We finally arrived at the school which was about ten miles away from home. It took around half an hour to arrive their. I tried to take something other than the messenger bag I had on, but Mr. Romulus was against the idea and insisted I walk with him instead. He talked about the school, our curfue, and some of the students and faculty. I became a bit disinterested at the end, but I'm surprised I paid much attention to what he was saying at all. Maybe it was the way he spoke. He was like a small child who found everything interesting and spoke about it all with such euphoria.

"What is it? Why are you smiling at me like that?" he asked, with his own smile still plastered on his face.

Huh? I was smiling? ...I was. Uh-oh. I must have been staring after I became lost in my thoughts. I became flustered and looked away.

"N-no. S-sorry. I... You're ...smile is contagious."

I tried not to mumble, but he seemed to hear what I had said anyway. He chuckled and ruffled my hair, and we were finally at the dorm building. Thank you. I was expecting Mr. Romulus to have me wait after everything was brought in until he let me go into my room, but we walked along with the men carrying my boxes.

"Where do you want these, sir?"

Mr. Romulus smiled down at me.

"What?"

He nudged my shoulder and gestured with his head toward the man at the door holding a box. Oh! Oh, he was talking to me.

"U-Uhm, just set them over there, I guess," I spoke as I pointed to an empty spot next to my bed.

They were done bringing my things and went on their way. Mr. Romulus gave me a reassuring smile, put his hand on my shoulder, and then left as well.

"Uh, thanks Mr. Romulus."

"Please, call me Papa Rome!"

He left before I could respond. Papa Rome? That seems kind of innapropriate? I mean, it sounds cool, but...

I walked over to my bed, jumped and faceplanted onto it, and took a deep breath. After a few seconds, I sighed and sat up. I didn't really do anything but look around at my new temporary home.

The walls were ivory while the ceiling and carpet were a bright white. Well, guess I'll have a hard time keeping that clean... My bed had a black metal frame with a victorian design, and the mattresses had chocolatey-brown coverings on the bed. The cotton bed skirt, the silk sheets, the two pillows with silk cases along with the other five decorative pillows, which were totally unnecessary, and the poofy comforter. Oh! And I can't forget about the wool blanket underneath the comforter. The doors were all as white as the ceiling, and all of the jambs and base boards were an off-white to transition between the doors and the walls.

I walked into the restroom, and the first thing I noticed were the tiles. There were the whitest white I had ever seen. Spotless white tiles with a good shine and no pattern to them. The counters were a light grey marble, and all the sink and shower workings were a nice copper color. And here was something I had never seen before, the shower was rectangular and spacious with glass walls. Except on this shower, the walls were all a matte white as opposed to the usually glassy or frosted clear glass. The toilet was as white as a toilet could be, but the floor still outshined it there. The walls were also ivory with the white ceiling, but the trim in the restroom was white. There were also two small carpets that were the same shade of brown as my bedding. There was a short one just before the toilet, and a longer one that ran along before the cabinets underneath the sink. The mirrors on the wall and on the medicine cabinet were spotless as well, and they were both beveled.

I walked back out and finally set my bag down next to my boxes and luggage. I wasn't sure where to start, so I just began to mess with the bed. We were lucky enough to have perfect whether all year 'round, so I didn't feel as though I need the covers other than the sheets. I was really hot-blooded, so I got very hot in the summer, but I also didn't need much coverage in the winter. I opened the closet, and thankfully there was nothing on the top shelf of the closet. I never really used that in any case anyway, so I usually used it for storage. I mean, everyone probably does but...

So I folded up the wool blanket first since it would be flatter, and I placed it in the corner with the comforter on top of it. I shoved two of the small pillows on top of the comforter, and placed the two other pillows and the last small pillow in a stack next to the first. I still had the other half free, so I would have to figure out what I'll put up there later.

I opened the first box and came face to face with my flats. Ugh, why did I bring those? I can't even wear them. I guess I better hide those somewhere. I took the rest of my shoes and just threw them in a corner in the closet. I also moved the dark brown hamper in my room into the opposite corner of the closet. I hung up my clothes and packed away the rest of my clothes into a few drawers. It was a dresser of six, and I only used half for clothes-one with my shorts, the next with my underwear, and the last with my pants. The other half would be free for other objects.

