Hey, so this is my first fanfic up on this site. Please don't kill me if it sucks. I'm not that great with humor, so I'm writing this to help me.

Disclaimer:I do not own Hetalia. If I did, it wouldn't be nearly as funny as it is

First day of school always sucks. England figured that out the hard way. Forced to dorm with some random country that he probably doesn't even like didn't appeal to him. Unfortunately, he couldn't do anything about it. He may be a country, but Gakuen World went by a set of strict rules that no country could do anything about.

On the first day of a new year of school, all England really had to look forward to was to be the student council president again. It was the highest authority he'd ever get in that school. He felt quite happy to know that as the student council president, he had the eccentric newspaper club at his mercy.

Reluctantly, he peered at the list of roommates on the student bulletin board. There was only one person he wouldn't mind rooming with, due to similar interests. Unfortunately, the odds, as usual, were against. It took all of his willpower not to throw a tantrum that would shake even the intimidating Russian Federation.

The United Kingdom of Britian and Northern Ireland's roommate was the United States of America.

"You don't look very happy."

England turned, about to yell, "What would you know?" until he saw who had spoken. The only one he wanted as a roommate. The Kingdom of Norway.

"Oh,it's you, Norway," England sighed. "Of course I'm not happy. America is my roommate."

"Ah, I understand."

"You do?" England questioned, suspiciously.

Norway proceeded to explain to England who his own roommate happened to be.

"Feel free to come to my room whenever you want," England consoled. "By the way, are you still in the Newspaper Club?"

"I've had nothing else to do since we were forced to close the Black Magic Club." He sighed. "You set black fire to part of the school once and that's it forever."

"I can't believe to remember that," England responded, impressed. "I thought the side effects of the burns was some memory loss."

"It was. There are things I don't remember," Norway explained. "I know you and Romania aren't much better off."

England chuckled nervously, embarrassed at the memory. The mishap happened only four years ago, but no one,except for the members of the former Black Magic Club, due to the magic in their burns, forgot the incident that nearly destroyed half the school.

England sighed, pulling his luggage.

"I'd better get to my room before America destroys it," he explained, walking away.

"Good luck."

England hurried as fast as his legs and luggage would let him. He wouldn't let America get to their room first. He found his dorm room. He took his key and unlocked the door, hoping no one would be inside. Unfortunately, his luck was still against him.

"Sup, British dude?" loud and absurdly obnoxious America greeted his former "brother"/new roommate.

England nearly passed out.

This is not happening, he thought. America did not get here before me

However, the posters on the walls told another story. Posters of America's favorite comic book heros blazened the walls of the living room. The kitchen had been taped off, presumebly to prevent England from trying to cook anything. After seeing just the front rooms, England feared entering the bedroom.

"So, you like the way I totally decked this place out so far?" America asked, definately not caring for an answer. "It's totally perfect for a hero. And that hero is me!"

England regretted letting Parliament convince him to come back to school.

Please don't hurt me if it's bad. I haven't written fanfiction in a while. I love school based stories and decided to work on my humor using Hetalia. Reviews are nice *hint hint*