Disclaimer - I do not own Hetalia - Or Samsung, which is a Korean washing machine manufacturer. Why am I mentioning this? You'll see...
Here is the second episode. I know it's been a while, but I was busy writing Euro-Drama Farmyard, which has turned out well so far. I've enjoyed the reviews and I hope there will be more to come, and here are replies to some reviews -
ChocolateRoseNinja - Glad you're looking forward to it. Yellow roses are considered to be bad luck in Russia, which is why I mentioned them. I'm not sure what Ib is, so I didn't intend on making any references to it.
Guest - I am Irish and I've never heard it being referred to as the Irish Republic. The names mainly used to distinguish it from Norther Ireland are 'Republic of Ireland' or 'Eire', but 'Ireland' is usually used in informal situations. I'm glad you're enjoying it so far.
dondx - Thank you ;-)
Not a lot happens in this chapter, and it's mainly set up to introduce some new friendships and possible couples. Things should get more eventful later on, but only time will tell.
Enjoy!
(Day 1 - Monday)
Japan's eyes opened. He sat up in his bed and looked at the alarm clock.
4:19am it read.
"I need some water," he said to himself, and he kicked off his duvet and sat up.
"Ah!" exclaimed a voice at the other side of the room, making Japan jump in shock.
"Shush, you don't wanna wake Sweden," hissed the same voice.
"Huh? Who is that?" Japan whispered confusedly.
"It's me, New Zealand," the voice sighed.
"How long have you been awake?" Japan asked him.
"I've been awake for the last hour, but I didn't move in case Sweden heard me. I don't want another ding-dong with him."
"Do you want me to get you some water?" Japan asked.
"Eh…I'll come with you," New Zealand replied, hopping out of bed as Japan opened the door. New Zealand's pyjamas were decorated with animated sheep.
Tonga and Turkmenistan were standing at the end of the corridor in front of the communal washing machine.
"This one is for the whites, right?" Turkmenistan asked, as he held a bottle of laundry detergent.
"Let me see," Tonga replied as she was handed the bottle. "It doesn't say, but I don't think it matters."
"Hi," Japan whispered as he walked over to them with New Zealand.
"Can you two not sleep either?" Tonga asked, and they responded by shaking their heads. "Neither can we. Turkmenistan and I have been up since half one doing laundry."
"I'm trying to make this uniform more wearable," Turkmenistan said, as he scrubbed at the shirt with a steel wool pad. "I think I'm making it worse."
"Er…have you tried just putting it in the washing machine?" Japan asked.
"We didn't want to wake anyone, and neither of us can work it anyway," Tonga explained. "We don't have one where we live."
"Oh, no worries, the new ones make no noise," Japan smiled.
"Hey, the brand is Samsung. That's Japanese, right? Can you help us work it?" Tonga asked.
"It's…Korean," Japan said, twitching his eye. "But I think I can help you anyway. These are white polyester, right? Just move the dial to here, press the green button and…there we go!"
The washing machine made a low humming noise.
"Thanks," Turkmenistan smiled.
"No problem," Japan nodded, before walking off. "At least he didn't mistake me for China."
(7.00am - waking up in the morning)
'BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!' the alarm went several times.
The boys of Room 702 slowly awoke with that, and a series of moans and groans could be heard.
"Ah, good morning, sunshine!" Italy exclaimed enthusiastically as he stretched his arms.
"Italy, it's raining," Germany said as he opened the curtains.
"I've got sunshine on a rainy day," Italy started to sing. "When it's cold outside…"
"Okay, that's enough!" Germany yelled as he started to put on his shirt. "Get dressed quickly and come downstairs."
"Isn't this exciting!?" Italy cheered, leaping out of bed. "Our first day at our new school!"
"Ugh, what a horrible night. I couldn't sleep over all that yelling!" Ireland groaned as he stretched at his cheeks in frustration.
"And it looks like it hasn't stopped," Iceland added, jerking his thumb over at their wall as he fed food to his pet puffin.
Room 701 – Canada, Croatia, Denmark and France
"What have I told you about leaving dirty clothes on the floor!?" Croatia screamed at Denmark.
"Uh…" Denmark replied as drool came out of his mouth.
"I said not to!" Croatia yelled. "How hard is that to understand you bacon-loving drunkard!?"
