Hello! I've wanted to do this story for a while. I got the idea from Henrietta R. Hippo, one of my fav. Authors :) (sorry if my story is a lot like hers, I'm working on making it not.)

Summery: Collage can be crazy, with roommates of different countries, bickering, tears, falling in love, and just general collage stuff. Eventual pairings are America/Japan, France/England, Germany/Italy, Roman/Spain, Turkey/Greece, Hungry/Prussia, and maybe Russia/China.

I'm not going to write out all of the pairings of people who date briefly (France would have a whole list of his own) but these are the eventual pairings.

Now I know most people are UsUk fans, but these are my favorite pairings, and I wanted to do the story. Plus, there has to SOME FrUk and Ameripan fans out there.

I wasn't sure if I really like the Russia/China pairing, so we'll see how that goes. Also, little warning, I'm not going to write a whole lot on Turkey and Greece.

Wow, I've been blabbering a lot, haven't I? Lol, sorry for that. Now go and read!

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia

Everyone was getting back to Hetalia Academy, a sort of collage for the countries. Freshmen getting there ogled up at it, seeing its red brick walls with green ivy crawling up the side.

There was loud laughter and sounds of wrestling from over where America was meeting his American friends. Japan looked over at the sound, standing motionless, face blank and mysterious as always. One looking at him would think that he was far away in his thoughts, not at the present looking at a certain American.

"Hallo Japan. How are you today?" Asked Germany, making Japan, start slightly and turn to look at him with the same expression on his face. "Herro Mr. Germany. I am good, and you?"

"Jaaappppaaannnn!" Before Germany could respond, a hyperactive Italian practically threw himself at Japan, and wrapped his arms around the small man. "Ve~Me and Mr. Germany have been waiting for you! What took you so long? Hey, guess what? We all get to room together, isn't that great? Yaayy!" Italy said, rambling on excitedly.

"That is good, Itary. I am glad we are all roommates." Japan said, actually meaning it. However, he was blushing and cringing from the close contact with the Italian-he still wasn't used to hugging. Before he could say anything, however, a gloved hand suddenly clapped him on the shoulder.

"S'up, Japan? How ya been, bro?" America said cheerfully, his hand still on Japans shoulder.

Italy released Japan and gave America a confused look; in return, America grinned at Italy, but tightened his grip on Japan almost possessively.

Japan blushed-he wasn't sure how the America felt about him though. It would seem one moment he liked him and Japan had gained his attention, then the next America was distracted by something else and paid Japan no mind.

Like right now for example. America was distracted by something off to his left, then laughed and headed over there without saying anything else. Japan watched him go, confused, but he didn't let it show on his face. Germany and Italy were apparently, and they did let it show on their face. "America, that arshlock. Will he make up his mind?" Germany grumbled, obviously annoyed. Japan didn't know what he was talking about, but before he could ask, he was interrupted by loud yelling.

"Frog!"

"Ohonohonhon, miss me, England?"

"I wish you were dead, cheesy monkey!"

"Well! Same too you, black sheep of Europe!"

"I'VE TOLD YOU NOT TO CALL ME THAT!" sounds of fighting now.

China sighed as he watched England and France fight once more. "They never stop." He said, sounding tired.

Hungry, who was standing near China but not really talking to him, had to agree. However, she felt as though England and France didn't really hate each other…

"Hahahaha! The awesome me is awesome!" Hungry flinched, then turned around and glared as Prussia broke through her thoughts. "Oh, hello Hungary!"

"Hello, Prussia." Hungry replied, while producing a frying pan out of somewhere. Prussia noticed and laughed nervously. "Ah, don't be like that Hungary. I know you secretly love ze awesome me, so…" He was cut off as Hungary let out a shriek and began chasing him around waving her frying pan.

"Hey Germany! Guess what!" Italy asked, bounding up to the taller man.

"Ja, vhat is it?" Germany asked, turning to him. Then he noticed a familiar face, and his heart sank…oh no…not zis guy…

"Romano is coming here with us! Isn't that great?!" Italy said excitedly. Romano kept his distance from the two, scuffing the ground with his foot and occasionally glaring up at Germany.

