Chapter 2

Warnings, swearing, talk of sexuality

Note, names that haven't appeared in the last chapter will be introduced at the bottom.

Disclaimer, I disclaim ownership.

Enjoy~

"Louise!" Daisy called, rapping excitedly on her dorm door. She held back giggles as she heard someone inside trip over something, followed by extremely loud cussing. Daisy was so excited to be back in school, she could skip to the shuttle buses and then to the auditorium for the welcome back speeches. She wondered when Louise was going to come out, it was so nice in the hallway.

She had only been at St Hetalia for the year prior, but it was so much fun! Except that she hadn't been elected onto student council again and she knew Louise would be lonely and awkward and she was so excited to see Louise again! Daisy giggled, this time out loud.

The door finally opened, revealing a short, blonde, very irritated girl in a long, pink nightgown, short blonde hair sticking up us she glowered at Daisy.

Louise came up behind her, sighing and looking at Daisy with a disdained look. Daisy grinned happily at Louise, face aglow with joy at seeing her friend again.

The unfamiliar blonde rolled her eyes, muttering something about tripping over her shoes to answer the door to a half-dressed idiot who wasn't even looking for her. Louise tried to smile apologetically, a small smile, but the blonde waltzed off with a sneer after telling Daisy to put some pants on.

Daisy looked down. Indeed, she was missing the skirt part of her uniform. Louise's face fell as she realized that this would be one of Daisy's off days. She shook her head, shuffling back into her room, leaving her door open though, signalling that she would be back.

Daisy's eyes welled up with tears as a thought occurred to her. What if Louise… hated her? Daisy shook her head and changed her mind. She couldn't bear the thought of Louise not liking her any more, so she didn't think about it. Daisy grinned again as Louise reappeared with one of her own skirts, holding it out for Daisy to put on.

Daisy leapt forward with vigour, clutching Louise tightly, skirt in hand, Louise's face as red as the stripes on Daisy's underwear.

"Thank you so much Louise! I don't know what I would do without you! I was just so excited to see everyone, especially you, that I guess I just forgot to put my skirt on!" Daisy bubbled excitedly, squeezing Louise closer, popping her leg up right as her two roommates entered the hallway.

Katarina gaped as her younger sister clung to Louise, only half uniform-clad. Her face grew red. "Daisy!" She yelled, tearing her sister off of Louise, Louise breathing a tiny sigh of relief as her face heated up too, embarrassed because of the awkward timing and relieved now that Daisy would probably put a skirt on before Louise's irritable, Swiss roommate came out again.

"Oh, hi Katarina!" Daisy cried excitedly, attempting to hug her sister too. "You were asleep when I was leaving, so I didn't wake you up! She was awake, though," Daisy said after being pushed off by her sister, pointing to Katarina's companion, "and she promised to wake you up!"

"Im So-Young," Katarina turned to her other roommate, fury blazing in her eyes. "You let my sister leave the room without wearing her skirt?"

She shrugged, the elongated sleeves of her uniform covering her hands completely. "She was wearing cute panties, so I figured it was okay."

"Tch," Katarina rolled her eyes. "You sound like such a lesbian." So-Young covered her heart in mock dramatics, pretending to have been stabbed, but didn't comment any further, so Katarina turned on Louise. "And you," she snarled "stop trying to take advantage of my sister while she doesn't have any pants on." She tugged on Daisy's hand as she tried to pull the skirt on while standing up, falling over once or twice. Eventually, Katarina pulled her sister down the hallway, away from Louise and Im So-Young.

So-Young looked at Louise, grinning widely, a mischievous glimmer in her brown eyes, a long curl that had strayed from her otherwise perfect braid bouncing around as she breathed heavily. Louise stared back awkwardly before the Korean gave her a quick thumbs up and dashed off down the hall, opposite to the way Katarina and Daisy had left fuming and teary, respectively.

Louise turned to amble back into her room to get dressed when she bumped into Anna, who was standing right behind her, evidently listening to the conversation. Louise murmured a quiet apology, attempting to move out of the shorter girl's way, but Anna sidestepped every time Louise did, blocking her way into the room stubbornly.