"Croatia, stop being such a dictator!" France frowned as he walked in between them while tightening his tie. "This ain't Yugoslavia you know!"
"Grrr…" Croatia gritted his teeth before walking into the ensuite bathroom. "I'm getting changed in here!"
France sighed as he flopped down on his bed, "That guy is such a dick! I bet he only feels like bossing us around now that he's part of the EU."
"Uh…yeah…" Denmark replied hesitantly.
Neither of them seemed to notice Canada, who was getting dressed on the other side of the room, and who seemed very freaked out.
(8:00am)
"…what a douchebag!" Austria exclaimed angrily as he sat at a cafeteria table with Slovakia. Both of them were eating eggs and bacon.
"Who's a douchebag?" Czechia asked as she and Hungary sat beside them.
"Slovakia told me that after everyone else left," Austria began between mouthfuls. "Mr United Nations said to the people in Class Otto, 'You're the only ones I could see making it and nobody else has potential."
"Wow. What a dick move," Czechia frowned, folding her arms.
"If that's not bias, then what is?" Hungary added, looking similarly irritated.
"Could the members of class otto please report to my office?" Mr United Nations announced over the intercom. "Your eating area has been relocated. Come on, NOW!"
Slovakia reluctantly got up and headed for the door.
"Er…bye," he said, a cheesy smile on his face as he tried to ignore how pissed off his friends were.
"Oh, how I love fusili in the morning with tomato sauce!" Italy exclaimed excitedly as he ate at a table with Germany and Japan. "Whoopsie daisy!"
"Italy, you got sauce on your shirt!" Germany said angrily, and he got a napkin and started to dab at the stain.
"He's got very nice pecks, hasn't he?" Ireland taunted as he walked past them with Iceland.
"Can you two imbeciles FUCK OFF!?" Germany screamed at them.
"Okay, jeez," Ireland chuckled.
"Let's go sit with Sweden and Denmark," Iceland responded. Ireland nodded at this and they both sat at the table next to Germany and Italy, where the other Scandinavians were sitting.
"Those two…is getting on my last nerve," Germany groaned.
"Oh, cheer up, Germany," Italy smiled, hugging him and giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"You're getting…sauce…on my tie!" Germany yelled, pushing his friend back to his seat.
Japan couldn't help but laugh at this series of events.
"Whose side are you on?" Germany asked angrily. Japan didn't answer, and he continued to eat his bowl of natto in silence.
(9.00am)
"So, where's our homeroom class?" Maldives asked Monaco as they looked at their ridiculously large timetable whilst walking down the corridor.
"Room seven," Monaco replied after clearing her throat.
"We better find it quick, or we're gonna be late," Maldives sighed. "Honestly, they should have given us a map or something. How many rooms does a school for 200 people need?"
"Beats me," Monaco shrugged. "I have an idea. Why don't we just find the first room with a number and then work our way down from there? They're probably in order."
"Sure, it could work," Maldives replied, and she looked at the door in front of them.
'ROOM 25' it read.
"This is going to be a long day," Monaco sighed, slapping herself in the face.
Over in room seven, about half of the class had already arrived, and Canada had just come in the door.
"Hey, bro, over here!" United States exclaimed, waving his arms at his neighbour.
'No way,' Canada thought to himself, and he instead sat at the other side of the room, next to New Zealand.
"Uh…hi," he said hesitantly to the sheep-loving nation.
"Oh, hi Canada," New Zealand said in a very quiet voice. "It's…uh…nice of a fellow Commonwealth member to join me."
"Why are you whispering?" Canada asked.
"He's right behind me," New Zealand mouthed as he gestured his head to the right.
"Who? Norway?" Canada asked.
"Sweden," New Zealand responded while thinking. 'Jeez, and you get mad when people think you're America.'
"I had to share a room with him, and he's so scary," he continued, squeaking with every second word.
"He's not that bad," Canada shrugged. "He just likes order is all. You should try sleeping in the same room as Croatia and Denmark. They couldn't stop arguing all night. I'm not sure if they know I'm in the room."
"You should be grateful," New Zealand frowned. "If only Sweden didn't notice me."
