"I'm so excited! I wonder if they will have pasta at lunch! I hope they do! If they don't, I will bring some. We can share!" Italy was rambling into the phone.
It has been this way since the nations were told they were to attend school. "It will help connect with this fickle generation." Germany recalled the meeting, grimly. In his opinion, their bosses were looking for an excuse to get rid of them for a while. He was brought out of his daydream when he realized that the bubbly Italian was asking him a question.
"Germany, we will have to use human names right...?" The German noted Italy's change in tone. He understood why and it didn't make the answer any better. He scratched the back of his head before mumbling into the phone. It has become an unspoken agreement between the nations. First names ment a higher level of intimacy or if the two nations were very close in friendship. Although because of the first reason, nations shyed away from telling others. The only people who knew Germany's human name was Italy and his own brother, Prussia.
"Yes, as awkward as it will be. Especially with some of the others..." His voice trailed off as he thought the other nations. He shivered but continued. "We know each others though."
Italy remembered when they shared names. It was towards the end of WWII. They told each other because they didn't know if they would make it out of the battle. "Yes," he paused, "yours is Ludwig.
Germany shifted in the chair he was sitting in. "Ja. Yours is Feliancio." Dammit, it shouldn't feel this awkward, we are best friends after all.
Italy smiled now that the awkward moment was over with. "I wonder if any of the others know each others names." He started thinking about the nations.
"I would think so. England might know France's, considering they grew up together. He may know America's, since he raised him. Prussia knows Hungary's, even if he hasn't told me what it is." Germany said, thinking about nations' relationships towards each other.
"Don't forget about Austria and Hungary. Their countries were once an empire together." Italy said, happily, as he remembered his childhood. "Maybe- ITALY GET THE DOOR AND STOP TALKING TO THAT POTATO BASTARD!" Italy was startled as his brother yelled from the kitchen.
Germany scowled as he heard Romano call him the ridiculous nickname. "See you at school Monday Fel- Italy." The German said, hoping the Italian didn't notice his slip-up.
"See you at school Germany!" He said, excitedly, choosing to ignore Germany accidentally almost saying his name.
They immediately hung up. Nervousness and excitement flowing through their veins as they wondered what school will be like. None of the nations had actually been to a school. To make matters worse, it is a private school in America, they would have to leave their countries. All except America of course. Canada would be close also, being America's northern neighbor.
Italy went to the front door, skipping practically, to open the door and sign for a box. He waved as the mailman left and he looked questionably at the box but pushed it inside. He cut it open as he ran and got scissors from the kitchen, ignoring the shouts from his brother. His took a school uniform, in a plastic bag, out of the box. He set it aside as he read the letter that was taped to the bag.
"ROMANOOOOOOOO! WE GOT UNIFORMS AND OUR DORM INFORMATION!" Romano ran down the hall and took his uniform and looking at his letter.
"You have to be kidding me..." Romano said, unbelievingly.
"We are dorm partners with Germany and Japan!" Italy yelled, grinning from ear to ear. He hugged his brother.
"NOOOOOOOOO!" Romano cried to the ceiling, believeing that the world hated him.
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To be continued...