Ludwig meticulously folded all of his clothes and placed them neatly into the proper suitcase. It was 2 months ago that he received the much-anticipated Letter of Acceptance to Hetalia University, and since he was to leave for his dorm in approximately two days, he found it fit to start packing. He had already cleaned out his room nearly a week ago, throwing away things deemed useless and selling off items still usable – Including those damnable Dating books he'd bought sometime in High School.

"Oi, West!" Ludwig sighed inwardly as his older brother Gilbert poked his head into the room.

Ludwig looked up from his suitcase, "Ja, Bruder?"

"Kesesese" he chuckled, "The awesome me decided to come check on you." The albino surveyed the near-empty room before sighing loudly. "Really, West? You're leaving on Saturday. Why are you doing this now?"

"I'm doing this now so that it's done." Ludwig replied, "Unlike you, I do not wish to spend all Friday night frantically packing."

Gilbert snorted in response, "Sure, West, sure… Hey, what happened to those dumb How To books of yours?"

Ludwig went back to packing, answering the question with a mutter. "I threw them out."

Gilbert burst out laughing. "No, seriously, what'd you do with them?"

Ludwig slammed the suitcase shut as he realized there wasn't anything else to pack. "I threw them out." He repeated in a louder voice, and Gilbert stopped laughing.

Instead, after shaking off the momentary shock, he let his signature cocky grin spread across his face. "That's Mein Bruder!" he slung an arm around the stoic German, "Ready to walk on a wild side for once, huh?"

"Please," Ludwig sighed, "get your arm off my shoulder."

But the request went ignored. "Come on, Gramps sent us some of the good ole' German beer. Nothing like this American crap I'm forced to drink."

He suppressed the need to sigh again. "I'm 20. I can't drink yet."

With another chuckle and a rather rough pat on the back, Gilbert answered "This is German beer, and you're legal in Germany. Let's go."

Gilbert jumped out his car, slamming the door and waiting impatiently for Ludwig to pull his luggage out of the trunk. "Here it is, West, Hetalia University!"

Ludwig gaped at the site before him. The main building was huge, its archways and domes making it elegant and extravagant, the peak of the building seeming to reach for the puffy white clouds above. The architectural phenomenon could rival that of Oxford University, but that wasn't all. The other buildings branching off the University displayed the unique diversity of students and majors the prestigious school offered. You could see structure after structure, all different types of architecture, from modern to ancient, and although every building seemed to be from a different time period and country, the whole campus fit together perfectly, showing just how united the world really is.

Gilbert noticed his brother's appreciative stare and chuckled, "Kesesese, come on. The boy's dorms are over here."

Snapping out of his trance, Ludwig followed Gilbert away from the main building and to the boy's dorms at the right of campus. Gilbert, since he was going into his third year of college at Hetalia University, explained that there were several different dorms for both boys and girls, and dorm residents would be assigned dormitories based on gender and major. Ludwig, who was going for Engineering major, would be put in Building A, the building for students in majors categorizing in Engineering, Technology Engineering, and the Visual and Performing Arts.

They arrived at a wide 4-story building with the same style architecture as the main building. However, instead of the pastel-red, dark grey, and pale yellow pallet of the main building, the bricks that made the dormitory, and all the other boy's dormitories for that matter, were tainted a midnight blue, and the roof was pitch black. The thing about the buildings at Hetalia University was that they all looked brand new, as if they were polished clean every day, on the dot. With the implication of wealth the school had, maybe they were. There were small windows dotting the building, hinting that the rooms inside were quite large. For a moment, Ludwig wondered if they really were at the right place, but large carved letters just above the door proudly proclaimed "Hetalia Boy's Dormitory A"

"Here you are, kid." Gilbert pats his back roughly once, "I'll be in Dormitory C, good luck." Then he ran off, leaving Ludwig with a million questions, and among them stood out 'Where is my room?

He heaved a sigh and put down the boxes previously weighing down his left arm, and pulled out the papers of the acceptance letter, scanning the words until he found what he was looking for.

The dorm you are assigned is 317 in Boy's Dormitory A.

'Room 317' he thought, and neatly folded the paper before placing it in his pocket. He picked up the boxes in one hand and pulled the handle of a wheeled suitcase in other as he walked into the tall dormitory, unaware of the surprises that lie within its walls.