Next, I set up all my bathroom stuff in the bathroom, and organized all that. I'm not sure if this is a general girl thing, or just me, but I have an OCD for organization. After that, I filled up the other half of my dresser. The first one was filled with all my portable games, cds, music player, headphones, and some toys. The second one was filled with all my notebooks and writing guides, and the third was neatly organized with books. That last one took me awhile since there were so many different sizes. I took out my three-piece radio from one of the boxes, connected the speakers on either side, and set it down on my dresser before connecting it to the wall. The only other items on my dresser were my laptop with the charger connected and my pencil cup. I moved my pencil cup to the single nightstand next to my bed, and I was going to move my computer over there, but decided to wait until it finished charging.

I finished moving the last of my things around, and folded up three of the empty boxes. The last box I used to hold one of my empty duffle bags, my flats, and a few empty notebooks that I would save for later. I brought a few posters to put up, but decided against it at the last minute. I think I liked the walls better barren. ...I stared at the last two objects before placing them in the box as well. They were the caps Mom and Michael had gotten me. I placed that up in the corner of the upper shelf.

I was finally done fixing my room to my liking, and went to lay back on my back. Just then, a knock came to my door. I always lock my door because no one really knocks anymore, so that was a surprise. And, of course, it would be just after I laid down. Ugh... I went over to the door and opened it to a boy with auburn hair and golden eyes. He reminded me of Sir Romulus a bit.

"Hi! I'm Feliciano. My grandpa sent me to show you around," he projected at me. He wasn't much yelling, but he was loud.

"Uh, your grandpa?"

"Sí, Papa Rome!"

"What!? ... But he looks so young..."

"I know, but he's old. He's like sixty years old."

... Sixty? ...Ugh, I feel lightheaded. Well, that explains why they reminded me of each other. Why is he here again?

"Oh, you finished your room already? That was fast."

Huh? Where'd he go? He was behind me?

"Hey! You can't just walk into people's rooms without asking!"

"S-sorry, I-just-wanted-to-see-your-room," he quickly cried out as he cowered behind my bed.

I sighed in annoyance that he was making me feel guilty for this, "Look, just ask before coming in next time, okay?"

He nodded, still intimidated by my presence.

"So, why are you here again?"

"Oh, that's right! I came to show you around! Ludwig couldn't come because he's busy helping the teachers."

I closed and locked the door to my room as I walked along with Italy.

"And he is?"

I think Mr. Romulus mentioned him at one point.

"He's the student body president and my very best friend," he spoke in an airy voice. He's kind of an airhead, isn't he? Well, he seems sweet.

Feliciano was showing me around, and I was actually able to memorize the layout better than I thought I would since we got sidetracked so much. Ha, ha, perhaps Mr. 'Rome' knew this would happen. Or perhaps not. I'll never know.

"Oh, yeah! We have to go to the office."

"But didn't we go there already?"

"Yeah, but I forgot that we need to go get your papers for school."

See what I mean? I looked at my plain silver watch with the black leather strap. It was around seven in the evening and the daylight was beginning to dim. I arrived about three hours ago, and already I felt how fast time was passing by.

Once we arrived at the office, just before we reached the doors, a taller boy with his blonde hair slicked back ran out and nearly shoulder checked Feliciano running past him.

"Sorry, Feliciano, this is very important," he called out as he was running, but as he took notice of me, he stopped momentarily and responded to me directly, "Excuse me."

I mindlessly nodded to him as a response. Soon after, he wasted no time in resuming what he was in such a hurry to do. I kept staring and slightly tilted my head to the side, before Feliciano dragged me into the office. I really wonder what he was rushing for.

"Hello Miss Belgium," Feliciano announced as he approached the woman, "Um, do you know where we can get Alex's stuff? He's new here."

"Hm? Oh, yes, of course. Follow me boys," Miss Belgium spoke with a joyful tone. Her voice seemed kind of unusual to me, but I liked it either way. She brought us to a door further in the building. Miss Belgium knocked before opening the door slightly and poking her head in. I couldn't really catch what he was saying.

"They will see you now."

They? I wondered before nodding to her and stepping in after Feliciano.

"Thank you."

Once I walked in, I noticed Mr. Rome there and another man. He looked very familiar to me, but kind of different. Like, like his hair was flowier... ... ... Oh! That must be Mr. Germania, and that guy outside was his grandson Ludwig! Wow, they really do look alike. ...And he looks just as young as Mr. Rome... Ugh...

"Ah, Signor Stone. What are you doing here?"

"Um, Italy said I needed to come to the office for some papers."

"Ha, ha, that's right," Mr. Rome confessed as he rubbed his neck sheepishly, recalling things he had already forgotten, "I sent my little Feli to fetch you so we can give you your papers. By the way..."