Out of all the fanfictions I've written, this has to be my favorite. I absolutely love this pairing, and since I'm China in my little group of friends, it makes it even more enjoyable. I might later on in the future write a China x Switzerland one, seeing as my boyfriend is Switzerland. But Russia is just for all of us fans out there. I hope you enjoy the fanfiction as much as I do! Thank you~ Kanon

"I'm back, da~"

A melodious voice rang cheerfully as the door creaked open expecting someone to welcome Ivan back from another long day of collage... Only to be welcomed by a cold silence of the dorm room. A tall Russian's smile became bleak staring at the empty cold living space. Ivan sighed walking inside, closing the door by the heel. Another day as usual.

The lonely blonde placed his bag on the computer chair flopping over onto the bed. Not caring if it's his own nor bothering to even remove his shoes. There was nobody to nag Ivan, anyways. Rolling over on his side staring blankly into space... of where his timid companion used to be sitting across from him.

It had been a few days since his room mate Toris left him. He enjoyed having fun with Toris, teasing the poor brunette in more ways than one. That was utill, something about stomach pains to the point… the poor Lithuanian could not even keep his food down.
Maybe Ivan gave one too many vodka-laced drinks to Toris. So the student had to leave for the sake for his health. Either way, Toris wasn't the first to leave him, you see... The young Russian was what you call a college delinquent among the worse such as the 'Bad touch trio'. More proof of Ivan's infamousness when the man could not even keep one room mate for very long.

Ivan had tried to be 'friendly', less creepy to his 'friend' compare to his last two from last semester. Ravis was annoying timid, kept crying till it kept them both up at night and his brother... Eduard was a smart-ass, he pissed the Russian by attempting to clean out his 'secret' stash without permission.

Now...the pale Russian was back to square one.

"No matter...at least I have you." Ivan yawned sitting up on the bed leaning to reach a hand under the bed pulling out a bottle of Russian water from his hidden stash. Tasting the sweet burn to drink away his worries by the hour the hour was completely empty, the Russian hardly felt wasted but Ivan let himself sleep it off on the bed empty bottle in hand.

A young boy of an oriental background walked into the collage's main office. An elderly lady looked up and eyed him, bored. "Wang Yao?" The boy stopped suddenly. "Um . . . Yes." She sighed and gestured for him to come over to her. He readjusted the large bag on his shoulder and walked over to the woman. He stood there for about 10 minutes while the woman slowly typed something on the computer.

He quickly got distracted and looked around. The collage seemed very large and elegant. He still wondered how he managed to get accepted. The woman' raspy voice brought his attention back. "Here you go." He turned to the woman who handed him a folder and a key. "Inside is your paperwork, a map of the campus, and that's your dorm key. You'll be rooming with some guy, bless his heart, who always ends up losing roommates. Let's hope you last longer than the last."

Yao tightened his grip on his bag. "No worries. I'm sure I'll be fine." The woman just shrugged and went back to her desk work. Yao took out the map and looked at his key. "05-905." Building 5 was far on the other side of the campus. Yao sighed and began walking. He hoped applying to this collage would be worth it.

After about 30 minutes of walking around lost and a dozen strange stares, Yao finally found his dorm building. He walked inside and looked around. Now he had to find room 905. Extremely obvious it was on the 9th floor, Yao sighed and began walking. He found the stairs and began to go up. When he reached the 9th floor he collapse on the stairway, tired. He sighed and looked around the hallway were all the rooms were. He heard a beep next to him and turned his head only to see an elevator opening and two people walking out. Yao sighed. "Well . . . that was a waste of 30 minutes."

Yao stood up and brushed himself of, then adjusting his bag on his shoulder. He walked down the hall to room 905. He took the key he was given and opened it with a sigh. "Hello?" Yao called out, wondering if anyone was there.

He spotted a boy on one of the two beds and took him a second to register who it was. "Oh, um. Hello there. I'm your new roommate, Wang Yao." Yao waved shyly, not sure what the reason was the boy had lost so many roommates in such a short amount of time.

Ivan didn't answer at first as the Russian was already half asleep when Yao came inside. Oh corse, you couldn't tell if something was up. The room was clean, organized...only lack any personality in the room...and the 'cold'. He rouse a little but refuse to get up from the bed muttering in a raspy whisper in his language unaware a bottle rolled off the bed and onto the fall. Ivan seemed tolerable for the moment.

"Zzzzzz..."' Ivan's voice was muffled by the woven scarf observing half of the pale man's face. New room mate? Oh joy. No… really, it was a good thing. It was safe to guess, it was an Asian origin? Chinese maybe, sounded like a girl however?

Strange... Wang Yao didn't sound all too scared either so it was safe to assume, 'Yao' was a freshman. Same year as the Russian. Now first impressions. They said it was important...however the 'first' encounter usually ended against Ivan's fortunes like the last three.

So...Ivan kept quiet pretending to be asleep to observe 'Yao'. See what Yao's does and let the boy make the first move.

No response came from the boy asleep on the bed. Yao shrugged it off, thinking the boy was asleep. Yao looked around the room. It was a good size for a dorm, and surprisingly clean. Yao was happy it wouldn't be like home were he had to look over his three little brothers and little sister.

Something caught Yao's eye. A photo on one of the dressers. He looked at it. It seemed to belong to his roommate, considering he was in the picture, along with two girls. Sisters? They looked a lot like him, so they must be. Yao set the photo back down and turned to the empty dresser which was apparently his.

He began to unpack and put all of his things away. When he opened the bottom drawer, he stopped. In the drawer was . . . VODKA! Yao's eye's widened, then turned back to his roommate. Was he an alcoholic? Why would he put something like this in an empty dresser? To hide it! A lot of things ran through Yao's mind at that moment? Could this be part of the reason the boy had gone through so many roommates?

It took a second for Yao to recollect himself. He sighed and took the Vodka out of the drawer. It didn't really appeal to him to keep something hidden in his drawers that wasn't his. He looked back over to the boy. Not wanting to rummage through his roommate's stuff, Yao just set it on top of the other dresser next to the photo. He then went back to unpacking.