"Urm…Italy…" Germany wasn't sure how to explain Romano's hate for him-he didn't even know why Romano hated him in the first place.

"Ve-what is it Germany?" Italy asked, looking up at him with an adorable face. Germany stared down at his face for a moment, eyes widening slightly, then turned away quickly, blushing. "Nothing. Erm, you should help Romano bring his things to his room."

"That's a great idea!" Italy said, apparently unaware of the change in Germany's mood. He turned and went up to Romano. "Hey, guess what? I'm going to help you bring your stuff up to your room!"

Romano glared at him. "Ya, whatever. Listen, Italy, stay away from that stupid potato bastard, you understand?"

Italy's face fell, and he looked at Romano in confusion. "But why? I like Germany!"

That was the wrong thing to say. Romano yelled at him the whole way until halfway to his dorm, when he felt like he was being watched by somebody. "Romano? What's wrong?" Italy asked, confused when he stopped walking and yelling.

Romano didn't answer him, he just kept scanning the area, trying to find out who was watching him. Then he saw a boy- man really- staring at him. He had dark brown locks of hair, tan skin, and beautiful green eyes staring at Romano in fascination. When he saw Romano looking back at him wide-eyed, he smiled a big grin.

Romano turned away, a blush creeping up on his cheeks. "C'mon, let's go." He said brusquely to his brother, and walked away so fast Italy practically had to run to keep up.

Italy stopped on the way to show Romano his dorm. "See Romano? This is where I'm staying!" Italy said proudly. Romano, looking hardly interested,nodded rather unenthusiastically.

Italy walked in, his heart swelling with happiness at his dorm. "Um, Italy, I got it from here. You can stay in your dorm." Romano said. Italy turned around to find him scuffing the floor with his shoe and looking down. "Awww…bye bye Romano!" Italy said, giving his brother an enthusiastic hug. Romano cringed, blushing, and gave him an awkward pat on the arm "Uh, yea, whatever. Bye." With that, he left.

Romano sighed in relief as he got away from his brother. They were going to the same school, so it wasn't like they wouldn't see each other ever. In fact, he was probably going to see Italy a lot more now…with that potato bastard…Romano thought grumpily. Well, as long as Germany wasn't Romano's roommate, he would be fine. The chances of that happening were slim anyway. Romano began to wonder who Italy's roommate was-Italy hadn't told him-but as he opened the room to his dorm, his thoughts were sidetracked.

"Hola, amigo! I am Spain! Oh, hey, it's you!" Said the same guy that had been watching Romano before in a cheery voice. "I saw you around! Awesome, we get to be roommates."

Romano felt a blush begin to creep up his cheeks, and because of that felt annoyed. "You stupid stalker, why were you watching me! Are you some kind of pervert?" he snarled.

Spain's face fell for a moment, then lit up again and he said, 'Aaaww, your face is all red like a little tomato! How cute!"

Romano actually gaped for moment, lost for words, before closing his mouth and glaring at Spain instead. He brought his suitcase in and began unpacking. Spain hovered close by, an ever cheerful presence. Romano could already tell he wasn't going to like this guy. "So, amigo, what's your name?"

Romano, still unpacking, debated for a moment whether he should tell Spain-for some reason thinking the name sent a shiver up his back-his name, then decided if he was going to be stuck with this guy all year, he might as well get used to him.

Romano sighed. "Romano."

Spain mused over his name for a moment. "Romano…" he said, trying it out, then smiled. "Wow! That's a really hot name! I would totally date you with that sort of name. I mean, if I was a girl." Spain said cheerfully, a slight blush creeping in on his cheeks.

Romano stared at him for a moment, then gathered his wits back and said, "Well, lucky your not, because I would never date you." He said, then muttered some not-so-nice words under his breath.

Spain watched him thoughtfully for a moment, then proclaimed, "I like you!" Romano just gaped.

