Was' up mah holmies? Long time no write~! *Sigh* School is a pain, isn't it? BUT IT WON'T STOP ME FROM WRITING MY NEXT CHAPTER!

... I was lying... School and HOT KOREAN BOY BANDS stop me from writing my story. Seriously, check out the music video for Mr. Simple by Super Junior. They're so amazing ~

*Ahem* Enough of my fangirliness. Let's begin the thing you guys have been waiting for for a long time...

Right after I do this disclaimer. Or rather, have Germany do this disclaimer!

Germany: *Sigh* I am supposed to be at a meeting... This weird fangirl *points to me* does not own Hetalia Axis Powers. Hidekauz Himaruya does. Can I go now?
Italy: Ve~ Germany!
Germany: YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE AT THE MEETING!
Italy: I was about to go, but then I met this cute girl and we went to an Italian restaurant -
Germany: *punches Italy*

Uh, let's continue before things get too violent, shall we? Oh and in this story, high school is from grade 8 - 12.

Chapter Three: It's Better Not to Be Paralyzed in Fear

I, Matthew Williams, am more than glad that the first day of my new all-boys boarding school is finally over. I had a bad day and I wanted nothing more than to just forget everything and lie in the comfort of a soft mattress.

Unfortunately, that can't happen - just yet. I had to gather my belongings from the dormitory's private room and then get the key and room number for my new dorm. That wasn't the main thing interferring me from my cozy bed. I had to exchange some sort of conversation with whatever roommate I had, pretend to be vaguely interested in their lives, arrange my stuff, then I could finally plop down on my destination.

That mental list in my mind seemed too long, so I tried not to think about it.

I had done all of the parts correctly - except enter my room. Technically, I was awkardly standing right outside of Room 204 with my blue suitcase in hand, wondering on how I should enter.

Obviously, I knock first. Then I open the door with my key if he's not answering. It's as simple as 1, 2, 3. But being my hesitant self, a lot of things are going on in my mind right now. Mainly about my roommate. Wondering what he will say, what he will do. If he looks annoyed, will it show on his face? Will he want to talk to me? Could he care less about a quiet, shy boy with self-esteem issues who just happen to mess up on his first day in an International school - a place where people from all parts of the world and all cultures could mix freely and everybody would want to be your friend -

I snapped out of my thoughts. I'm blabbing to myself yet again. What had happened earlier was pretty pathetic, but not as pathetic as I am for freighting about a roommate that I had never met. Sure I could worry. In fact, it was normal to worry. But what I was doing was pretty sad. I was avoiding somewhere where I had to go in, just because of one anonymous person. Yes, he might roll his eyes. Or laugh at me. Or cry, shout, or be neutral. But that wasn't just his room. It was mine too. Once I go inside, I was stuck there, whether my new roommate or I liked it or not.

Finishing that little pep talk, I found confidence to slam my fist [lightly] against the green wood. No reply. I waited for a few seconds, then knocked again, this time with butterflies in my stomach.

The door almost immediately opened.

"Are you my new roommate?" A boy around my age, asked. He had a big grin on his face, which automatically made me feel warm inside. He was a natural redhead and looked either Italian or Spanish. His t-shirt was a bluish colour, with the word 'Ciao' designed in dark blue font. The hair on his head seemed obedient, except for one stubborn little curl - kind of like my hair.

"Come in!" He practically grabbed my arm, tugging me towards the room. I wheeled my luggage inside, then let out a tiny gasp.

The room wasn't exactly what I was expecting. It was better than what I was expecting.

First of all, I had assumed it would be small. Tiny, actually. That wasn't the case at all. The room was gigantic, almost the size of a living room in an apartment. There were two beds, and in between them there was a black nightstand. A small loveseat sat across, along with a couple of plastic chairs.

"Um..." I began, unsure where to put my things. Two of the beds looked like they were both occupied, with a bunch of clothes on them.

My roommate seemed to be getting the hint. "Oh yeah! I'm very sorry. It's just that I knew I was going to have a roommate, but I wasn't sure which bed you wanted. So I put my stuff on both. Just tell me which one you want and I'm going to move them right away."

"Oh...you could have just taken one. Um, which one do you want?" I asked the redhead.

"No, no! I insist you pick one first. If you need sometime deciding, I recommend the green." He pointed to the emerald color bed on the left, which was closer to the window.

"Oh, then I guess I'll take the blue."

He stared at me with a puzzled expression, as if wondering why I just refused his recommendation. I guess he didn't know that, indirectly, I just gave him the bed he wanted me to prefer. Reverse psychology. A very interesting method.

The redhead jumped in as I made my way to the bed, grabbing his pile of belongings. "Blue's a pretty color, no?" He asked me with an armful of clothing. It was then I noticed that he had a slight accent. Although I couldn't quite pinpoint what it was, I was guessing Italian.

No one outside of my family [and a couple of my brother's friends when my brother decided to be a dick] knew that I was infatuated with the color purple. When little, I had always found it an odd color, not quite sure why it belonged to the spectrum. My mother often compared it to myself: a bit dependent and shy, but beautiful on its own. Perhaps that's why I always caught myself staring at purple longer than any of the other colors, wondering (and scanning) to find the resemblence my mother claimed she saw.