Louise sighed, a little bit confused. "Can I help you?"

Anna looked up at her, pouting. "Stop bringing them back here, it's annoying to listen to them fight. And I saw Daisy in her underwear enough last year, when I was rooming next to you two. Katarina's just loud. I'll kick you out," Anna threatened, leering up at Louise.

Slightly caught off guard by Anna demeaning talk, Louise nodded reluctantly. "I'm sorry about them," she tried.

"I don't care. It's a handful." Anna snapped, before stepping out of the room gracefully, adjusting her white beret as she went. Louise watched her go, Anna meeting up with a younger boy who looked exactly like her, save for pants vs. skirt and a maroon tie in his hair. He must've been a freshman, because he looked quite young. Anna quickly fixed his suspenders before hurrying him off down to the stairwell at the end of their hall.

Louise shuffled back into the room again, this time looking for her other clean skirts, one of which she no doubt would have to lend Daisy again today for losing another article of clothing. Hopefully she wouldn't lose her shirt somewhere; Louise didn't have any other shirts that her sister hadn't 'accidentally' stolen again. Sometimes, Daisy could be a handful.

Michael was rudely woken up to the sound of two voices arguing loudly. Or rather, one voice yelling and the other sniffling. He rolled his eyes at his roommates' antics, opting to sleep through another one of Nikolai's lectures to his older brother. Pulling his fish-shaped pillow over his head, Michael attempted to doze off until the sound of his alarm went off.

Unluckily, Nikolai was really pissed off this morning. Michael groaned, changing his mind, deciding to listen to them fight again. Michael had learned this in the past two days that Nikolai and Krystiyan argued constantly, even if most of the argument was one-sided.

"Ugh, stop crying!" Nikolai cried, presumably throwing his arms up as he probably paced around Krystiyan. Krystiyan sniffled again, Michael rolling over again so he could gaze over his pillow at the unfolding scene. Good thing he grabbed a top bunk, otherwise he might never sleep.

Krystiyan furiously rubbed his eyes, short blonde hair pulled back at the front by two black pins. Nikolai sneered unhappily, regarding his older brother as he desperately tried to stop the tears welling in his blue eyes, the fat blobs balancing on his impossibly long blonde eyelashes.

Lucky for Krystiyan someone knocked on the door rapidly and interrupted their little spat before Nikolai could go on about how Krystiyan needed to man up. Krystiyan sat on his bed as Nikolai stomped over to the door, opening it widely. Ivana stood in the doorway, smiling until she saw who had opened the door. Her eyes went wide with horror.

"I did not know you were rooming with Krystiyan." Ivana choked out. Nikolai forcefully let go of the doorknob, revealing a large dent that hadn't been there before. He grinned maliciously.

"Oh, big sister! How great of you to come! Please come in," Nikolai said through grit teeth, a strange phenomenon to happen while he tried to hide his inner glee. Ivana looked up and down the halls hopefully, looking for an escape route. Her face fell when the hallways echoed emptily. She looked back at Nikolai fearfully.

"I just came to pick up Krystiyan to walk him to the orientation." Ivana said uncomfortably, unwilling to enter the dorm room as Nikolai muttered something about getting married before conversing again.

"Krystiyan is a man, so he can probably walk himself. Perhaps I should accompany you instead," Nikolai offered, hanging off of Ivana's arm. "And then we can get married," he said quickly, almost too quiet to hear. Ivana's face grew flush with horror.

"No, that's okay! I think I see Regina down the hallway, actually!" Ivana quickly refused, sending Krystiyan an apologetic, yet terrified look before she rushed off, short skirt flipping around her hips. Nikolai slammed the door shut angrily before clawing it out again, regretting not going after his sister as she left. Nikolai looked at Michael and then down to Krystiyan before hurrying out of the room, calling after Ivana.

Michael looked down at Krystiyan who had become less of a snivelling mess and was busily adjusting the red bow tied around his collar. He looked up, catching Michael staring.

"Sorry," he apologized weakly before getting up and picking up his shoes, slipping them on silently and cautiously checking the hallway before sneaking out. Michael watched before checking the time on his watch, eyes opening in shock. If he didn't get up now, he was going to be so late and he could not afford that.