After about an hour of wandering up and down stairways, running into a few arguably irritable students with arms piled high with boxes, books, blank canvases and whatever else the Hetalia students thought to bring, Ludwig finally came to a stop in front of Room 317, feeling more than ready to settle down. That is, until a thought struck him. This was a dorm room. A large dorm room. For two people. Two. He wasn't going to be alone. He had a roommate, one he's never met, never seen. It could be any body.

There were two possibilities: He'd either get the kind of roommate that would leave his clothes all over the floor and every night would go drinking and maybe even bring back a girl for god knows what, or he could hit the roommate jackpot and get someone who was tidy, polite, and he could ignore while blissfully going about his days.

He took a deep breath, and another, reached for the knob, but then pulled back. What if he got someone he didn't like? What if they were the slob-type? What if they annoyed him day-in and day-out? Oh, scheiße. What if they were like his brother?

Shaking the notion out of his head – negative thoughts never got anyone anywhere – he inhaled deeply one last time before quickly twisting the knob and pushing the door open.

When he saw a rather small, delicate looking boy with lightly tanned skin and silky-looking, short milk chocolate hair setting up a blank canvas, he wasn't sure what to think. Especially because said boy was stark naked.

Getting over his initial shock and rubbing his eyelids a good 30 seconds, he opened his eyes and, indeed, the boy was still there and his clothes were not. So, Ludwig did the only coherent thing he could. He cleared his throat.

It obviously got the other's attention. The boy was startled, a weird noise coming out of his mouth as he visually tensed up and peeked over his shoulder. Wide amber eyes stared at Ludwig a second or two before the Latin boy got to his knees, somehow now right in front of Ludwig, begging and pleading. "Oh please don't kill me I have a family and a brother and a grandpa and I'm still a virgin I don't want to die a virgin and I haven't had my pasta yet well I had some this morning but I didn't have any this afternoon I promise and-"

Finally gaining his composure, Ludwig cleared his throat once more to stop the boy – obviously an Italian by the accent – from rambling anymore. He had his eyes closed from a lack of places to look and he could feel his cheeks burning. "Calm down; I'm not going to kill you."

The boy made the weird noise again, "Ve~?" Ludwig could almost hear the smile in the mysterious boy's voice, "You won't? Oh, thank you!"

He was startled when he felt arms wrap around his leg. "Ah! Uh, please, let go."

Now he could hear confusion tainting the oddly high voice – If the Italian weren't naked Ludwig would have thought he were a girl. "Ve? What's wrong?" Suddenly, the confusion changed to something more distraught "Y-you don't like my hugs?"

He was once again startled as he heard little sobs. Whoever this was, they were full of surprises. "N-no! Well, yes, but could you please put on some clothes?"

There was a pause in the sobs, a soft, contemplative Ve~, and then another loud exclamation, "Oh! I'm sorry, I forgot!" Ludwig heard a soft laugh before the arms left his leg, and a minute or so later he heard the boy speak again, "Okay! All dressed!"

Ludwig, relieved, opened his eyes. His roommate now had a pair of designer jeans on, but still no shirt. Not completely clothed, but better than before. Attempting to pretend none of that just happened, Ludwig proceeded to put his luggage on the unoccupied bed – the other one had sheets designed to look like a giant Italian flag and… Were those pictures of spaghetti on the pillow?

"Ve, are you my new roommate? My name is Feliciano Vargas, nice to meet you!" Feliciano shouted, though Ludwig was convinced that the impression he put on the Italian was not 'nice'.

"My name is Ludwig Beilshmidt." Ludwig responded turning around and holding out a hand. However, the Italian ignored the hand and instead opted for hugging his new roommate.

"Can I call you Luddy?"

"No."

"Welcome to Hetalia University, Luddy!" Feliciano exclaimed, letting go of Ludwig to throw his arms in the air. "Ve! I'm sorry, I should tell you a little more about me, huh? I was born in Venice, Italy, exactly 2 years after my big brother. You know what's funny? The room number is my birthday! March 17th! Isn't that hilarious? Anyway, I'm 20 years old, Ve, and I'm a first year in the Art department, and…"

He continued talking, but Ludwig decided to stop listening and instead put his efforts into unpacking quickly. After getting his clothes in the provided dresser – making sure, of course, that none of them were wrinkled – he put the suitcase under the bed and started unpacking the boxes. Before he could open the first one, however, his vision was blocked by a certain brunette's beaming face. "That's okay, right Luddy?"

