Hey guys~ I'm starting another fic, so please don't shoot me. OTL I'll get around to finishing my other ones soon, seriously!! I'm a very idea-driven person, and when I have no ideas, nothing happens. Feedback and suggestions are what I lived on, so please tell me what you think! n 3 n
I'm insanely in love with SuFin, so expect this one to keep going. xD

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I walked through the doorways for the first time, breathing in the new atmosphere that would now become my 'home'. My parents had dropped me off at a boarding school, so I would be here for quite a while. I'd stay here for a few years, only to visit home during the holidays. I was new to the area, so I was utterly alone. Being the first day of school, I sensed other students were in the same predicament as I was in.

As I followed the vast majority of the crowd, I realized that they were all pouring into a massive room. We were sectioned off into rows according to our last names, and were then given the number for our dorm rooms. Oxenstierna—that was my last name. Through my choppy way of speaking, it's a little difficult for people to understand me, but after I had repeated my name several times to the woman at the head of the line, she nodded and looked at her list. I was handed a piece of paper with my classes and my dorm. It was number 425. My dark green eyes scrolled down to the name near the number. Denmark, it read. Who was that? I had yet to meet someone named "Denmark"—but I knew instantly that this "Denmark" had to be in fact male, for this was a boys' school that my parents had left me in.

After I had my slip of paper, I was to find my dorm room, and drop off my things. I shuffled out of the massive room, where people were still bustling to get their room number. The room was very loud as boys were yammering on to each other, waiting impatiently for their turn. Upon exiting the spacious room I was in prior, almost all sound seemed to disappear. I had left the boisterous place, and found that the outside was relatively quiet at this point. Good thing I had a tendency to be early. I held the thin piece of paper in one hand as I started up at the two stair cases that led up to the dorm rooms. They seemed daunting, but I knew I'd have to ascend them. I started to lug my things in the direction of the stairs when a quiet voice beside me spoke up. "I can help if you want me to."

I looked up reflexively, and it was boy with dark steel-blue colored eyes and a muted expression. He seemed very calm, and as I eyed him, I realized that he didn't have any bags with him.

"I've already been to my room, so I've decided to help other people. Do you know where your dorm is?" He asked helpfully, though his voice was very quiet and gentle. He started to peer over to look at my paper, and I handed it to him so he could examine it.

"Ah d'n rel'ly know wher' ahm s'posed ta go e'sactly. Ah'd apprish'ate help, th'nks." I nodded, trying to sound grateful. I noticed I was quite a lot taller than the other boy. He gawked at me for a moment, but resumed his focus on the paper he held between both hands. "425? Oh," He mumbled, "That's very close to where I am. Here," He said, picking up one of the bags I had set down for a moment. "I'll help you."

"Th'nk ya," I said a few times as we started to climb the stairs. I didn't really need much help in lifting things, but my fellow classmate seemed determined to help me, so I didn't argue about it. We advanced up the stairs, walking on top of the smooth tiles as our uniformed shoes clicked against their reflective surfaces. "Uhm," I interjected, and I saw his dark eyes dart back to meet mine.

"Yes?" He asked as we neared the top of the stairs.

"Ah didn't quite ca'ch yer name…" I said quietly, reaching the top after he did. "Mah name's Ber'wld."

He nodded, "Oh, forgive me…I must have forgotten—I'm Norway."

I smiled faintly, and he turned around. "425 is still a ways a way, so let's hope you have some classes with your roommate…Who is he, by the way?" Norway turned around for a moment to glance at me again as he led me into a darker hallway with a massive window. I glanced out of the window, looking at the grassy scenery that this school was encompassed in. There was a massive field and as I continued to peer out, I noticed several areas—each for a different sport. I noted baseball, tennis, a field for soccer or football and a running track. I wasn't a very athletic-driven person, but people had said I was good at them.

I was freed from my trance a moment later and quietly responded, "S'mone named D'nmark." I had nearly forgotten what Norway had said to me upon the realization that the school I was enrolled in offered many different athletic programs.