"So Britain," France said, leaning on the doorway of Britain's dorm as the Englishman unpacked, "who are you rooming with?"

The two had stopped their fight, and now France was watching Britain unpack. He had done so himself already, so he didn't really have anything better to do.

"I'm rooming with America." Britain said, a slight pink coming to his cheeks as he said this. He didn't look up at France, concentrating on his stuff.

"Ah, ze American." France sounded annoyed at this fact. "He iz sloppy and disgusting." France snorted disgustedly.

"And you're much better?" England challenged, glaring up at France. France stared at him with surprised eyes for a moment, before his face looked angry and he looked away. He didn't look angry at Britain, though, just something else.

"Je n'aime pas que les États-Unis. Il n'est pas assez bon pour l'Angleterre et n'a pas ..." France muttered under his breath in French angrily, still glaring at the wall.

"Speak English, you bloody frog! I can't understand you." England said as he put the last of his clothes away. "There. I'm done. I suppose we can go to dinner now?" he said, rubbing his head and looking at France.

France was staring at the wall, then turned to Britain and smirked. "Oh, you want me to take you to dinner, l'Angleterre? I am sorry, but I 'ave a date with someone else."

England's face turned totally red. "I didn't mean I wanted dinner with you, frog!" he stalked past France, muttering angrily to himself, and left France laughing in the hall after him.

"Hey, bastardo, you know my fratello, Italy?" Romano asked Spain as he put the last of his things away. Spain had decided to stick around, much to Romano's annoyance, as Romano put his stuff away so that they could go to dinner together.

"Aaaww, Italy is your brother? I should've guessed, you guys look so much alike! Yea, he is so cute! I met him last year and…" Spain broke off as Romano put his hands up in front of him, as though trying to ward off Spain's talking.

"I didn't ask for a life story, stupid!" Romano spat, even though he was blushing. Spain had said that he and Italy looked alike, and that he thought Italy was cute. Did that mean Spain thought Romano was cute too? Romano shook off the thought. Spain was older than him, and besides, Romano thought grouchily, people always like my fratello better than me.

"Anyway, do you happen to know who Italy's roommate is? I forgot to ask." Romano asked Spain.

Spain nodded eagerly, jumping at the chance to please Romano. "Oh, yes! Him and Germany! As well as Japan, but isn't it great Italy and Germany are roommates? They're such a cute couple! I hope they finally get together this year…although your brother does seem a bit oblivious to Germany's and his own feelings…"

"WHAT?!" Romano practically roared, and Spain jumped violently. "MY BROTHER IS WITH THAT STUPID POTATO BASTARD?! I'LL-WHO PUT THEM-I'M SO GOING TO PUNCH HIM!" Romano stomped in the direction of the door, only to have Spain step in front of it.

"Whoa, easy there amigo, what's wrong? Germany's an okay guy! Your hermano will be fine. Plus, Japans in there as well, so it's not like Germany can really do anything, not that he would."

Romano was still seething, so Spain smiled widely at him. "Aw, your face is just like a little tomatoe." He cooed, then made his way over to his bed, sitting down. "C'mon, sit on my lap and tell me about it."

Romano stared at him, astonished. Could he really mean it? Romano had known Spain only for a couple hours, if that, and he wasn't even that touchy with his brother. Did Spain really expect him to sit on his lap like some stupid little kid? No, he had to be messing with him.

But apparently he wasn't, because Spain was now patting his lap and beckoning him over.

"I wouldn't touch you if you paid me a million dollars." He snarled toward Spain, and whirled around and walked out the door.

Spain didn't help Romano's temper any, but he did help Romano forget his anger. Romano stalked by his brother's dorm without even pausing.

Inside the dorm, Italy was sprawled out on the bed while Germany was unpacking.

"Geerrrmmaannyy, can we go have dinner now?" Italy said, practically moaning. He wanted pasta.

"Nein. I'm not done packing. You can go if you vant." Germany said, folding his clothes neatly.

