Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, take credit for Hetalia and its characters. All credit goes to Hidekaz Himaruya-sama. All OCs belong to myself and my various friends.

Author's Note: So sorry it took me this long to get this chapter up. A lot of things have happened for me lately; graduated high school, college registration, family drama, and now I'm dieting. Life is tough, yo ; - ; Thank you to all of those who left me reviews~ You're lovely people. Also, Kiera, I know you're reading this fic, my kouhai. Enjoy a shout out from your senpai~

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I didn't give myself time to second guess my decision. Inhaling deeply, I relaxed my shoulders, pocketed my keys, and began the short trip from the sidewalk to the white wooden double-door. Simply knocking would run the risk of them not hearing me, especially if they were upstairs or out back, so I chose the doorbell instead, the sound of chiming bells echoing from inside after my having pushed the button. Several seconds passed by as I stood there in silence, heart beating rapidly and mind racing. What if no one was home? Had they heard the doorbell? Should I push it again? Sweet Jesus what if this was the wrong house? How awkward would that be? My internal conflict was cut short when the door on the right suddenly swung open.

The young man who stood before me was shirtless, wearing only a pair of washed out low riding jeans and nothing else. His skin was tan and, from what I could tell, flawless, the rich tone giving his muscles added definition. A mop of wavy brown hair swept across his forehead and curled around his ears. He was smiling down at me, and the action reaching his kind green eyes. "Hola, señora. You must be our new room-mate, si?" His voice was laced with a Spanish accent, and though I'd never been particularly attracted to anything but Caucasian men, I couldn't help the shiver it sent down my spine.

"Y-Yes," I managed to say, brown eyes wide as I tilted my head up to look him in the eye. I was short at 5'1" ft, my body having refused to grow after 7th grade. The Spaniard easily towered over me, but that was nothing new. Both of my brothers were fairly tall as well, especially Alfred.

"Eso es genial! Welcome, mi amiga!" Before I knew it I was being pulled into a hug by the man, my face pressed up against his bare chest, bringing a light blush to my cheeks. He then pushed me away at arms-length, hands firmly placed on my shoulders. "My name is Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, but you can call me Toni."

The smile on his face was infectious, bringing out one of your own in reply. "Nice to meet you, Toni. I'm Kaitlyn Jacobs." I fidgeted with my jaw length brown hair for a moment, running my hand through its layers out of a nervous habit. "Um, do you think you could help me with the things in my car? My brothers helped me pack, but I'm not exactly athletic, so…"

"Not a problem, chica," came Toni's smooth reply, his sunny disposition still intact as he strolled over to my Camry. I got my keys out of my pocket to unlock the doors and trunk as I rushed to keep up with him, his long legs outpacing my pathetically short ones with ease. Toni was able to handle three boxes at once while I struggled with one, knowing full well the ones he was carrying were filled with books—lots of them. How the hell could he be so strong? Mine only had clothes, for crying out loud!

I followed him into the house, trying my best to keep up while looking at the interior at the same time. The theme was muted shades of brown, cream, and off-white with faded hardwood flooring and cream carpeting. The staircase was much the same, with faded wood railing, trim, and cream carpet covering the steps. It was generic, for lack of a better word, and perfect for college students who didn't have the time or money to worry about how presentable their living space looked.

Once we reached the second story, things began to look a lot more like a typical teenage abode; there were four doors, three of which had their own personal touches. The first had a large cursive F in gold with delicate looking red roses surrounding the base. The words 'la chambre d'amour' were written in wine red—all of it looked to be hand painted. The second door had a large tomato sticker on it, and nothing else. I kid you not, a tomato of all things. Where could a person even buy something like that? The third door was covered in various band stickers, with the word 'awesome' written in black Sharpie in the center. The word egotistical came to mind as I passed by that particular door.

"This is your room, chica," Toni mused as he somehow managed to balance all three boxes with one arm and open the door with another, all without faltering. This door, at the very end of the hall, was still blank, leaving me to store ideas of how to decorate it for a later time. I followed Toni's lead of placing the boxes against the wall to our right before standing up straight and looking over my new room. My bed had already been brought over by the moving company my dad had hired, as well as my desk, dresser, and night table, all of which were white. The closet looked like it was a double-door, but said doors were missing, which was just fine with me; I preferred to have curtains on my closet. Three of the walls were an off-white, with the one on our left having an accent coat of deluded tan. The carpet was light cream, just like the rest throughout the house. A white ceiling fan was currently on high, the lights on it turned off due to the fact that the room was already naturally lit by the sunlight coming through the windows on the left wall and above my bed directly across from us. It wasn't anything extravagant, but it did have its own charm of sorts. I decided I liked it.

Toni never waited for me to comment on my new living space, and instead left me to my inspection while he went to get more boxes. By the time I'd finally turned around to go help him, he was coming up with three more, as well as the bag with my bed sheets and comforter.