"Denmark?" Norway asked, sounding surprised. He let out a small, but refined, sigh. "We were childhood friends…he's rather noisy, I'm afraid… so I apologize beforehand." He glanced at me through half-closed eyes with a sympathetic look.

I didn't really know how else to respond, so I kept my mouth closed. As Norway led me into another hallway, I saw more and more students around me. All of them I had never seen before. As I looked around inquisitively, I spotted that most of the students were blond. I was blond…and so was Norway…It seemed odd, but maybe not that odd. The massive flurry of yellow hair must have distracted me from my regular train of thought. Most of the boys were noisy, and I saw many different personalities just as I was passing in a hallway.

"Here we are," Norway said with a minute sigh, setting down the bag he wanted to carry for me. Norway rotated his shoulder a bit, pressing a hand to the joint. The messenger bag he was carrying for me might have been a little too much. He was thin, and looked a little delicate.

"Th'nk ya," I muttered, nodding again.

"Norgey~" A loud voice called behind the steely-eyed boy. His face tightened a bit, and he turned around.

"Denmark…I told you not to call me that…" His voice was still quiet, though it seemed to have gained tension that wasn't there previously.

"Ahw," The other blond came into view. "Pssht! Shaddap, I know you like that nickname, Norgey." He was almost as tall as me, and had a very overwhelming aura about it. His hair was wild, and looked like it could have used a good brushing. This was Denmark? According from what Norway had said, this seemed to be him. My…roommate… Our eyes connected for a minute, and he rested an arm on Norway's shoulder. Norway tried to push him off, but to no avail. "Who's this guy, Norgey?" He said with a smirk.

"This is Berwald, your roommate." Norway introduced me.

"H'llo," I nodded respectively, trying to make a good first-impression for the person I would be sharing a room with for a year.

"Hmmmmm…" Denmark muttered, eyeing me for a moment. He eased himself off of Norway and circled around me. "Pretty tall, hn? Well, don't get in my way and we'll be fine! Ahaha!!" He threw back his shoulders and let out a jovial laugh.

"N—Norway!" Another voice broke the fleeting second and a face emerged with it. A thin boy with soft blond hair emerged from the room next door, looking rather distressed. "Norway!" He called again. His distraught tone had the same quality as high notes on a piano, played in a way so that there were small leaps from note to note.

Denmark smiled smugly, "Tino's callin' ya."

Norway quickly gave Denmark a sort of reserved glare as he walked closer to the shortest of the four of us. "Yes, Tino?"

"I think there's a spider in the bathtub! Can you kill it for me?" He had a soft voice, though it was panic-stricken at the moment.

Denmark laughed through his teeth again as Norway trailed after the troubled Tino. "So, Waldy," Denmark said, poking my shoulder. "You're a new face!"

"Ah d'n't live 'r'nd here, so…" I fumbled over my words, hardly making sense.

"Nah, nah," He said, waving a hand reassuringly, "It's fine, bro." He picked up the same bag that Norway had earlier and pulled it into the room, and dropped it on one of the beds with ease. I followed him immediately, dragging the rest of my things behind me.

After the small hallway, the room poured out into a bigger area, with two twin beds and a small kitchen-esque nook in the corner. My eyes trailed down to the other small hallway where there was another door, with what I assumed was the bathroom. Denmark had most of his things already out of their bags, though there was a messy heap on top of his bed.

"This is my bed, Waldy." He said, jumping onto his own bed. "Claim it as your own and I punch you in the eye." There was an odd sense of seriousness in his voice, but then it quickly left, and he smiled jovially again.

I dumped my things down onto my bed, and started to unpack them. Denmark seemed to be a very talkative person, and already started a conversation as I unpacked some of my regular clothes. We were issued a winter and a summer uniform, and were currently wearing our winter uniform. A blazer-type uniform with our school insignia on both the sweater vest and jacket. "So you don't know anyone here, do ya?" He had pushed the empty bags off of his bed and had flopped down on his back, hands behind his head.

