"So what do you think Su-San?" Saint Andreas calmly asked her friend. He tilted his head, not showing too much emotion, but showing a slight interest in the conversation. He never did say much when they were talking, but never had that bothered her. She was a quiet person, and so was he.

So as she continued to ramble on, Sweden only glanced at her and made slight movements with his head to indicate he was listening. This sometimes ticked her off, but right now she needed assistance, and he was the only one who understood. Well, Robin did, but she was off, goofing with Iceland. Just as every small and young country does.

Sweden looked to her before finally answering. "I th'nk y'' sh''d d' wh't y'' th'nk 's r'ght."

"Really?" Saint Andreas looked him in his turquoise eyes. He nodded before looking away from her bright blue ones. The glare on his glasses, blocked his eyes, stopping her gaze.

"Y'' h'v' g''d j'dg'm'nt." Sweden quietly said to her. It was all she needed to hear.

She launched herself forward, locking her arms around Sweden's chest. He seemed shocked for a moment, before her fingers held onto the back of him. They were curling into his trench coat, making him sigh in relief of her touch. Right now, he wouldn't admit it, but the feelings he felt for this girl were too strong for his own good.

His face lit up instantly. Luckily, her observing blue eyes were buried inside his dark blue coat. He sighed, glad she couldn't see the red tint in his face, or the heat running down his body. And to her, she was just happy he couldn't feel the same thing happening inside her.

She was much better at hiding her emotions than him. He quietly held her closer, hoping that his own shyness would just leave him. Though she was holding to him for dear life, hoping he wouldn't see the same thing in her. She pulled away from him slowly, turned and walked off. And though she would never admit it, she only walked from that conversation because her own face was red and she refused to show her own weaknesses.

Saint Andreas walked through the town, where they had meeting. There was no way she going back, or was going to let the rumors of 'Saint Sweden' become real. She looked back though, just wanting one more minute with the larger country.

No.

Andrea shook her head, nope. She wasn't going back. At any cost she wasn't going back. But he knew her so well, and always knew what to say at the right moments. Even if he didn't talk much, Finland once told her how he talks more to her than he does to anyone else. Her freckles on her face gave a red tint and she covered them with her long fingers.

Darn it! How had she not seen this before! How much she loved his pale blond hair, his stunning turquoise eyes, his being tall, his figure. She gritted her teeth. How had she not seen it when she watched him change his shirt once?! Her entire body shook and her hands warmed up as she watched.

Andrea didn't have the time to think of this. Today was the day she was going to see America and Canada. Well, they didn't know of her coming, but she knew that they were going to be at McDonalds (America's Doing) at around six thirty.

It was about five now, and walking she'd have time to get their. They were all in Italy after a very important meeting involving Robin. She wasn't really listening though. Who could blame the little thing?

Saint Andreas dawned on the Mcdonalds. Why would they go here out of all the places in Italy? My gosh, Romano and Italy would be upset. Did America even know who he was eating with? She highly doubted it.

Her heart skipped a beat as she pressed her hands against the door, opening to come face to face with a blue eyed American Twin.