Okay, so I absolutely adore writing Fanfic that include Sealand and when I saw the episode that introduced Seborga, I immediately shipped them. They're just so perfect for each other! I knew I had to write a SeborgaxSealand(not sure what the ship name is yet though, could be something like "Seaborga" or "Sebland") fanfic, so here it is. Also, I just wanted to tell you that this story will include a lot of other characters and shippings like FrUk, Spamono, and PolandxLithuania(again not sure about there ship name, perhaps PoLiet, or something like that).

Disclaimer: I do not own hetalia...

Finally! Romeo thought as he walked down the hallway. College! Endless Parties, Sex, and most importantly... no bedtime! These next four years are going to rock! Now let's see, dorm numbers, 209...211, hm interesting, they skipped 210..213, wha-what? No 212? 215 couldn't possibly be afte- Oh my god, it is 215. Please don't let 217 be ne- Ah but it is. You know, for a school, these people are pretty dumb. Well, anyway, this is my room.The 18 year old shook his head as he unlocked the door with his room key. This is it. As soon as I step into this room, college has officially begun. He took a long exaggerated breath before he flung the door open and was about to take a step in when a voice called out.

"What on earth do you think you're doing, swinging the door open like a barbarian!" it cried. "And take off those shoes, the room is carpeted!"

"Oh sorry, I didn't realize," Romeo apologized, removing his shoes and putting them to the side. He walked slowly into the room to find a cute nerdy looking blond teen folding clothes on one of the two twin beds. Okay wow, this room is bigger than expected. It had an average sized room with two of everything, beds, dressers, and nightstands. There were two doors out of the room. One that went to a full-sized kitchen, and another that went to a luxury sized bathroom. It looked like the blond had taken over the right side of the room. His side was covered in blue and plastered all over the walls were posters of what seemed to be a port and a few of them were titled Sealand.

His eyes continued to wander across the room until they found their way back to the blond. Okay, so he was more than just cute, he was fucking gorgeous! He had bright blue eyes was like a sea he'd happily get lost in. He had beautiful blond locks that people usually only dreamed of. And his body was ju-Oh god, stop looking at him, he'll think you're staring! But I am staring, he's just so good looking...No! Must. Look. Away! But I can't. No stop it! But come on, maybe just a little peek! No, come on man! Have some self-restraint! Somewhere during this rant he started to start saying things aloud, causing the blond to look at him quizzically.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, no, I'm fine." the Italian assured meekly, not wanting to anger his roommate again and extended out his hand."I'm Michelangelo Romeo Vargas, but everybody just calls me Romeo." The other teen say the his tentativeness and smiled.

"Well, hello there Michelangelo. I am Peter Kirkland," the blond greeted warmly, shaking the brunette's extended hand. "And no need to be so hesitant. I'm not usually so rude, it's just that I'm a bit of a stickler when it comes to manners and basic etiquette."

"Um..okay." The green-eyed man retreated his hand. Is that supposed to be an insult? "And I told you, you can call me Romeo."

"I heard you, Michelangelo. Now if you excuse me, I need to go wash some clothes." Peter put his folded clothes into a laundry basket.

"Wait, you're going to wash those clothes?" Romeo questioned incredulously.

"Um, yes. Do you have a problem with that?" The blond asked, looking at his roommate quizzically.

"It's just that you folded those clothes. Why would you do that? Those clothes are just going get messed up again when you put them in the washing machine."

"Silly boy," the other teen chuckled, shaking his head. "It is just like asking why you have to fix your bed on the morning if you are just going to sleep in it again that night."

"Exactly! What's the point?"

"Do you mean to tell me, that you do not make your bed in the mornings?" Peter inquired, his mouth agape.

"Uh, yeah. Why? Do you have a problem with that?"

"I certainly do. We are most definitely going to have to do something about that, but for now, I need to go to the laundry room." The blue-eyed young adult got up and made his way to door when his roommate asked him a question.

"Wait, it's the first day. How do you already have dirty clothes?" the Italian suddenly realized.

"Ugh, so many questions." Peter whined, as he walked out of the dorm. "Can a guy just wash his clothes without being bombarded with such fatuous questions?" Fatuous? Romeo thought. What the hell does that mean? Probably smart or something.

"Okay, whatever. Now that he's gone..." He quickly closed the door and took off his pants. He's started to swing them above his head while screaming, "Woohoo! I'm in college bitches! I am ama- He suddenly lost grip of the article of clothing causing it to go flying across the room and landing on Peter's already set up night stand. He swiftly removed it, causing the alarm clock it landed on to fall to the floor. Oh no, please tell me I didn't break it, he thought as he picked up the clock. He examined it to find that the object was still perfectly intact. He put it back down on the stand and jumped onto his bed. This year is going to be legen- wait for it..

"I forgot my detergent," Peter said, as he opened the door, and walked in, still holding his laundry basket. "If these people honestly think that I'm going to use the same detergent as some of the buffoons that go he- Oh my heavens no!" His basket dropped to floor as he scurried over to his night stand. "What on earth happened to my alarm clock?!"