"Not re'lly…" I muttered, still unzipping things. I blinked and remembered our neighbors—Norway and Tino. Denmark seemed to know them well, specifically Norway. He had an advantage I didn't have—previous friendships.

"Norway's got a little bro 'round here somewhere…" Denmark sighed, scratching one of his temples lazily.

"Re'lly?" I asked, turning around to look at him for any sort of confirmation.

"Yep!" He responded, "He was bumped up a grade 'cause he knows what he's doing. His name's Iceland, I think. Norgey would know…"

I relaxed for a moment, and I saw Tino's face in my head when I closed my eyes. Why? Even though I had only seen him for about 30 seconds, I remember what he looked like clearly.

"D'nmark?" I asked him.

"Yeah?" He asked in response, sitting up.

"Who'is T'no?"

"Tino? Aah, he was bullied by Ivan for the longest time, but he's doin' okay now. Ivan is in our grade; he's got the reputation of a psychopath, so I suggest you stay away from him."

"Oh, uh…th'nk ya…" I added, thankful for a small tidbit of information to help me in my new life at school.

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The second day of school was when classes really started. In my first class—English—I had Norway. The first day was mainly introductions, but I felt better knowing that someone I at least had become slightly familiarized with was there. I wasn't paying much attention in that class. I never really did like English. I could write fine, but my handwriting was bad, and the way I spoke was so choppy… It was obvious that I couldn't stand speeches. I didn't even want to think about getting up in front of my class.

Norway sat a ways away from me, but I saw him glance at me with a slightly concerned expression, his eyes voicing, 'Hey, Berwald, you okay?' I relaxed my shoulders and forced a small smile. I saw him relax as well, and refocus his attention on our teacher, who was busily explaining what we would be covering this year. We'd have to read several novels as a class, and have extensive projects on each of the novels. I knew already from this point that I'd probably be relying on Norway quite a lot. I hope he wouldn't mind.

After spacing out for most of the class, the bell rang and we packed up our things. As the class slowly shuffled out of the classroom like one organism, I withdrew the slip of paper I had received yesterday to look at my class schedule once more. I continued advancing in the hallways to my next class, but saw something catch my eye for a moment.

It was Tino, minding his own business and walking to his next class. He was walking in the same direction that I was, though. I wanted to ask him if we had the next class together, or at least introduce myself…but I said nothing, and I made no movements. I watched him as he walked into the classroom, I followed in pursuit.

One of my least subjects—math—was a class I had with Tino. The entire class seemed to stand around until the teacher assigned seats, placing me next to Tino. On my right was a boy who seemed very aggressive, by the name of Vash. He had made no attempts in talking to me, and being as socially awkward as I was, decided that I wouldn't either. Instead, I could focus my attentions on befriending Tino, who I had met at a previous instance.

The teacher had smiled slyly, and passed out a pre-test to everyone in the class. As I slowly gripped my mechanical pencil tighter, I realized that the noisy boys I couldn't help but hear on the first day of school seemed to have quieted down now that there was a serious time at hand. I glanced over at Tino, who had his fingers through his hair looking like he was thinking about something. It looked like he was completely ignoring me. I resumed my pose looking down at my desk, and only started to deviate from my previous thought train as the white paper slid onto my desk.

Equations, expressions, variables, negatives and integers were scattered all over the page. I didn't really like it. I did understand what this 'foreign language' was speaking to me, though at the same time I wish I didn't have to care. I scrawled down answers and showed my work for the problems I had finished, saving the tedious word problems for last. The silence in the room hung over all of us like a heavy blanket.

I was almost done with the pre-test, a handful of my classmates were already done, including the very agitated boy sitting on my right side. After getting up to turn in his paper, he huffed angrily and folded his arms, giving me a good glare. I looked down at my own paper again and heard Tino muttering something.