"Geez, Toni. You could be a one man moving team. Think of all the money you'd make," I chuckled, smiling warmly at him in thanks. He laughed along with me and gave my short hair a good ruffle with his hand as we descended the stairs. It took us two more trips to get everything into my room, and by that time I was about ready to collapse on my bed. Carrying heavy things and climbing stairs weren't a good combination for physically inferior people such as myself. Toni, as expected, hadn't even broken a sweat. I almost resented him for it. Almost.

"Alright then, chica. I'll leave you to unpack and get settled," he chimed, heading for my door. "Gil and Francis should be here in an hour or two, so you can meet them then."

I stopped in the middle of opening one of my various boxes to watch him leave. "Thanks Toni. You really helped me with… all this. " the words came out in a rush, my need to express my gratitude for not only helping me bring my stuff up, but for also erasing all my fears taking priority over my brain to mouth filter, paramount. Real smooth, Kaitlyn.

"No problema, Katie. I'll be downstairs if you need me."

And, with that, I was left alone with a mountain of boxes to unpack and a room to decorate; challenge accepted, bitches.

Two hours came and went, finding the majority of my mission already accomplished. I'd started with putting all of my clothes away before moving onto my bed. Next came all my books, which I stored in plastic bins I'd bought for just such a reason. I was in the middle of putting all of my videogames on the shelf below my nightstand when I heard the double doors downstairs thud open.

"ZE AWESOME ME IS HOOOOOOME!" came a thunderous voice, thick with a German accent.

Another unfamiliar voice could be heard, but was muffled due to the distance. It sounded French. What was I in, a boarding house for foreigners?

I decided to finish my task before risking going down there, if only for the sake of my nerves. Toni had been great, but what if these two other guys weren't so willing to welcome me into the fold? I worried at my lower lip with my teeth as I contemplated this, neatly stacking my Xbox 360 games on one side of my nightstand's shelf and my PC games on the other.

'I wonder if they have a GameStop nearby…' I thought internally in an attempt to distract myself.

The voices downstairs only got louder as the minutes ticked by. When I placed my final game on the shelf, I pushed myself up from my seated position and turned towards the door, squaring my shoulders. It was now or never. I couldn't avoid meeting the rest of my house-mates forever, now could I? Well, technically I could, but that would involve a lot of sneaking around and locks on my door and that just wasn't a struggle I was willing to deal with.

I could begin to make out words from the conversation going on as I reached the stairs, taking them one at a time in hopes of feeling out the atmosphere before I went down there.

"…helped her get all of her stuff to her room. She's a little thing, but the chica sure does have a lot of stuff." The voice, along with the pet name, easily identified the first voice to be Toni's.

"Ah, but of course, mon ami. Women are blooming flowers who need many things to stay beautiful." This voice was new. It had a musical quality to it, and confirmed my earlier assumption of their being a Frenchmen in the house.

"Vat? Vhy? Ze awesome me needs nothing to maintain mein level of awesome." The third and final voice was the same brash German tone from earlier. I mentally put the pieces together, and decided that the 'egotistical door' belonged to this guy.

"Shush your vulgar mouth, Gilbert. She is obviously a proper lady and her way of living shouldn't be brought into question." Brownie points for Frenchy.

"Some of the boxes were open, there were lots of books. Maybe she's smart?" Bless you Toni. You and your naïve charm.

"Ohonhonhonhon~ A lady with looks and brains? J'aime que." Sudden creeper vibe from Frenchy –instant loss of brownie points.

I still hadn't learned the layout of the house, but I managed to find the trio in the kitchen after a few brief moments of wandering around. From where I was standing, all three had their backs to me while they browsed through the open refrigerator. I couldn't see much of its contents, but I did catch a glimpse of a half empty milk carton and a tub of cookie dough. I'd expected no less.

Toni was still in nothing but his jeans, but at least the other two were fully clothed. With Toni on the right, the man in the middle had his arm hanging over the Spaniard shoulders as they scoured through the various shelves. Said middle-man had shoulder length golden locks with a subtle wave that seemed to be purposely styled that way. He wore a midnight blue cardigan with black slacks and purple socks. His fame was just as tall as Toni's, but his muscles seemed to be a bit more lean, albeit just as plentiful nonetheless. The man on the left also had an identical height and shape, but everything else about him was completely unique. His hair was an off-white with hints of silver and styled and cut in a controlled mess. He wore a skin tight black t-shirt with dark blue jeans and a studded belt, his feet left bare. A wallet peeked out of his back pocket, the word 'awesome' printed across it several times, in several different directions, all in the same bold red text.

Their relaxed form of dress made me feel better about my own attire. I'd decided to play it safe that day, and had worn my favorite plum colored blouse. My legs were clad in a worn out pair of jeans that fit me like no other after so many times of wearing. As for shoes, well, I'd originally been wearing my faded brown boots, but had taken them off at some point while unpacking, leaving my feet in nothing but my Iron Man socks.

Hey man, I'm a nerd. Gotta represent.

I don't know how long I planned on standing there, but before I had the chance to back out of my decision Antonio just so happened to look over his shoulder and notice me. My fate was sealed. I was doomed.

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Eso es genial – That is great

La chambre d'amour – The room of love

J'aime que – I love that