Michael ran around the room, gathering his uniform so he could catch a shuttle bus to the auditorium before the last one left. Looks like he would have to forgo breakfast again this morning…

Tori sat on the bench just outside the shuttle bus station with Felicity, nervously tapping her feet as Felicity fixed her hair in a compact, babbling on about how she had painted her room over the summer break. ('Like, it's totally pink now'). She looked over at the adjacent station, small bus hovels across the tiny street from each other. Why St Hetalia needed a shuttle bus to get to school, Tori would never know. It was easily a 20-30 minute walk to get halfway across the island, no big deal.

"So do you think I should paint my nails lavender, or fuchsia? I went to bed early last night because my roommate was totally freaking me out." Felicity asked, pulling her best friend out of her daydreaming stupor. Tori looked at Felicity with a confused face, obviously not hearing the entire question.

"Sorry…?" Tori said apologetically, shrugging. "What was the question?"

Felicity sighed. "Like, I asked you if you would- Why do you smell totally like smoke?" Felicity said, leaning forward to sniff her friend suspiciously. Tori flushed.

"My new roommate insists on smoking in our dorm." Tori explained.

"Well, like, totally tell her to stop. Smoking is totally not attractive and it makes you smell, like, so bad." Felicity said before giggling, looking at a spectacle across the street. Nikolai was creeping her sister from behind the bus shelter as Ivana fearfully tried to ignore her, focusing on talking nervously to the short, trembling blonde beside her.

Tori sighed, recognizing the blonde beside Ivana. "Poor Regina, she'll never escape Ivana," she said about the tiny Latvian student.

"Like, she should totally tell Ivana off. I mean, when Ivana was totally obsessing over you, I totally defended you, right? Like, and Ivana should do something about her brothers, they like, never get along…" Tori tuned the blonde out as she rambled about their family dynamics and then ponies.

Nikolai turned and caught Tori staring at him and narrowed his eyes, platinum blonde hair pulled back with a tiny black ribbon. He shook his head at Tori as she furiously heated up, face bright red when Nikolai turned away, back to his sister.

Tori turned back to Felicity as Alice sat down beside them, huffing and ignoring them as her sister followed, chatting excitedly about how awesome the year was going to be. Alice rolled her eyes, ignoring the shorter blonde as well.

Felicity looked at Tori, face still flushed. "Like, are you sick or something?"

The brunette shook her head, ponytail flipping back and forth, unwilling to explain any further, glancing back at Nikolai anyways.

Felicity caught her friends gaze, grinning mischievously. "It's Nikolai, isn't it?" She crowed, laughing. "You like him!"

"D-do not!" Tori stuttered, looking over to where Alice and her sister were arguing. She turned to her friend. "Keep your voice down!"

"But he's such an ass!" Felicity bleated through her laughter, doubling over and clutching her side. "He's so creepy, following his sister around all the time! I bet he's a perv!" Felicity cried, mischief shining in her eyes again.

"Stop it!" Tori said miserably, embarrassment sending her mind into hysterics.

Felicity patted her friend on the back, giggles still escaping her like mad. "Don't worry," she assured Tori, "I won't tell." Tori just looked at her friend helplessly.

Meanwhile, Alice was sitting beside them, arguing with her younger sister.

"I'm so excited; it's going to be so awesome!" Penelope cried, her hands in fists as she pumped one arm up, jumping around her sister as her sister sighed, attempting to fix one of her sister's lop-sided pigtails. She turned her head suddenly, spotting the other shuttle station, causing Alice to accidentally yank one of the elastic bands out of her hair.

"Stop moving, I'm trying to help you!" She reprimanded, slapping the back of her head lightly.

Penelope ignored her, jumping up and down excitedly. "But I spotted Regina over there; can I go talk to her?" She asked, attempting doe-eyes on her sister. Alice sighed, fixing her pigtail quickly before nodding. Pennie jumped up and down excitedly before racing across the one-lane street and viciously hugging her friend, who looked nervously up at Ivana when Penelope arrived.