"No…" He muttered in a disheartened tone, "…That can't be right…where does this negative go? Wait…I forgot to divide…! Urgh…Is that a four or a nine…?"

I paused, just listening to him yammer to himself about the incorrect answer. I subtly eyed the problem he was working on. 18. After glancing at my own paper for the answer, I discreetly whispered, "Th' ansa's 'x = -23'."

Tino looked up at me, looking quite surprised. He wasn't looking at me, at first, but as his eyes scanned his surrounding classmates, I was the obvious one. Our eyes met for a moment, as neither one of us said anything at all. I stood up, scooting my chair in, ready to take my paper to the teacher. "X = -23," I repeated to him, muttering in an audible but restrained voice.

The teacher nodded and smiled when I placed the pre-test in the basket at his desk and returned to my seat.

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I had Tino again in my Gym class after math, as well as in my science and art. Of course, Norway was in my art class, and both Denmark and the notorious Iceland in my science class. Of course, there were a lot of other reoccurring students that I saw throughout the day, but no one I had any interaction with. The agitated boy who sat next to me in my math class was also in my art class, though neither of us attempted to intermingle. Something else I had noticed was that Tino didn't even glance at me. Other than in math class, neither of us had made any sort of social contact whatsoever. He kept to himself, and I kept to myself, quietly watching him from afar. It seemed I had already made friends with Norway and Denmark, and Iceland seemed to agree with me…but why was Tino ignoring me?

Classes were over now, and we were—in a sense—set free to go about doing other things. I assumed I'd just be completing the slight homework I was given in a few of my classes. It wasn't like I had something else important in mind…

My pace slowed as I started to walk off into the direction of my dorm room. I had crossed through several different hallways before I noticed that Tino was close by. I glanced to the left and slightly behind me—and there he was. There seemed to be every opportunity for us to strike up a conversation or engage in idle chitchat…but we didn't. He must have not noticed me, I told myself. But as I kept walking the way I had planned, Tino kept walking the same path with me. Of course, I reminded myself, we're neighbors. …Might as well introduce myself. He was flustered last time and probably didn't remember me.

"Uhm, T'no?" I called his name, walking towards him.

He turned to look at me, eyes widening slightly. "Uh…yes?" He asked, his voice ending on a high note again.

"Oh, ah," I muttered, starting feel awkward again. "Ah jus' w'nted to say h'llo…We're neighb'rs 'n all…So I jus' w'nted—"

"Oh," Tino softly exclaimed, interrupting me. "I forgot that I was meeting Norway in the cafeteria. He mentioned that I left something in there, so he's waiting for me…I'll see you later!" He called with a smile, waving a bit as he turned the other way and left in a quick walk.

Left something in the cafeteria?

Still disappointed that we couldn't have a real conversation, I cleared my throat and resumed my trek to the dorm room I shared with Denmark. I weaved through the hallways, passed other students, and stared out of the massive window again. Navigating through the immense school wasn't as intimidating as I thought. My feet slowly ascended the flight of stairs, and when I reached the top, a voice distracted me.

"Hey…Berwald?"

I looked up. It was Norway.

"Have you seen Tino anywhere? I wanted to remind him of something… Do you know where he is?" Norway looked genuinely curious.

So then…So then what Tino said to me was a lie. He lied.

"No," I replied back to Norway, looking somewhat apologetic as I walked past him and into the room that Denmark and I shared. He was already asleep on his bed, sprawled out into a ridiculous position and snoring softly.

I sat down on my bed, unzipping my backpack and started to pull a few textbooks out. I forgot I was meeting Norway in the cafeteria. I heard his voice in my ears. Forgot? No, he lied. Why? I hadn't done anything…

That liar.

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Sorry for emo-esque ending. OTL Thank you for reading and reviewing! If you can't tell already, this AU fic is very Nordic-centric. They're my favorites~ I do have a lot of this story already planned out, and suggestions are cool! ;] I'll try to update as quickly and as much as possible, but then again I am a very lazy person.