A/N: You know what, I decided that I am gonna put SwissAus and LietPol in here. Y'know why? Because there aren't enough SwissAus shippers! Practically everyone ships either AusHun or PruAus or SwissLiech and I don't really care for any of those pairings, so I'm on a mission to convert all of you to SwissAus. If I successfully complete my mission, review telling me how you have been converted! (Btw, this is my first time writing SwissAus and LietPol so extra props to me if that happens XD)

Vash Zwingli roamed the halls of the school, feeling too restless to turn in for the night just yet. Though his expression didn't show it, he was excited to explore the school he would call home for the next ten months. He was used to big places- back home in Switzerland, his father was the director of the famous Swiss Bank –and had lived in an extravagant mansion his entire life, but this school easily made his home look like an ant in comparison. Vash didn't understand why, he had seen the school roster and there were only about two hundred students. He wondered if the school planned on increasing their student population after this first year. Honestly, he preferred it this way; the less students there were the less he had to worry about people bothering him.

The halls were quiet and void of wandering students, so Vash didn't expect the sudden quiet, intricate melody that wafted down the hall, the unmistakable chime of piano keys reaching his ears. Curious, he followed the beautiful, swelling music through the long, wide halls, a sense of déjà vu rapidly overwhelming him. Somehow he recognized the song immediately as Norturno by Chopin, though he couldn't remember where he had ever heard it before.

The sweet, delicate melody drew Vash to a stop outside the music room, his heart racing a mile a minute. For some reason he felt as though something profound was waiting him on the other side of the door, something that conjured up a strange, unexplainable mess of feelings that he couldn't identify. His stomach felt sick and his cheeks were flushed with heat, but at the same time he felt nervous, tingling excitement coursing through his body like an electric charge through his veins.

The blonde-haired, green-eyed Swiss's hand was practically trembling as he reached for the doorknob, his fingers curling and twisting around the shockingly cool metal. He pushed the door open slowly, silently, just a crack at first as he peeked into the room, almost scared to see what was inside. The first thing he saw was an enormous grand piano, its polished surface nearly glowing in the rich tones of purple, pink and gold sunset that bathed the room through the high glass windows. Someone was seated at the bench, their fingers dancing delicately and expertly across the keys, stroking the instrument swiftly and skillfully to exact the haunting, perfect melody. Their dark brown hair seemed illuminated at the tips in hues of molten gold, a line of silver gleaming off the frames of a pair of glasses perched delicately on a narrow, noble nose.

Vash craned his neck, desperate for a closer look at this mysterious person. He leaned heavily on the door, heart racing as more of the musician's face came into view. He had a mole that was positioned beneath his mouth, closer to the right side of his face, and a strange spiral of hair that stood straight up from his cowlick and bobbed delicately with the slow movements of his shoulders and head. His eyelids had fallen to half-mast, but beneath the long, curling lashes Vash could spot the most complicated mixture of navy blue and violet. Vash, who was leaning too heavily on his left foot, suddenly slipped, the door swinging open and hitting the adjacent wall with an echoing bang, the Swiss letting out a cry of surprise. The music stopped playing immediately, Vash turning his head to see the boy at the piano bench string at him with wide, startled eyes. They simply looked at each other for a long, endless moment, and then the brunette stood up, averting his eyes quickly.

"Sorry," he said in a voice as smooth and lilting as the melody he had just been playing, and Vash could tell from the accent that he was used to speaking primarily German; judging by the piano playing as well, he had to be Austrian. "I won't play so loudly next time."

Vash simply stared at him for a moment longer, the complicated web of feelings only getting more tangled. He felt a surge of annoyance, but also a deep, secretive affection. Somehow he felt as though he had known this person his entire life, but he knew they had never met before.

"You weren't too loud," he said finally, blushing a little at having been caught spying. "I was in the hall and I heard you music; I just came to see who it was." He took a few small steps into the room, biting the inside of his cheek. "That was Nocturno by Chopin, right?"

The Austrian's lovely eyes immediately lit up and he looked impressed. "Yes, it was. Are you a fan of his work?" He asked.

"Seems like it," Vash said with a shrug, though he couldn't remember ever hearing of the composure. So how had he known what song he was playing? "Um, I'm Vash, by the way."

"I'm Roderich," The brunette replied automatically, with a practiced politeness. By this and the way he stood straight with his shoulders squared, one foot slightly crossed over the other and his chin lifted, Vash could tell he came from money and breeding as well. "Its nice to meet you, Vash."