Alice sighed at her sister's antics and, preferring not to get involved with Tori and Felicity this early in the morning, pulled out a book, flipping it open, but not reading any of it when she spied Amelia and Sakura arrive. Amelia had her arm slung around Sakura's shoulder as she slurped a milkshake of some sort, Sakura looking extremely uncomfortable with Amelia's close proximity.

Alice narrowed her eyes over her book at both of them, secretly pleased that Sakura was uncomfortable with Amelia's carefree gestures. Her heart leapt in joy as Amelia noticed Alice, waving her free arm excitedly at her. Alice made a big show of rolling her eyes and ignoring the exuberant blonde. She tried to turn back to her book, but was too excited to read properly and ended up just staring blankly at the pages.

"Hello Alice," a soft voice spoke, standing beside her, looking over her shoulder at the book she was holding, startling Alice.

She clutched her heart as it fluttered, caught off guard by Madeline's surprising alike-ness to her sister. Alice looked up at Madeline. "Hello Madeline," she said briskly, standing up to talk to the taller female. Madeline smiled softly, pointing to her book.

"What are you reading?" she asked politely and slightly awkwardly.

Alice looked down at her book. "Vanity Fair," she answered, just as awkwardly polite. Madeline suddenly jumped as Ivana walked up behind her, somehow managing to make it across the street without either of them noticing. Ivana rested her hand on Madeline's shoulder, smiling lazily at her.

"… Hello Madeline." She said, eyes flickering with something Alice couldn't quite place. Madeline looked at Ivana back, caught off guard. She mumbled a quick greeting and shook Ivana off her shoulder, standing up to her full height, although she was still quite shorter than Ivana was. Alice sat back down, adjusting her glasses and the pins in her hair before turning back to watching Amelia over her book.

She could hear both Felicity and Tori's muted conversation and Madeline and Ivana's mostly one-sided conversation but chose to try and listen to the very loud conversation Amelia was having with Sakura, as Sakura desperately tried to find a way to detach Amelia's arm from around her shoulder. Alice snickered.

"So then I told him if he didn't like what I had to say, he could go find another girl." Amelia related dramatically, leaning onto Sakura, hand fluttering near her forehead, nearly upsetting her milkshake into her messy hair. Alice was reminded of Amelia's blatant sexuality again and flustered; she buried her nose in her book, lest she be caught staring at Amelia and no doubt patronized for it. "And so he did!" Amelia called loudly, laughing and taking her arm off of Sakura's shoulder, much to Sakura's relief. Alice rolled her eyes again, determined not to act out to Amelia.

Luckily for most of them, twin shuttle buses arrived, followed by a herd of late-comers, who trampled from the dorm buildings onto the school transport, heading for the auditorium. Alice shuffled on near-last, finding a seat near Marianne, much to Alice's disgust.

"Do you have your speech ready?" Alice hissed, remembering how her speech last year went up in flames after Marianne had mentioned something about sex in the dormitories. "You'd better not fuck around again."

"Oh don't say that," Marianne said down to Alice, making her flush. "That's such an uncouth word. I prefer saying that I 'made love' to the audience." She giggled, reaching up to fix her messy bun. "Besides, I heard your sister is in the audience, so I promise nothing inappropriate this year." She promised, eyes sparkling with mirth.

"No, you heard that Anna's younger brother is in the audience and you didn't want to get shot at again." Alice snapped back, opening Vanity Fair again.

"True, true," Marianne laughed, sitting back.

A/N

New Appearances (in general order).

Anna – Switzerland

Katarina – S Italy

Michael – Seychelles (en français, it would be pronounced something akin to Michelle).

Nikolai – Belarus

Krystiyan – Ukraine

Regina – Latvia

Tori – Lithuania (Sorry, I just took lazy male→female names for Liet and Poland orz)

Felicity – Poland ( " )

Penelope 'Pennie' – Sealand (Yes, Pennie is purposely not spelt right XD)

I think fem!Italy would be very high maintenance and have a bunch of random mood swings, especially to fem!Germany. Because Italy kind of is that ditzy in canon.

Rooms have either 2 or 3 occupants, in case you were confused. Really, if you have any questions, feel free to ask.

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Thank you for reading~!

-Priss