"Hey, Uzbekistan!" Turkmenistan exclaimed as he walked into the room with Tonga. "I haven't seen you all morning. Me and Kyrgyzstan were worried."
"Hmm?" Uzbekistan responded as they both sat beside him. "Oh yes, I showed up 30 minutes early."
"Why?" Tonga asked, raising her eyebrow.
"I was afraid I would get lost, so I set off extra early," Uzbekistan responded as he tightened his tie.
"That's crap," Turkmenistan replied bluntly. "You just wanted to be a suck-up again. It was bad enough when you did it in USSR."
"Can you blame me for not wanting to be Russia's punching bag like the Baltics?" Uzbekistan asked. "Or like you – slaving away all day sewing carpets?"
"I like sewing carpets," Turkmenistan said defensively, folding his arms.
"That's really cool," Tonga complimented, in attempt to change the subjects.
"Not now," Turkmenistan sighed, giving Tonga the hand and she frowned, placing her headband over her eyes.
When Iceland came in with Ireland, Sweden immediately looked up and pointed at two seats to his right.
Iceland walked over, and Ireland was about to follow when Iceland stopped him.
"Ahem, you have somewhere else to go," Iceland told him, and he pointed over at Antigua-Barbuda, who was alone at the front of the class reading.
"Uh…" Ireland said hesitantly.
"I've seen you making eyes at her. Go and talk to her," Iceland hissed, pushing him over, and making him land in the seat next to her.
Antigua-Barbuda looked up from her book and gave him a weird stare.
"Uh…hi," Ireland said awkwardly.
"Hello," Antigua-Barbuda nodded as she fixed her glasses.
"Um…what are you reading?" Ireland asked.
"The Fault In Our Stars," Antigua-Barbuda replied.
"Cool," Ireland nodded, before looking over at Iceland, who gave him the thumbs' up.
"Morning!" announced a teacher who came into the room. She had black hair and was slightly overweight, but she's not important in this story. "I hope you are enjoying your first day at this school."
'Yeah, my first day without a gun,' Switzerland thought angrily.
'My first day having to wear western clothes,' thought Turkmenistan.
'My first day wearing pants,' thought Denmark.
The two neutral nations looked at him weirdly.
'I'm just kidding,' he added angrily.
"Well, I'll do a role-call," the teacher began. "Antigua-Barbuda?"
"Here," the Caribbean nation replied politely.
(9.50am)
"Hello, everyone!" yelled a teacher with a French accent as he stomped into the room. "I am your history teacher. You may call me Mr. M. Please open your text-books on page 205."
"Excuse me, sir!" Maldives piped up, raising her hand. "But I think we should start at…"
Mr M frowned and bent over to face her.
"Are you contradicting me?" he asked angrily.
"N-n-no," Maldives replied nervously.
"I don't like your hair, miss. That white streak goes against school policy. Or it should at least. I don't want to see it again," Mr M frowned. "Understood?"
"Y-yes, sir," Maldives nodded affirmatively. Monaco sat beside her, shaking her head.
"Good. Now, I think it would be a good exercise for your brains if we did the curriculum in a different order. We will start this year with the Cold War."
(Moscow, 1957 –
"Okay, people, let's stand up! Our Warsaw Pact meeting can begin," Russia smiled, as the other countries in the room stood up. "Let's do a quick check to make sure nobody slips off this time."
He glared at Hungary as he said this. She hung her head in shame.
"Albania," Russia called out.
"Here," said a guy with dark brown hair and an eyepatch.
"Bulgaria," Russia continued.
"Here," replied the Balkan nation.
"Czechoslovakia."
"Here," Czechia sighed as she sat beside Hungary.
"East Germany."
"The great and mighty Pr-I mean-Germany is here!" exclaimed Prussia, who was wearing a blonde wig.
"And who is next on the list?" Russia pondered aloud. "Oh, would you look at that? Hungary, I hope you are present."
"Well, it's not like I had a choice," Hungary pouted.
"I haven't forgotten that stunt you did last year!" Russia yelled, poking her in the chest.
That annoying voice from the dub started talking as Japanese text went along the screen – "In 1956, Hungary, after several years of communist rule, had a revolution against Russia."
The screen flashed several times depicting a Hungarian army attacking Russia, and Hungary getting shot in the head.