Vash nodded, looking down and brushing a few strands of hair out of his eyes. He searched for something to say, but Roderich beat him to it. "Its late." The Austrian added. "Curfew is soon and its best we return to our rooms before then."

"Uh, yeah." The blonde agreed, taking an unconscious step backward, sticking his hand out behind him to grope blindly for the doorknob. For some reason he couldn't look away from Roderich's face, but at the same time he wanted to sprint out the door and never meet the boy who gave him all of these strange feelings again.

Roderich smiled almost unsurely at the skittish way the Swiss was behaving, the tiny mole on his chin moving with his lips. "Would you like to maybe walk back together?" He offered, not sure if Vash was trying to run away from him; he looked a little scared. He hoped he hadn't somehow come off the wrong way; Vash had good taste in music and seemed intelligent. Roderich wasn't good at making friends but maybe since they had similar interests they could at least be acquainted.

Vash swallowed nervously at the suggestion, biting down hard on the inside of his cheek. His heart was racing a million miles a minute, and his head felt clouded and unnaturally heavy. His hand found the doorknob and he gripped it desperately for support, his fingers- suddenly clammy and cold from sweat –slipping over the stainless steel. What was going on? What was happening to him? He couldn't breathe… couldn't open his mouth to tell Roderich that something was very, very wrong and that he needed to get help.

Luckily, the brunette seemed to piece it together rather quickly when Vash slumped against the doorframe, his lips trembling silently. Roderich's concerned expression and pleas to tell him what was wrong were suddenly drowned out by a rush of blurry images and muffled words in Vash's mind. He saw the shape of two children walking along a dirt road, one carrying the other on his back, everything washed out in hues of gold and pink because of the setting sun.

The one child who was carrying the other was saying something in an almost scolding way, though judging by their size they had to be close in age. Everything looked as though it had been smudged, colors and shapes blurring together and making it difficult to see. He could tell that there was a blonde and a brunette, but any other details were lost to him in a smear of dramatic shadows and golds.

"Vash?... Vash!?" It was odd, hard to wrap his head around, but somehow Vash could see both Roderich's kneeling over him and the children on the worn dirt rode at the same time, could hear Roderich's frantic voice and the muffled sounds of the children's exchange all at once.

A cool hand brushed his cheek, suddenly anchoring Vash to reality. The vision was gone as though it had been swept away on a rush of cold air, but when his eyes tried to focus on Roderich's worried expression, everything was turning black around the edges.

"Austria…" The word left his lips as though someone else had said them, and for a moment he saw what looked like a flash of recognition in Roderich's dark violet eyes before quickly being replaced by confusion.

After that, Vash fainted.

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"Ah, finally!" Toris Laurinaitis dropped his over-stuffed duffle bag on the floor, leaning heavily on the handle of his suitcase as he fished through his pockets for the key to his dorm. From end of the hall, a camera swiveled around and focused on him, making him shift uncomfortably. The school had a lot of cameras, Toris had noticed; it made him uneasy, like he was always being watched.

The Lithuanian brushed aside his worries with an awkward laugh, pushing a long piece of chestnut-brown hair out of his slate-blue eyes. He was such a scardy-cat- if anything the cameras should make him feel safe; they meant that the school had a good security system. But like his mother had always told him, Toris had been afraid of his own shadow since he was a baby. He doubted that was going to change anytime soon, no matter how many times he talked himself out of his irrational fears.

He located the key in his pocket, fumbling to get the steel teeth through the lock. The camera lense was burrowing into the back of his neck, sending nervous tremors down his spine. To his relief, the key slid all the way in and the doorknob turned, the door swinging inward to reveal an explosion of pink.

….. Wait, pink?

Toris had to blink rapidly to adjust his eyes to the sudden brightness. Someone had hung hot pink curtains on the room's only window, had draped matching powder-pink comforters over each of the beds. A faerie-pink, fluffy rug was spread out on the floor, matching the canopies suspended over the beds. A glimmering hot pink and what looked shockingly like real crystal hung from the center of the ceiling, casting glimmering fragments of light over the entire room.

And, in the middle of it all, stood the most beautiful girl Toris had ever seen. Her straight blonde hair went to her shoulders, her eyes glimmered with the brightness and intensity of emeralds. She had to be the exact height as Toris himself, with a similar, delicate build; long, graceful legs protruding from her sinfully short skirt. She smiled stunningly at him, her lip glossed-lips stretching over a set of perfect, bleach-white teeth.