"What do you mean?" Romeo asked worriedly. Maybe I did break the clock.

"Well, um, it's just that I am a very organized person. In fact, I'm so organized that people tend to call me a bit of a control freak," he explained, not taking his eyes off his clock.

"Um, okay. What does that have to with that clock?"

"Oh, but don't you see, it has everything to do with this clock. I came here today at 6am just to make sure I could set up my side of the room without my roommate getting in my way," he chuckled nervously. "But now I see that was all for not, cause you just came and ruined everything."

"Whoa, whoa dude. I didn't ruin a thing," the Italian defended, lifting himself in a sitting position and putting his hands up.

"Oh really? Cause you see, I placed this clock exactly two inches away from the edge of the table, and now it is..." The blond opened a drawer, took out a ruler, and measured the distance of the alarm clock to the edge of the nightstand. "It is two inches and one-eighth! One-eighth! That's two-sixteenths! Four-thirty secondths! Why, even a whole eight-sixty fourths! And if you didn't do it, then I guess we have little trolls who like to push alarm clocks an eighth of an inch when you are out doing laundry and I for one, cannot live with such demon spawn. So I am just going to call the head administrator right now." Peter quickly took out his phone.

"Wait, you know the head administrator phone number?"

"Know it? I have it on speed dial. Now if you will excuse me, I need to make a call, I mean, unless you have something to tell me?" he asked, waving his phone in front of the brunette's face.

"Yeah, I do. While you were gone, your clock... accidentally fell off the table, but I picked it up and put it exactly where I found it."

"Well...actually, you put it one-eighth of an inch away from where you found it. It may not seem like it, but I place everything here perfectly. You see, this nightstand is precisely one and seven-eighths of an inch away from the bed and I sleep on my back exactly two and half inches away from the edge of my bed. And before you ask, no, I do not move in my sleep. Anyway, when the alarm goes off in the morning, my body at the precise location for me to simply outstretch my arm and have my index finger land perfectly on the middle of the off button on clock. If the clock was even one-sixty fourth of an inch off, let alone a giant one-eighth, when I would try to turn the clock off in the morning, I wouldn't be able to do it properly and it would through my whole day's dynamic off. But alas, it is not really your fault, for I forgot to hang up my measuring chart, which shows where I place everything. Remind me to do that later."

"What?" the Italian started. "Are you serious?"

"Deadly so."

"But th-" Suddenly the blue-eyed teen's phone started to ring.

"Oh, you must excuse me, I need to take this," Peter said as answered his phone.

"Bu-" Romeo started but was interrupted by his roommate raising his index finger.

"Hey Ravis," the blonde greeted the person on the phone. "You just finished setting up your room...you want to me to come check it out...okay, I shall meet you in your room at.." The shorter male checked his watch. "At 2:24 and 13.57 seconds. Okay, okay, I know how excited you are. Look Ravy, the longer you talk to me now, the later I will get to your dorm, you see now, I will get to you dorm at 2:24 and 21.45 seconds, mmhm, mmhm, now it's 2:24 and 26.13 seconds, okay then, bye now." He closed his phone and put it in his pocket before looking at the bewildered brunette in front of him.

"Well, as you may have heard, I have to go meet my friend. So uh... see you later I suppose." He started to leave the room when his roommate asked him a question.

"How did you do that?" Just keep walking, Peter thought, maybe he will think I just didn't hear him. He kept on walking as if he hasn't heard anything.

"Hey dude! How did you do that?!" the green-eyed teen repeated loudly. The blonde rolled his eyes and turned around.

"Do what?" he asked irritated, rolling on the balls of his feet.

"How did you know exactly what time you'd arrive?"

"That's why you stopped me? Ugh, now I'm going to be late," he realized, glancing at his watch again. "At this rate, I'll make it at 2:26 and 15.31 seconds! Now I have to run to make it on time and the thought of running all the way down to 210 is exhausting. Meh, I will just tell him you made me late." He started to turn around when the Italian started talking yet again.

"I'm sorry to break the news to you buddy, but room 210 does not exist." the brunette explained smugly. "Sounds like your boy gave you a fake room number."

"Okay first of all, don't ever call me "buddy" again, and secondly, what do you mean room 210 does not exist?"

"I mean, when I was walking down the hallway, room 210 was nowhere to be found."

"Are you sure? 'Cause I am pretty sure I saw a door marked 210 on the right side of the corridor."

"Right side?"

"Oh god, why do I take anything you say seriously?"

"Dude, what right side?" Romeo asked again, interested to where this was going.

"Honestly? You do know that a corridor has two sides, right? The school put all the even room numbers on the right side and all the odds on the left."

"Interesting theory," the Italian said, making a suggestive face as though he was contemplating the idea. "Perhaps I'll test it out one day."

"Oh my dear lord, I am roomed with a complete and utter idiot," Peter mumbled as he left the room and closed the door.

"I think he likes me," the brunette smiled to himself.