"…I want you to do questions 1-10 for homework!" Mr M exclaimed.
"Wah!" Hungary yelled, her eyes widened.
"I'm sure that will be no problem for you, miss," Mr M said, glaring at Hungary.
"N-no," Hungary nodded, before the bell rang.
"Honestly," Czechia frowned as they walked out of the room. "You'd think they'd be more sensitive with that kind of topic. Having someone else running your country is not fun."
Hungary nodded in agreement.
(10.30am)
"That teacher hated you," Monaco laughed her head off as she and Maldives stood in the lunch queue.
"Hey, shut up," Maldives said, giving her gambling friend a light punch, before someone shoved themselves between them.
"Hey!" Maldives yelled. "Wait your t…"
She froze when the figure turned around.
"S-S-Somalia," Maldives said, stuttering.
"M-M-Maldives," Somalia mimicked, before shoving the island nation out of the queue.
"Hey, Monaco, a little help!" Maldives exclaimed.
Somalia glared at her.
"I-I have no idea who she is," Monaco said quickly.
Maldives gritted her teeth before walking off.
"I'll get you some food," Monaco mouthed at her, to which Maldives smiled.
"…and on top of that croissant I'd like some more nutella, and I'd also like some…"
"You've already ordered half the cafeteria!" Croatia yelled at France from behind. "I'd like to get some food!"
"Croatia, you're so rude. I'm almost done," France frowned. "…now, I'd like some fries on the side…"
"I'VE BEEN STANDING HERE FOR FIVE MINUTES!" Croatia screamed, and he started punching France in the arm.
"Croatia and France, to the office please," Mr United Nations announced over the intercom.
"Son of a chien!" France cursed, before they both stomped off.
"Free food!" Canada, who was standing behind them with New Zealand, and the latter was about to pick up the tray when a hand behind him beat him to it.
"Dibs," Sweden said, grinning, with Denmark by his side.
"A-all yours," New Zealand said, stammering, before they both ran off.
"See what I mean," he hissed at Canada.
"Oh please, at least he doesn't mean it," Canada replied. "Croatia, Denmark and France on the other hand…ugh! They're worse than America!"
"Huh, what about me?" America asked, walking up to them. "Hey, Canada, I've got some calculus homework for you to do…"
"SUCK IT!" Canada screamed, his face red with frustration.
"Jeez, what's gotten in your diaper," America frowned before walking off. "Maybe I can get Ireland to do it."
Canada looked very satisfied with himself for standing up to his brother.
"Wow, every cloud does have a silver lining," New Zealand smiled, folding his arms. "Now look, there's a couple of seats next to Australia."
Iceland and Ireland were both walking across the cafeteria. Ireland was carrying bacon and cabbage, while Iceland had potato and boiled cod.
"You know, this school may suck, but they've got good food here," Ireland commented. "How do…"
"Hey, look," Iceland hissed, pointing at Antigua-Barbuda, who was having a conversation on a payphone nearby.
"I see," Ireland nodded in satisfaction. "Though I'm not sure if I should do this. I think I'm being too forward."
"Nonsense," Iceland replied, pushing him over. "Go get 'em, tiger!"
"…yeah, I miss you too! I'll make sure to get a Christmas flight back home. Love you!" Antigua-Barbuda blew a kiss through the phone before putting down the receiver.
"Hey there," Ireland said in a sexy voice.
"Uh…hi," Antigua-Barbuda said awkwardly. "So…"
"Well, I was wondering, would you like to go on a date this weekend?" Ireland asked. "I heard there's a really nice fancy restaurant on campus. My treat."
"You're really forward," Antigua-Barbuda chuckled. "But I'm sorry, I'm gonna have to turn you down. I'm taken."
"Oh. Who?" Ireland asked.
"Sint Maarten," the Caribbean girl replied.
"Is he a country? Does he go here?" Ireland asked.
"He's an island in the Caribbean. Part of Netherlands," Antigua-Barbuda described. "Never-mind. Anyways, I need to get to lunch. Bahamas won't wait forever."
"You got rejected! You get rejected!" yelled a heavily drunk Denmark once Ireland had explained what happened.
"I'm really sorry," Sweden sighed, before shouting – "Now get your head out of your salad!"