"Oh, uh…" Ludwig was unsure of how to respond, as he had successfully blocked out Feliciano's ranting, so he opted to just nod uncertainly.

"Ve! That's great!" Feliciano exclaimed, and hugged Ludwig for the third time that day. Ludwig wasn't sure what he agreed to, but he had a bad feeling about it.

After a long day filled with stress – from long car rides, to fancy colleges, to a weird new roommate, and unpacking all of the boxes he'd brought – Ludwig felt relief wash over him when the sun disappeared in the horizon and the moon came out. Feliciano was in his bed already, sleeping peacefully and letting out that little Ve noise where others would probably snore. He fell asleep pretty fast for someone who wouldn't stop talking. Ludwig stifled a yawn as he pulled on his black wife beater, otherwise he only had on his plain boxers; His usual nightly attire. He got in bed, pulled the plain sheets over his shoulders, and relaxed his aching muscles. It didn't take long to get used to the new bed, and shortly after laying down he began to drift off, slowly closing his heavy eyelids.

His eyes shot back open, however, when he felt something warm settle against his back.

He tensed, mind reeling with thoughts, wondering just what the heck was going on. But, instead of panicking, he opted to instead sit up and whip his head quickly over to the source of heat.

There was a dull thump as Feliciano fell off of his bed, spaghetti-print pillow clutched tightly in his arms. Said Italian looked up, rubbing at his right eye. "Ve~, what's wrong, Luddy?"

"What's wrong?" Ludwig repeated incredulously, "You were lying in my bed! Naked!"

Feliciano let another soft Ve escape his lips as he tried to process what Ludwig had said. "Uh-huh."

Ludwig pinched the bridge of his nose in response, trying to calm down. This time when he talked, the tone was softer, but still had its natural German sternness about it, "What were you doing in my bed, Feliciano?"

At that the naked Italian cocked his head to the side like a dog, his eyes sparkling in the moonlight from outside. "You said it was okay, didn't you, Luddy? Remember?"

Ludwig's eyebrows furrowed as he tried to remember when he would ever, ever agree to letting Feliciano sleep in the same bed as him, and after a few seconds of consideration he remembered what Feliciano had asked right before he started unpacking his boxes, and the nod he so stupidly answered with.

Now he wasn't sure what to do.

"You're not going to change your mind, are you, Luddy?" Feliciano's eyes started shimmer with threatening tears, "Please? I can't sleep alone. I get all cold and scared… Please, Luddy? Please?"

He stared, long and hard, at Feliciano – whose naked body was draped by the covers – before realizing that his stare was beginning to scare the Italian. To keep the damned boy from bursting out in tears and pleas, Ludwig closed his eyes and relaxed his face. I guess I can't just leave him like that, he reasoned with himself, as much as I hate it, I have to try and get along with my roommate. It'll be just like sleeping with my dogs at home after all, wouldn't it?

A few moments of quiet consideration later, and Ludwig heaved a sigh – he was doing that a lot lately. "Fine, you can sleep with me. As long as you put some pants on first." He added quickly before Feliciano pounced on him.

"Ve~! Thank you, Luddy." He smiled up at the German gratefully before getting up to pull on a pair of boxers. Ludwig turned when Feliciano stood and tried to settle back into the bed. He had a few fleeting moments to get comfortable before feeling Feliciano's warm figure push up against his back again.

It's… It's just Bandit. It's just Bandit. He chanted the phrase over and over in head like a mantra until, not 5 minutes later, he fell asleep.

It wasn't until the next morning when he woke up next to a, once again stark naked, Italian gnawing on his pillow, that he realized just what he brought upon himself last night. Verdammen.

A/N: Hi :D So, uh... How long has it been? Haha... I've only done drabbles before, but I'm thinking about making this a multi-chappie, maybe 3 or 4 chapters long... What do you think? Yea or Nay?

Also, keep an eye on me 'cause when I get time I will totes put stories up. Spamano, UkUs, GerIta, something weird... And in the joint account I share with another author, ButterflySoxRox, we have an awesome dramatic RusUsUk in the making :3

Hope you enjoyed! Hasta La Pasta~!