Edit: So apparently I make a shit ton of mistakes. I'm suppose to be setting a good example for America and I can't even properly throw a sentence together. Great, following in my stereotype's footsteps. Anyway I fixed it up a bit, just some of the typos and things. Hope you guys enjoy and there will be more to come!


Chapter 2: First Impressions

I flopped on my bed, finally able to kick off my shoes and relax. I was assigned two roommates, one from Poland and the other who was a Prussian. I had heard about Prussia, helping out in the battles of World War I and World War II; however the country split up after the war and most of it had become Eastern Germany, the rest splitting up between Poland, Russia and some other countries.

The door was kicked open, "What's up mein awesome new roommate!?" I nearly fell off of my bed from the excitement. Okay, so I did fall off the bed, causing my new roommate to laugh at what he called my 'unawesome failure'. "Dude, are you okay? That looked painful."

"Nah, its fine. It takes a little more than a two foot fall to hurt me." I stood up and rubbed my sore back. It didn't hurt but it stung a little. "By the way, my name's Alfred Jones. And you are…?"

"Gilbert Beilschmidt. You sound American, am I right?" Gilbert, a Prussian albino. His eyes were a piercing red, glimmering with self-pride and excitement.

"Yeah dude, you're like on the dot."

"Well it's because I'm awesome." This guy was really self-centered, but he seemed cool enough. "So meet anyone yet or is the awesome me the first person."

"Yeah, you're the first person. I kinda just-"

"That is awesome!" He gave out a really loud and boisterous laugh. Alright, what is with that laugh? It's a mixture of hilarious and annoying that for some reason, made you want to laugh with him. "I had met a few of the kids already. Like this one French kid named Francis. He's so hilariously flirtatious."

"Did he flirt with you?"

"Hell yeah and I never thought I would ever feel like a pretty girl a day in my life! He can really make your heart beat."

"I think the last thing I'd want is to feel like a cheerleader when a quarterback walks by." We both laughed simultaneously. "Anyone else?"

"Ja, this kid named Arthur. He's from England and he's so snobby and stuck up. I gave him my awesome introduction and he cursed me out. What was that about?"

"Oh my gosh, that is like, totally not fabulous." We both turned our heads, Gilbert nearly losing his balance in the process, to find what I think was a guy. His hair was cut into a bob and his eyes were this bright green. "Sorry for like, interrupting your conversation but what that British kid said was like, totally not right. By the way my name is Feliks Łukasiewicz. I'm from Poland."

"Sweet, I'm Alfred and this-"

"I am the awesome Gilbert! You should feel honored to be in my presence!"

"Right…" He let the word drag out as if he couldn't care less about the 'royal awesomeness'. "Anyway I'm guessing this is my bed? And which is my closet, I need to unpack and put all my stuff away." The bags that he held could've contained all of Australia in them. "Dude, what is in there?"

"Duh, my stuff?" Gilbert and I exchanged glances as we watched him pick a closet and desk, putting all his stuff in them with barely any room to spare. "Well I'm off to meet new people. Later Al and Gil!" He ran off, a bounce in his step. Gilbert turned back to face me. "We have to live with him?"

"Bloody idiot, he nearly knocked all of my things out of my bags and then instead of helping me up he laughed and gave the most obnoxious introduction I had ever heard. What a wanker." I mumbled to myself as I looked at my room number again. "Room 4-25. Great I'm on the fourth bloody floor and I'll have to wake a little earlier. Good thing I brought my Earl Grey because it seems I'll be needing it." I got into the elevator with my bags. I hadn't brought anything but the necessities, seeing as we'll be given a certain amount of money a month for going here. We'll be able to spend it on what we need, however it's only for that month which means rationing.

Entering my room, I was graced with the sight of a hairy beast and a whimpering boy. Oh joy, what a start! "I know I just got here and this is your room as well but would you please mind putting some bloody clothes on?"

"Don't be like that mon ami. I just need to grab some clothes and then I will happily dress in the bathroom, unless you like what you see?" All I could do was scoff. Seriously, I'm rooming with a French idiot? And who's the other? "As if you bloody wanker, now go dress. By the way, who are you two?"

"Why, mon cheri, I am Francis Bonnefoy. It is wonderful to meet you." He winked at me. The bloody frog winked at me. What is this boy's problem? Does he want to get cursed or something? I have no problem doing so.

"I'm Matthew Williams, nice to meet you." I turned to the source a little startled. He looked and seemed to speak like an American. "I'm from Canada." Oh, a Canadian. He still looks American.

"Oui, and I'm-"

"I don't care. You're French and that's all I need to know."

"Oh mon ami, do you like a French-"

"Oh get over yourself would you?" He huffed and went into the bathroom. "Thank you lord." The boy just chuckled and went back to reading. What was his name again? Was it Manny, Maxwell, Matthew? No his name isn't Matthew, how preposterous! Silly Arthur, I'll just have to ask him later then.