And then she spoke, "'Sup broski!? Like what I did to the room? Sweet, right?" in the most masculine voice Toris had ever heard come out of a female body.

The poor Lithuanian nearly stumbled backward in shock. It took him seconds to recover, but now that he looked closer, there was no definition to the 'girl's' chest, and 'she' lacked a certain curvature of 'her' hips and facial structure that all females had.

So 'she' wasn't a female at all. Instead it seemed that Toris's new roommate was in fact just a very pretty, pink-obsessed, cross-dressing boy.

Toris wasn't sure how to handle this information, instead deciding to answer the strange boy's question as though everything were perfectly normal. "Um, its very, uh… pink." He said lamely, picking up his duffle bag and suitcase and dragging them into the room, slowly and unsurely closing the door behind him.

"I know, right!?" The blonde beamed, perching himself on the edge of a pink, lacy bed, crossing one slender leg over the other, tossing his hair over a shoulder. "I'm Feliks, by the way- remember that. Feliks Łukasiewics; you'll see that name up in lights someday!"

Somehow Toris could believe it. "Uh, okay." He agreed. "I'm Toris."

"Boo!" Feliks said suddenly, sticking out his tongue so fast that the brunette let out a cry of surprise and stumbled back a few steps. "What a boring name! I think I'll call you Liet instead! You're from Lithuania, right? I can tell by your accent. Plus you have that wide-eyed, nervous look every Lithuanian has."

Toris felt a blush fill his cheeks, turning his face away shyly. "Th-that wasn't very nice," he pointed out, biting the inside of his bottom lip.

"Its not a bad thing," Feliks continued, swinging his legs back and forth, kicking off his heels (which looked suspiciously like Prada) and admiring the way the pink polish on his toenails glittered. "You're actually kind of cute."

Toris's cheeks heated up ever more and he ducked his head, hiding his embarrassed, flustered expression underneath a veil of his long hair. "You really think so?" No one had ever told him that before. Well, his mother had, but no one who wasn't related to him. Toris got picked on a lot by the other males at his school, while the girls completely ignored him. He had always figured that he was pretty average, certainly nothing special, and that his mother was simply being nice. But Feliks didn't seem like the kind of person to lie just to be nice.

"Like, totally." The blonde nodded, producing a lollipop from the hem of his skirt and peeling off the wrapper, popping the green apple flavored candy between his lips. "You're sense of fashion needs a lot of work, though. Like, those are so totally ten millionbagillion seasons ago."

Toris looked down at his faded jeans and chocolate-brown button-down. "Is it really that bad?"

"A tragedy, honey." Feliks toyed with the thin white stick protruding from his glossy lips, swirling it around thoughtfully. "Needs more pink." He gasped loudly, suddenly flinging himself off the bed and grabbing Toris's hands. "YOU SHOULD LIKE TOTALLY LET ME GIVE YOU A MAKEOVER!" He practically screamed in his face.

"A-A what?" The Lithuanian stammered, even though he had heard him and understood him.

"A makeover!" Feliks beamed, pressing himself close to Toris, batting his big false-eyelashes at him. "Please!? Oh, Liet, once I'm through with you you'll be, like, sooooo fab-u-lous!"

Toris swallowed nervously, unable to breathe with Feliks's face so close to his. The blonde was wearing some kind of floral and apple-scented perfume that left him feeling light-headed and in a daze. Those eyes… Oh God, he couldn't say no to those big, beautiful emerald eyes. "A-All right." He agreed eventually, speaking automatically.

Feliks shrieked with joy, throwing his arms around Toris's neck and planting a glossy kiss on his cheek. "Like, thanks Liet! I'm totes gonna make you the hottest Lithuanian, like, ever! Just leave it to me!"

Toris's face was practically boiling with embarrassment, but he offered a shy smile in return. "O-okay," he agreed with a timid nod. "Should be fun." But inside, he couldn't help but wonder what he was getting himself into.

A/N:

Geez, short chapter. I'm sorry about its lameness; I could have made it better, but I wanted to update this story before people forgot about it.

Anyway, like I said, first time writing as any of these characters. How did I do?

By the way, I just wanted to mention, there is a reason why Vash is reacting so strongly to the visions and why he is already getting them. Of course, that will come about later, but I'm sure that if you really thought about it you would be able to put it together yourselves. (Hint: Watch the episodes about Lichtenstein and her big brother from season one ^3^)

And, good news! Now that all the characters have been introduced, the real plot can finally get started!