Ireland quickly looked up. There were bacon bits all over his face.
"This better not become a running gag," he griped.
(Art class -)
"Finally," Russia said to himself in satisfaction as he drew a picture of a bluebird. "A class away from Belarus, and a seat behind Lithuania. Such bliss."
He shuddered at the thought of his incestuous sister.
He tore some paper off of his sketchpad and put it in his mouth, before spitting it into Lithuania's hair.
"Arrgh!" the Baltic nation screamed, before waving his hand. "Teacher, teacher!"
"Yes," the male teacher answered, walking over. He had a Floridan accent and was bald. "What's up?"
Lithuania pointed at Russia accusingly, and pointed at the spitball in his hair.
"Detention, after the last class," the teacher frowned, handing Russia a slip of paper.
As he walked off, Russia glared at Lithuania angrily and held up his fist. Lithuania looked very underwhelmed, and he stuck out his tongue before going back to drawing.
Croatia sat beside Serbia at the front of the room.
"Hey, bro," Serbia said, nudging his brother. "How are you?"
"I have detention this evening so…not bad," Croatia laughed. "Hey, have you seen Bosnia?"
"I haven't seen him all day," Serbia groaned. "Ever since Mr United Nations made him and Slovenia move to that other room for lunch – there's something I don't trust about the guy."
"I hear he's playing favourites," Croatia told him. "France said he heard from Hungary that…"
"Croatia, stop talking!" the teacher yelled. "You've already got one detention today – you wouldn't want to make that two."
"Sorry," Croatia apologized politely. Once the teacher walked away, he placed his hat over his face.
(Science class -)
Class sette sat in one of the labs in alphabetical order as the female teacher (who had a London accent) continued explain hormones to them.
"Now, when someone sees someone else who they love, chemicals are released in their brain," the teacher continued. "For most people, this happens between a man and a woman, though occurrences between a man and a man, and a woman and a woman are not uncommon."
Sweden beamed briefly before America started to wave his arm in the air frantically – "Miss, miss, miss!"
"Yes, United States," the teacher sighed.
"I'm afraid you must be mistaken," America told her. "For it is common knowledge that is a choice for who someone falls in love with."
England, who was sitting beside him, banged his head of the desk.
"That's not what happens," he groaned. "Have you ever gotten information from somewhere besides your Bible?"
"Hey!" America exclaimed, frowning. "It's a sacred book! It was given to us by God!"
"Asshole!" Sweden yelled, turning around to face him.
"Okay, class, please settle down!" the teacher yelled. "I MEAN IT!"
This shut up, and Sweden and America both folded their arms, looking very grumbly.
"Idiots. Everyone knows the Muslims were right," Uzbekistan, who was sitting beside America, thought to himself. "But this could make for some interesting psychology material."
"Phew, what a day!" Turkmenistan sighed, as he, Tonga and Uzbekistan walked back to the dorm.
"Let's go back to my dorm," Tonga said. "Maldives and Monaco will probably get lost again."
"Sounds good," Turkmenistan nodded. "You coming?"
"Nah," Uzbekistan replied. "I need to do some…uh…studying."
"You sure? It might be hard with UK and USA in the room," Tonga told him. "You remember their fight in science, right?"
"Yes, and I'm counting on a repeat," Uzbekistan replied, an evil smile on his face, as he walked off.
Tonga and Turkmenistan both looked at each other in confusion, before Tonga got out her key and opened her dorm room.
New Zealand knocked on the door of Room 701, still wearing his school clothes.
"It's open," came a faint voice from inside.
He pushed down the door handle and walked in to see Canada sitting on the ground doing homework. He was dressed in a hoody and tracksuit pants.
"Hey, where is everyone?" New Zealand asked.
"Croatia and France have detention, and Denmark…I don't know where he is," Canada informed. "Oh wait, Sweden came here a minute ago and dragged him out while he was unconscious on the floor. Can I help you?"
"I just needed somewhere to study. I can hear all these sucking noises coming from my dorm," New Zealand explained.
"Ew!" Canada exclaimed looking up from his science book with a disgusted look on his face.
(Meanwhile in Room 703…)
"ARRGH, MAKE IT STOP!" Netherlands screamed as he clung onto Japan, and they both watched Sweden and Denmark make out on another bunk.