After I had unpacked all of my things, I sat on my bed and pulled out my copy of Sherlock Holmes and sat beside my lamp with my reading glasses. Normally I wear contacts but I love using my glasses to read. It's always been a little quirk of mine. I only use them to read in the comfort of my room, not anywhere else. And as if on cue to ruin my time, that bloody, obnoxious idiot from this morning burst into my room. Has he not heard of knocking? "Hey Franny! I brought this awesome dudes you need to talk to, but they aren't as awesome as me!" Behind him was what appeared to be a Spanish boy and what I believe was to either be another Canadian or an American.

"Huh, oh bonjour and welcome to my room."

"This right here is Alfred, he's from America and this is Antonio. This one's from Spain and he's totally badass. He was telling us how he inherited a battle axe from his father!"

"Si it's true!"

"And Al said how he had an old riffle from the American Revolution with a scratch on it from when his relative fought off a British soldier!"

"Yeah it's pretty bad ass." I cringed a little. 'Bad ass'? This man has such poor manners. Then again they all do. The Canadian had stepped out of the bathroom only for a wide grin to grace his face. "Alfred!"

"Whoa Mattie? Dude it's been so long!"

"I know! I can't believe it, you go here too?"

"Obviously," the two acquaintances hugged each other in a way that looked a little too friendly to me. "Guys this is my half-brother, the one I told you about? Yeah this is Matthew." Matthew! His name was Matthew. Okay, now I feel like the bloody idiot. I looked over at the two other gits who managed to barge into my quarters. The Spanish one, Antonio I believe, was just smiling and waving happily. It was as if nothing in the world bothered him. The Prussian idiot who deserves to be called the Prussian Idiot just sort of, stared at the boy. Like he hadn't seen anything of the sorts in his entire life. Almost as if God himself were standing in the room and telling him he would be granted any wish.

"Oh umm hey Matthew, I'm Gilbert, man of awesome!" Well that lasted all of a few seconds. Now he was back to his ridiculously obnoxious self. "I'm sorry to intrude but it would be quite wonderful if you all would continue this conversation outside of my room?"

"Oh, I believe you mean our room."

"Exactly, meaning we share it between us three, not these extras. If you wish to talk, do it outside." I glanced at all the reactions; Antonio seemed unbothered by all of this and walked out happily. The Prussian idiot looked offended and slung his arm around the frog's neck, strolling out of the room speaking of some rubbish about a certain German. The American however, decided that he would stay in the room with his brother to catch up. Wonderful, now the room smells of burgers and patriotism.

"So how've ya been Al?"

"Awesome dude, it's actually really cool being here and stuff." And stuff? My his vocabulary is large isn't it? "Anyway, what about you?"

"I've actually made a lot of friends here. There's this girl I had ran into by the name of Lili and she's actually really sweet and nice. Then again, she had mistaken me for a girl," they both just laughed it off. "Well I mean look at you! You're hairs all girlie, your figure just screams ovaries and your eyes are all soft and round. Hell I should enter you in a beauty pageant!"

"Al stop!" He said with a light shove to the other's arm. Both had settled themselves on the Canadian's bed, happily talking of their past and what their goals were for the future. I couldn't care less. I got up and strolled to the little cabinet I had and pulled out a bag of chips, walking back over to my bed and plopping down. About three chips in and I began to doze off from boredom. One could only read for so long. On the fourth chip, however, I saw my own life flash before me. My I gripped my throat in dire need of air. Chokes and gasps had escaped my lips, gurgling cough and muted cries for help attempted to make their way out, but failed. The next thing I remember were strong arms wrapping around me and white lights swarming my vision. It was then I blacked out.

I awoke to a slight dizziness and the feeling of something on me, or someone. My eyes opened to one of the most embarrassing sights ever. The American had his lips pressed to mine administering CPR. I shoved him off immediately and covered my mouth in shock. "Wh-what were you doing!"

"You passed out; the proper thing to do would be to give you CPR."

"You don't give CPR you preform or administer it git!"

"Can't you just be a little grateful? You know since I saved you from dying!" I froze and then looked down, feeling like I had been kicked in the stomach. This American, the one I found extremely annoying and ridiculous, had just saved my life and instead of thanking him I lashed out.

"I-I'm sorry. You're extremely right and I may have overreacted a bit."

"Hey it's not a problem. I've actually been punched in the face for that once." He just chuckled and stood up, holding out a hand. I took it as he helped me up, steadying me when I started to wobble a bit. "I really am thankful; anyway I can make it up?"

"No it's not a problem; just try not to die again." He chuckled as I glared at him, though it soon melted into a warm smile, one I rarely show to anyone. Looking around, I saw we were alone in my room. Great so the Canadian had ditched us, wonderful. "I guess I should be leaving then, see ya…"

"Arthur."

"Kay, see you Artie!" He ran out of the room to which I promptly went to the door frame. "It's Arthur you git!" In the end I shut the door, leaning against it and placing two of my fingers on my lips. His were soft and gentle and experienced and- No, no, no! Arthur Kirkland what are you thinking? You are hallucinating. He didn't kiss you; he administered CPR in an attempt to help resurrect you. Sure, let's go with that.