A/N: Not my first fanfiction, but probably the first that's going to be posted. College AU!

"Bugger off!"

Mathias laughed boisterously from his hard, uncomfortable plastic seat in the lecture auditorium. He loved when things got spiced up. Life, in his opinion, was short and way too boring for most of the way. It was as bland as his one of his classmate's cooking.

Said English student, Arthur Kirkland, was currently trying to melt down into his seat, dirty blonde locks framing his face as his emerald eyes widened considerably, his face reddening from utter embarrassment as everyone turned to look at him. Shooting a quick glare towards the French student who had elicited the outburst from him (he was known for giving Arthur no peace), he returned his attention to continuing his notes.

The French student smirked at his success, then turned towards Mathias' direction. Damn, that laugh of his really was noticeable if someone from almost completely across the auditorium could pinpoint his location based on that alone.

The French boy gave a gracious wink towards Mathias, making said Danish student recoil in disgust. Francis Bonnefoy, college senior and always the flirt. Male, female, young, old, you name it, he'd try to seduce the living daylights out of it. He had been caught more than once at parties attempting to woo a cup or table, even a student's cat in his drunken state.

Francis' coy grin only grew at the negative reaction, before quickly jerking his head to flip his shoulder-length, glossy blond hair back. Mathias discreetly threw him the finger, in turn causing the flamboyant senior to gasp quietly before huffing and turning his attention back to the professor.

Snickering to himself in devilish delight, Mathias went back to his notes, only to notice that he must've tried taking notes for a pointless doodling art class that taught how to poorly draw guitars and drum sets. Crap, must've not been paying attention.

Trying to vaguely recall what his North American History professor had been droning on and on about for the past 50 minutes in a panic, Mathias pushed back all thoughts of promiscuous French boys out of his head.

"An-ton-i-o!" Francis sang smugly as he ran to catch up with the Spanish brunette. Antonio kept walking across the campus as if he hadn't heard him. In fact, is he walking even faster? Francis thought as he hurriedly tried to get to the Spaniard's side. "Antonio. Antonio. Anton-io! You cannot escape from me!" Said brunette's back started to get smaller by the second as he increased his pace towards his dorm. "Antonio Fernandez-Carriedo!"

Finally just giving up seemed to be less annoying than hearing his name every time his heart beat to the usually cheery Spaniard. "Yes, what is it?" he sighed from over his shoulder as he paused to let his friend catch up.

"Why-huff-would you-huff-try to avoid me like that?" Francis gasped out as he finally ran to the Spaniard's side. He wasn't known for being the most athletic, in fact, he was often ridiculed at his decline of strength from his earlier years.

"I don't know, maybe because you tried to sexually harass little Lovi." Antonio replied flatly.

Lovino Vargas was a short tempered boy born and raised in the south of Italy. However, he had just recently applied to World Academy a while back, the famous international college accepting bright students from around the world. He used to be Antonio's dorm mate during his freshman year and Antonio's sophomore, but was moved after the first year to dorm with a German in the same year as him.

This was due to the students from the dorm rooms around them complaining they were tired of going to sleep with the sound of "DAMN TOMATO BASTARD!" ringing in their heads. He had just been recently moved again from his living arrangements with the German to just dorm with his brother that was raised by their grandfather in the north of Italy. A whole lot of students, even ones who were in different dorm buildings, immediately filed various complaints against Lovino and the German, Ludwig, for strings of screamed profanity that lasted even longer into the night. It's been a whole lot quieter lately ever since he was moved in with his brother, but most students by know had figured out that both Antonio and Lovino were into each other.

"I cannot believe you're still hung up about that! And besides, I was not harassing - little Lovino was just so… so cu-te…" Francis trailed off dreamily. Antonio promptly whacked him over the head. "What's wrong with you Francis? I thought you were my friend!"

"I am. Friends can get interested in their friends' friends, can't they?" Francis whined. "Unless… are you into little Lovino?" he inquired with an air of suggestiveness.

"I-ugh, of-of course not!" Antonio near yelled, as he opened up the door to his building. "Leave me alone, Francis!"

"Why, dear Antonio, this is my building too." Francis remarked innocently. Antonio groaned and continued to increase his pace, praying that God would have mercy on him and just let the pair get to his dorm already, where he would have time to himself. He got the lucky status of having no dorm mate, which meant less time trying to deal with another student and more time to finish that Biology essay that was due tomorrow.

"Ludwig will most likely make me be completely silent again. I mean, he doesn't even let me bring girls into the dorm!" Francis complained loudly. 'It's against the rules and you should acknowledge that before your raging hormones." He mocked, trying to create a poor imitation of Ludwig's thick German accent.

Finally, thank you, God! Antonio cheered inwardly as he caught sight of his door. "Look Francis, I'm sorry you got stuck with the most prudent guy in the school, but really, your hormones were only lightly described when he said 'raging." Antonio fumbled to get the key out of his turquoise uniform jacket as swiftly as he could, and jammed it into the his doorknob, giving it a strong flick of his wrist to unleash the relieving click into the air.

"It is not my hormones! It is simply love, my dear Spanish friend! Love!" Francis cried out dramatically, slamming one hand down on his chest while he positioned the other on his forehead.

"Okay Francis, that's very nice but goodbye!" Antonio rushed through his words as he opened and sped through his door like lightning, and thrust the door closed with all of his might.

"Oh my God. Dealing with him was as hard as learning how to play you." Antonio declared, aghast, to his favorite acoustic guitar, as he slid his back down the door before hitting the floor.