Europe is Vilnius University in Lithuania," I explained.

"Like I totally don't care, Mikołaj Kopernik* was Polish. He went to a Polish school, so Poles are totally smart," he explained. If only this Pole was smart.

"Wait, we're getting off track! Okay, Sweden just knock on the door and give that to Finland and ask him out." I said. Then I looked at Poland. "If you talk, no matter how much I love you, I will hit you." Poland looked frighten.

I grabbed Poland and hid behind the corner. Wow, Poland was being as quiet has a mouse. We watched as Sweden was just about to knock on the door. Oh shit! Denmark! Poland had distracted me from my guard duties! Szar!* I banned my head on the corner of the wall and left. I didn't want to know what was happening. But I did hear Denmark's annoyingly loud voice yell "You shouldn't have! What does this card say?" I will kill Denmark.

Mikołaj Kopernik* the Polish name for Nicolaus Copernicus. And he was really born in Prussia.

Szar!* Shit in Hungarian according to the internet.