"Come to me, Denmark! Let's play hockey!" Sweden groaned in satisfaction. "Tonsil hockey!"
Denmark opened his eyes and tried to talk, though it was pretty difficult with Sweden's tongue in his mouth.
Netherlands clenched his eyes tight and continue to tug hard on Japan, who didn't seem to take notice and looked rather intrigued.
"It doesn't compare to full scale yaoi, but this is entertainment gold!" he squealed, his arms in the air in excitement.
"AHHHHHHHH!" Netherlands screamed again, not believing what was happening.
"I sure hope Netherlands and Japan don't walk in on them," New Zealand sighed, to which Canada shuddered. "So, it's these questions for maths, right?"
Canada peered over New Zealand's book, and his hair brushed off of New Zealand's.
"This feels nice," New Zealand said.
"What?" Canada asked in confusion.
"Nothing," New Zealand added quickly, his face going red. "This feels nice? What's going on! Is this the chemical that the science teacher was talking about!?"
"Okay," Canada nodded uncertainly. "Yeah, those are the right questions."
"Good," New Zealand replied, before groaning to himself.
There was a knock on the door of room 705.
England walked over to answer it, but America beat him to it.
"Pizza delivery," said a guy at the door. "That'll be €9.99."
"Awesome!" America exclaimed, handing him a €10 note, before closing the door again and noticing a frown on England's face.
"You ordered a pizza!?" he exclaimed angrily.
"Well, yeah, I was feeling a little peckish," America replied. "It's pepperoni."
"I'm not hungry," England frowned.
"You sure?"
England sighed, "I might have a slice…or two."
"Hey, Uzbekistan, do you want any?" America called up to their roommate, who was sitting on the top bunk and was busy doing what appeared to be homework.
"I'm fine, thanks," Uzbekistan nodded as he continued to scribble stuff down on an exercise book.
'Loves pizza,' he thought as he continued. 'I'm not really sure how I can use this as an experiment, but I'll think of something.'
"Are you okay up there? You look very secretive," England commented.
"I'm fine, I'm just…very homesick," Uzbekistan replied hesitantly.
"So, what was it like living in Russia's house?" Tonga asked as she and Turkmenistan sat on the ground in her room.
"It sucked," Turkmenistan sighed. "We had no say in how he ran our lives, and he dictated everything that we did. I was usually stuck in my room sewing carpets, but it could have been worse – I could have been Latvia."
"Oh," Tonga sighed, before the door opened and Maldives and Monaco both rushed in, gasping for breath.
"We were running around for ages trying to find our rooms," Maldives panted.
"But then we realized it was in another building," Monaco added. "So…er…we're sorry if we interrupted anything."
"It's fine," Turkmenistan replied, getting up off the ground. "I should go back to my room now."
"Bye," Tonga said, waving as her friend left the room.
She sighed to herself.
"What?" Maldives asked as she and Monaco sat down on either side of her.
"Nothing," Tonga said quickly, but the two girls clearly weren't going to move away. "Okay…I think I like Turkmenistan…"
"Aw," they both cooed.
"Yeah, I know, I know," Tonga sighed. "But I'm not sure how to approach him. He's been a good friend to me so far, and I'm afraid this could ruin it too soon."
"Don't worry about it," Monaco told her. "In a relationship, it's best to just go for things. Tell him how you feel, and if he doesn't feel the same way, who cares? You're taking a chance."
"No, don't listen to her," Maldives advised. "I think you should wait a bit. Get to know him, maybe check out what his orientation is. Don't be too forward, whatever you do. You don't wanna be Ireland."
"Ireland is Ireland – he has a reputation, and he usually only hits on girls for…you know…the one on one," Monaco said.
"…and you don't want to end up like him," Maldives added.
"Maldives, do you have to be such a worry-wart?" Monaco asked angrily.
"A worry wart? Excuse me for wanting to get somewhere in life instead of wasting everything away!" Maldives exclaimed.
Tonga, who was still sitting between them, let out a loud yawn. "I'm tired," she said. "I'm going to bed. Don't argue too loud."
"It's only quarter to seven," Maldives pointed out.
"Yeah…I'm still getting used to the time zone," Tonga stated. "Maybe Turkmenistan and I can get up early again to do laundry."