I pushed any thoughts of that color and my mother out of my head, knowing that it would just make me feel homesick. I dropped my bags next to my bed, then spun around to face my roommate. With an outstreched hand, I introduced myself. "Matthew Williams."

Oddly, my avoiding of old memories seemed to give me confidence somewhat, because I found myself making an effort to start a conversation. Normally, it was the other way around.

He smiled and grabbed my hand, shaking it violently. "Feliciano Vargas. I'm a sixteen year old Italian, coming from a big city in Venice. Pasta, pizza and anything Italian are my favourite meals, and I hate English food. It's so bland and disgusting! I've been in this school since I was a freshmen, and I've got one brother. His name is Lovino and he's pretty nice except sometimes he can be kind of a dick. He's sort of got a potty mouth too, so watch what you say or else he'll call you a bastardo and other swear words in Italian... "

Dear Lord, he talks a lot! I thought, trying to process his paragraph of an introduction. I added Lovin, Lovie, Lovini or whatever his name was to my list of people I should avoid. It seemed like everytime I talked to someone new, this list kept getting longer and longer. Gilbert was already at the top, and Alfred was a good second. I wouldn't want to have another encounter with those two anytime soon.

Feliciano suddenly closed his mouth and stared at me. "Ve, wait... are you a new student here?" He asked.

I slowly nodded. I didn't understand what had flickered inside of him all of a sudden to vanish that big smile and replace it with a solemn expression.

"Oh! It's just that you look really similiar to this guy named Alfred Jones. Are you guys twins?"

I shook my head quietly at his words. However, I was fuming inside. I didn't want to be recognized as the sibling of some jerk, even though he and I looked strikingly similiar. This made my mind wonder back to the fight with the Gilbert, and what those kids had exclaimed.

"Wow! He looks exactly like Alfred! Are they related?"

At that time, I barely paid attention to their words. It hadn't crossed my mind that those strangers that had gathered at the cafeteria would now dub me as another Alfred. Or perhaps, I feared, less than Alfred. Maybe they're talking amongst themselves about the Alfred-wannabe who pissed of a hardcore senior...

I kicked myself mentally. My thoughts seemed to always have a power to make me feel down in the dumps. Of course, my lack of self confidence was also to be blamed.

"Oh... so you guys aren't twins?" Feliciano asked again.

"No."

"How about relatives?"

"Nope."

"Hmm... what about - ?"

"I didn't know Alfred existed until today - I mean, until you mentioned him." I responded hastily, not wanting to drop any hints about earlier.

I knew he was just wanting to clarify [and perhaps engage in a conversation as well], but I wasn't exactly in the mood for chatting. Normally, I would try everything to keep someone interested in me, however... today was different. It was a long day, and resting and unpacking was my top priority.

I unzipped my suitcase, rummaging inside for my pajamas. Taking out the blue pair, I dipped my hand into the side pocket, grabbing my green and white tooth brush.

Just then, funny music began to play. It sounded foreign, and I had no clue where it was coming from. Feliciano did, however. He practically ran to the window still, grabbing a silver mobile from his brown backpack.

"Sorry," He turned to me. "That was my ringtone! It's called L'Italia de Pierro! It's pretty popular back in Italy."

He gazed at the phone, his eyes instantly gleaming. "Ve! Ludwig sent me a text message! He wrote 'where the hell is your room, you idiot?' Ah~ that sounds just like him!"

I couldn't resist asking, "Who's Ludwig?" Judging from that text message, he doesn't sound too nice...

"Ludwig is my bestest friend in the whole world!" The Italian responded joyfully, cradling his cell phone.

I wasn't usually one to correct someone on his/her grammar. If I was, then I had would have told Feliciano straight away that 'bestest' wasn't actually a word...

Actually, I wouldn't have uttered anything about it unless I was extremely close to him like my family.

"He used to be my roommate," Feliciano continued. "In grade eight, nine and ten. I sort of became attached to him during that time. He was annoyed at first, but then he started to open up. And when he did, he was really nice! Well...um...minus all the times he yelled at me. And called me useless, stupid, messy, irritating... ooh! He even typed up a list about my cons in grade nine! I think I still have it..."

I grimaced mentally. If that was what Feliciano considered a best friend, I hated to see what an enemy was in his eyes.

By the way, why'd he keep the list? I wondered. Grade nine was two years ago, and I certainly wouldn't want to keep something that distressed me everytime I read it. However, I suppose in some odd way through my roommate's eyes, that negative piece of paper had more value in it than it seemed.

I glanced back up at the Italian, who was busily texting away on his cellular device. Unlike my own, it was a flip phone whereas I still had my old Blackberry from two years ago. His' seemed to look completely brand new, which I envied because I had been wanting to get a new mobile for a quite a long time.

This was the part where I decided to be smart and ask him something. "That's a nice phone. Where did you buy it?"

