Thank you for taking the time and reading! This is a try for a translation of my own french fanfiction "Us : Human Kind", which is a sooooo long one...

It was only the first day, and even so he already felt a bunch of thoughts through his mind, each of them so different from each other, smacked into him. The confidence he used to show suddenly disappeared under their instructor's barking when the man asked them one by one, and his head still painfully remembered that moment. Destabilized for a moment, he was just putting in order his mind. There, in front of everybody, he's been one of the trainees whose ideas were not well received, even only for the reasons of their yearning for this or that position. He wasn't the only one in this case, aiming for some simple, quiet life. With a sigh, he gave a glance to the table on the other side of the big dinner room, where the brown haired guy from earlier was seating with many others still unknown. Getting engaged at the king's sides? With his blessed freckled face, it was even unbelievable he could have such ideas! What that guy could have in mind was his main question. Freckled face didn't look like someone able to fight and he was quite sure a fly would be more effective than him in the battle.

"Jean, that's it?"

He almost started when one from his table talked to him, putting him right to reality and he nodded.

"Oh, yeah."

His new mate facing him rubbedhis own bald head with a amused smile and gave a look in the same direction.

"Ah, that's it, the girls are all in this side! He said, looking like he understood Jean's interest for the other side of the room. "By the way, I'm Connie!"

Jean nodded again even if he remembered him. Looking like he didn't care that much, he glanced once more to the table that interested him and came back right away to his plate. It was kind of hard to empty it, he wasn't used to such a bad –almost disgusting- food. The beginning here wouldn't be easy, and not only food talking, he sigh stirring a little on the woody bench.

"I wonder what the dormitories look like!" continued Connie with some natural joy. 'Eh, d'you think it might be mixed with the girls?"

Jean sneered to the wink from the young boy and didn't turned around for long before explaining him his stupidity and noted by the same way that he definitely felt better, with his raciness back. To their sides, others were smiling and laughing just hearing them, before telling the shorter the reasons why they were.

When they left the dinner room, it's been to take their traps back, as they put them in a storeroom. Finding each other affairs took some times but for the most resourceful of them it got easier; Jean saw the brown guy from the other side of the dinner room appearing and disappearing all in the same very brief moment, silently, his luggages already in hands whereas himself couldn't find his in that imposing pile of bags. Connie took a huge bag with some victorious face and immediately disenchanted before throwing it away.

"Eh, it's mine!" Jean mumbled leaning to take it back.

Forthwith the small boy almost pounced on the bag.

"Really? Come and take it then!"

Despite of his small height, Connie run fast and jean had to show some performance to follow him until the dormitory room he was driving him to. There, some of their new mates were already present and were settling, watching them when they appeared as noisy as they were. The bag suddenly flew before he could put a hand on it, Connie throwing it with no mercy on a mattress, giving a cry of victory. Jean had barely moved to catch the boy's collar but finally gave up when he saw his bag almost fell on somebody who was already bustling on the mattress against the one Connie nominated as Jean's. After smacking the bald head, Jean walked and pulled the bag.

"Sorry," he said. "He doesn't know how to stop!"

"That's nothing," his interlocutor answered with a little smile. "Your friend looks full of life."

Jean raised his eyebrows, surprised to recognize the freckled boy he noticed before. Kneeling on the mattress he started putting some clothes off his luggage to tidy them up, watching around them until he found the shelves already getting full with everyone's stuff.

"A little to much lifefull," he replicated with some dark glance to Connie who already ran to get his own bags.

Later he finally felt quite happy to already have a place. The others took roughly the matresses, some arguing to be or not to be at this or that mezzanine, wood building being nailed to the ground and that meant the triple mattresses style couldn't change and then no separation. Jean sight once more and gave a eye to his bedmate. This one looked quiet and it wasn't so bad. At least he could sleep quietly with some luck. With a lot of luck, he thought as the third joined them to use the last place at his other side and he noted that he was quite well surrounded: the freckled browned boy in his right, and the other (that huge blond guy) in his left. What was his name yet…? Re…Ri…? Some 'n' was going for a trip somewhere…

"Reiner!" he suddenly claimed smacking his own palm with his fist.

The big teenager looked at him oddly, surprised.

"Problem?"

"Ah uh, no! None!" Jean blushed a little, surprised himself.

Farther, another boy called him stupid without refraining, putting Jean in some battle spirit for the rest of the evening. When the curfew finally rang, he already claimed for long that he hated Eren Jaegger under the amused eyes of his two new bedmates.

"C'mon stupid, you're gonna sleep and t'morrow you're gonna be as calm as him," Reiner twitted while slipping under his blanket.

Grumbling, Jean gave a little look on the other side of his bed taking off a part of his clothes at the same time, and discovered with some surprise that the third of them was changing hiding under his own blanket.

"What the…?" he sniggered pulling the thick fabric.

A little scream answered him and a shirt made him blind without warning. He throw it away laughing, to discover the boy folded on himself and squirming to change his clothes without being seen by the others.

"What are you doing?" he gently smiled.

The other boy violently blushed and finished putting his underwear on. On his bare shoulders and the top of his back, a throng of freckles where running, pecking the skin in a particular way and that took Jean a little hiss without even thinking of it and he won a glance that wanting to be reproachful. Jean gave up on everything, a second before receiving a noisy smack on his butt. Surprised, he turned back to meet Reiner's annoyed face who put his hand and long arm far away under his blanket.

"Reiner, you fucking…!"

"Stop bullying him," the blond mumbled, "he's shy so don't make things worse. And go to sleep both of you! Or ya gonna regret it soon in a few days."

Reiner totally disappeared under the blanket, leaving them alone together. With a low voice, Jean apologized to the boy who shrugged quickly covering his shoulders, then they slipped under their own blankets.

"By the way, I'm Jean," he muttered lifting his head for a moment.

The browned boy looked at him before letting a smile illuminating his face for a second.

"Marco," he answered on the same tone height.

"Sorry for earlier," Jean said with a wink, "but well…it was too much of a temptation!"

Marco was blushing again, looking uneasy.

"Ah, hum…Th-that's not that terrible…"

"Shut up, gurlz!" Reiner cut suddenly with an incredible delicacy.