"You just keep living the dream," Monaco sighed sarcastically as Tonga changed into her pyjamas.
Japan continued to have a huge smile on his face as he watched Sweden continue to suck Denmark's face.
"Okay, I've had enough!" Netherlands yelled, and he stomped over to them with a can of aerosol, and sprayed Sweden's face.
"Ack!" the Scandinavian screamed, waving his hands in the air and accidentally hitting Denmark in the nose.
"Ouch!" Denmark yelled, his eyes suddenly widening. "Where am I? What am I doing on Sweden's lap?"
"Oh…you were…er…showing me how to build a Lego structure," Sweden hesitantly before thinking, "Seriously, you couldn't have thought of anything better?"
"I don't see any structure," Denmark said in confusion.
"That's…er…because Netherlands put it away, but thanks anyway. Good night!" Sweden pushed Denmark out of the door before turning to Netherlands and frowning.
"I-I-I'm sorry," Netherlands said, trembling with fear. "I just thought things were getting out of…hand."
"You wouldn't understand," Sweden frowned. "I'm taking a nap. Don't make any noise, got it!?"
"Of course," Netherlands said quickly. "I…er…have some homework to do anyway."
Turkmenistan turned the key into his dormitory and walked inside. Switzerland and Turkey were both inside the dorm doing homework.
Neither of them said anything to him as he sat on his bed and stood still.
"Tonga's such a great girl to hang out with," he thought. "We're creating such a beautiful friendship, and she's definitely a lot better than hanging with Uzbekistan. Do I like her? No…maybe…yes…but what would she think back…"
His thoughts were interrupted by Turkey, who said, "Turkmenistan, you're not really doing anything. Can you come over here?"
"Sure," Turkmenistan replied, and he walked over.
"Close your eyes and stand still," Turkey told him. Turkmenistan looked hesitant, but closed them anyway.
After a couple of seconds, he heard a banging noise, and opened his eyes. Turkey was sitting on his bed before him holding a test tube, and his face was covered in black soot.
"Haha, nice try!" Switzerland laughed from his top bunk.
Turkmenistan looked very irritated.
"Augh, I'm tired," he yawned, and he lay down on his bed. "Don't wake me up."
With that, he was out in three seconds.
"Man, he's a heavy sleeper," Turkey commented. "If you'll excuse me, I need to take a shower."
"You do that," Switzerland replied, only half-listening.
So yeah, that was chapter two. Just a little collection of scenes to set up some relationships between the main cast. Hopefully it wasn't too confusing, and I should have full storylines from the next chapter onwards.
I have a new poll up - who is your favourite of the Class Sette OCs - vote for up to 4 choices, but I will leave it there for a few more chapters, since some of them will take longer to develop than others.
Here's a recap of the cast -
(OCs are in italics).
Room 701 - Canada, Croatia, Denmark, France
Room 702 - Germany, Iceland, Ireland, Italy
Room 703 - Japan, Netherlands, New Zealand, Sweden
Room 704 - Switzerland, Turkey, Turkmenistan
Room 705 - United Kingdom, United States, Uzbekistan
Room 706 - Antigua-Barbuda, Belgium, Czech Republic, Hungary
Room 707 - Maldives, Monaco, Tonga
Class uno - Afghanistan Benin Bhutan Burkina-Faso Central-African-Republic Chad Cote-D'Ivore Ethiopia Gambia Guinea Guinea-Bissau Haiti Kiribati Mali Mozambique Nauru Niger Pakistan Papua-New-Guinea Senegal Sierra-Leone Somalia South-Sudan Tuvalu
Class due -
Angola Bangladesh Burundi Cambodia Cameroon Congo-(Dem Rep) Djibouti Egypt Ghana Laos Liberia Madagascar Mauritania Morocco Nepal Nicaragua Nigeria Rwanda Sudan Tanzania Timor-Leste Togo Uganda Yemen
Class tre -
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Albania Argentina Australia Austria Bulgaria Chile Costa-Rica Cyprus Greece Israel Korea-South Kyrgyzstan Macedonia Moldova Mongolia Montenegro Qatar Romania Serbia Spain Sri-Lanka St-Kitts-and-Nevis Trinidad-Tobago Uruguay
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