He sent his message, then removed his eyes from the small screen. That was one thing I had to admire about Feliciano. He applied the 'stare at the person directly even if I have something important in my hands' rule to whenever we were speaking. It seemed like he felt more comfortable looking at the person, in contrast to some others who decided to glance at everything but you.

I do that alot. I reminded myself guiltily, again feeling that emptiness where self-confidence should have been.

"Actually, my other best friend Kiku gave it to me." Feliciano replied to my earlier question. "His dad is a manager for this popular labtop company in Japan. When he went on a business trip to Rome this summer, Kiku decided to come along and visit. He stayed with us for two weeks! That was about the same time he pulled out the phone from his suitcase and gave it to me as a gift."

"Kiku sounds...nice." I responded, wishing [secretly] that I had a friend close enough to buy me something as expensive as a brand new phone. Yeah right. Just when would that wish come true? When the sun freezes, about the same time.

"He is! Kiku Honda, that's his last name, sort of fits the mysterious, quiet role. He doesn't yell at me that often, only when I try hugging him or something like that. And when I do, he gets all uncomfortable and tries desperately to push me away. It must be a Japanese thing. Anyways, he used to be Ludwig's and my roommate."

"You were living with two other people?"

"Si! Kiku was new in the eighth grade and he was assigned to live with me and Germany. It was pretty nice when the three of us were together." He looked down at his phone, grinning from ear to ear.

I felt my heart sink a little. He seemed so happy remembering them, being with them. I knew I wasn't much of a replacement - in fact, I was barely a replacement. I was more like an awkward addition to the room.

Looking down, I had just realized that in my arms were my pajamas and toothbrush. I walked towards the bathroom door, turning around to ask Feliciano if he had to use it. However, my roommate was absorbed in a phone call.

"No way! Are you kidding me? This is so amazing!" He practically screamed into the silver mobile.

Entering the bathroom, I closed the door and locked it, blocking the loud sound of Feliciano's excited cries.

The bathroom walls were a sea-greenish color, with the tiles on the floor being titanium white. It was a large room, enough to hold six to ten people inside. I expected it to be a bit dirty, from all the other dwellers that could have possibly stayed in my dorm years before. However, it was clean and organized, with all the supplies in their appropriate places and a single speck of dirt not visible on the walls or floor.

They certainly know how to keep an area clean. I admired inwardly, wanting to take a picture. It wasn't everyday where you would experience yourself using a squeaky clean bathroom. It definately wasn't everyday where you would experience yourself using a squeaky clean bathroom in a previous used dorm.

I noticed two towels neatly folded on a small shelf beside the shower. I had been meaning to take a bath, but didn't get the time to yesterday and today.

I took off my clothes and placed them down on the shelf, grabbing a towel and hopping into the glossy shower. Turning the tap, I placed it on HOT, letting the warm water flow down and wash my body and my worries away. I wish my life... I let out a dreamy sigh. ...Could be as comfortable as this moment.

After about half an hour, I opened the bathroom door, drying off the water issued in my hair. Being in the comfort of my new shower, I had lost track of time and ended up taking thirty minutes instead of ten.

"Uh... sorry for taking too long. I sort of..." I began to say, but my voice trailed off mid-way.

Leaning against the bed's headframe with his arms behind his head was not Feliciano, but...

Gilbert?

Horror washed over my body, and not in the comfortable way the shower had. I felt my body paralyzed in fear, my voice caught up in my throat.

The albino stared at me through his red eyes in slight confusion for a second, then narrowed them as he jumped off Feliciano's bed. He headed towards me, but stopped immediately as his eyes widened.

"You're not my roommate...are you?" His voice contained a clear edge to it, dangerous enough to break through glass.

Now it was my turn to be confused. Confused...and feared for my life. "Wh-where's Feliciano?" I finally squeaked out, wishing that the jolly redhead would just come in through the door.

"...The room across, with Kiku and Ludwig." Gilbert grunted. "That's where he's supposed to stay."

An awkward silence fell upon us as I tried to keep my head from exploding from confusion. Feliciano's my roommate. Why did he...?

Unless...I gulped. ...he might have mistaken this room for the wrong one and was originally supposed to spend another year with his friends.

Leaving me with... I glanced up slowly, meeting Gilbert's eyes.. Gilbert was glaring daggers at me. I immediately looked back down.

The silence lasted for another good minute. Until Gilbert finally decided to speak up.

"So...we're roommates now?"

I awkwardly nodded.

He cursed loudly.

...One whole month. ONE WHOLE FRICKEN' MONTH SPENT WRITING THIS CHAPTER. If you have finished reading ALL the tiny details and are now reading this message, I admire you so much.

I wasn't kidding about the one month thing. Maybe it was two. Basically, the day I wrote the first sentence on this chapter seems like a million years back.

God...my originality S.U.C.K.S. They weren't supposed to room together. NOT EVEN A BIT. The chapter that I had planned in my head was WAY different than this one. However, things happen.

To all the awesome saints out there reading this story, please READ and REVIEW! The next update is uncertain, but Imma try hurrying up!

...now I gotta go celebrate that I'm officially DONE by...calling my England friend and annoying here to death! TEEHEE~