"But then Britain will get me!" Italy practically shrieked, trembling with fear. Besides, he wasn't going to go without Germany!

Germany sighed. They had been over this already. "Britain can't hurt you here. Besides, Italy, I'm here." He cringed and blushed slightly.

Italy giggled. "That's true. Grazie Germany!" he said, throwing his arms around Germany.

Germany looked down at Italy's smiling face. Why do I feel like this? Italydoesn't feel like this. Does he?Germany studied Italy's face, but couldn't tell anything.

Italy looked back up at Germany. Ve~Germany has such pretty blue eyes!He thought, as they stared at each other without seeming to realize it. And he is so strong…I wish I were that strong! At least I have Germany to protect me.Italy's eyes left Germany's eyes, and lowered…down to his mouth. His mouth…Italy didn't finish the thought, but Germany was a little scared by the look in his eyes.

Their moment was interrupted by Japan, who walked into the room. "Herro Mr. Germany and Mr. Itary. Are we going to dinner-what are you doing?!" he asked as he took in their position and the way they were gazing at each other. He coughed uncomfortably, suddenly realizing. "Ah, I wirr come back later." He said, blushing slightly.

"Nein, nein, it's okay Japan. We were just about to go to dinner anyway." Germany said, blushing profusely, and he practically pushed Italy away from him and stood up. Italy looked up at him with a sad expression.

The walk to dinner was extremely awkward. Nobody talked. Japan wished he hadn't walked in on Germany and Italy. Maybe then they would have realized their feelings…and it wouldn't be so awkward…he thought. He knew that Germany and Italy liked each other, but they didn't seem to realize it. At least Mr. Germany is noticing.

By the time they sat down with their food, however, things were back to normal. Italy was chattering about pasta and other food-related things, Germany was getting annoyed, and Japan watched them interact, still unused to Western ways.

Across the cafeteria, American was laughing with his American friends obnoxiously loudly, while girls stared at him dreamily. (Japan watched for a moment, then looked away) England was reading something and eating some sort of British food, looking mysterious. France, Spain, and Prussia were hanging out together, being the Bad Touch Trio. Hungary was chatting with some girl Japan didn't know, while Romano, ignoring both waves from Spain and Italy to come eat with them, sat down bad-temperedly by his self. Turkey and Greece were arguing again (Japan just sighed when he saw this) and China was eyeing Russia warily, watching Russia as he happily munched on some food at the same table China was at.

Japan picked at his food, not too hungry. He was more preoccupied with America at the moment. Japan had a difficult time keeping America's attention for any period of time, and he didn't know if America liked England or not. To make matters worse America was rooming with England this year.

Japan shook off his feelings. He didn't even know if America liked him or not, so there was no use worrying about it. He smiled a sad half smile. I am turning into one of those dramatic western girls. Ha ha.

"Hey Japan. Is something wrong? You look a little blue." Germany said, looking up from his meal.

"Oh, uh, no, I am rokay. No need to worry about me." Japan shook his hands frantically, not wanting Germany to realize his crush on America."

"Vell, if you say so…" Japan has been acting so strange lately. I vonder what's wrong. He thought.

The three finished up dinner, and headed back to their dorms. Japan nodded to Britain as he passed him; they were friends, even though Japan was a little jealous of Britain, he kept it to himself.

As the first day of the academy ended, there would be things tomorrow that would be repeated for the rest of the year. Spain would try to hug Romano, and say he was adorable when his face turned red. France would, no matter how much they argued, always wait outside of England's dorm, and they would go to breakfast together before splitting up to eat separately. Hungary would continually hit Prussia with a frying pan, Russia would continue to stalk China, Turkey would always grab Greece by the collar when he saw Greece, and so, so much more. But for tonight, the countries had no more drama for the day, and slept well.

Omg, so sorry for the crappy ending I had no idea how to end that. Okay, wow, that was 10 pages of writing believe it or not. I'm going to warn you I'm a really slow writer, so if it's like a month or more before I update, don't think I'm never going to, I just really suck at updating. Thanks, and please review!