Here is chapter 6, A WHOLE FUCKING DAY late. I feel like such a dick I am SO, INFINITELY sorry!
Warning: Author feels too much like shit to come up with a witty way to say she does not own Hetalia.
After leaving Francis's dorm house, Arthur's feelings were even more of a mess than they had started out in, which was most certainty not part of the plan.
You had a plan?
Arthur ignored the small voice in the back of his head. It was spouting total bullocks anyway. Of course he had a plan! He had meant to approach the Frenchman and sort out… whatever it was he was feeling (it didn't matter that he had come up with this plan after he stormed off)like a civilized gentleman. But it seemed like the minute he had actually come face to face with the Frenchman, every calm, rational thought had jumped off the cavern that was his mind, leaving him with nonsensical hate.
And it was hate. What he had just experienced was an emotion so strong and raw that it could only be loathing in its purest form. The Frenchman seemed to bring out the worse in him with his mere presence. That could be nothing but hate… Right? Arthur shook his head. His thoughts were too much of a jumble to dissect at the moment.
And the fact that he was even thinking about this was preposterous. There was nothing to dissect! His heightened emotions, lack of self-control and flushed face could only be hate. There was nothing more to it, and goddamn it this would be the last time he ever even considered the possibility of it ever being anything else! With that settled, yet absolutely no peace of mind gained, Arthur decided to find his own dorm.
While he noticed that Gilbert and Antonio were in the same dorm as they were last year, Arthur had been switched to a completely different sector. This conveniently happened to be the same one as Francis's.
Arthur had chosen to show up early to his first day, in favour of staying at home and having to deal with the first day of school early morning battle between his brothers. Who conveniently also attended this school (I swear, it seems like the whole bloody world is conspiring against me). He had used this extra time to ask the cheerful secretary about his new dorm house and roommates. His dorm was to be the same in appearance as last year (all the outside dorm rooms were the same – so as not to show favoritism, what bullocks), but his roommates were to change. Last year he had been placed with an obnoxious (in his opinion) American. This time around, he was to be rooming with two other boys by the names of Niklas Johansen and Vasillica Lupei, the former hailing from Norway while the latter hailed from Romania. While he knew of the Norwegian student, he had never met him, and as for the Romanian… he had heard school-wide stories and rumours surrounding him, claiming him to be a vampire. Shaking his head, Arthur scoffed (What total bullocks. Why would a vampire attend a prestigious art school? Wankers and nutters, the lot of them). The only dangerous thing about that Romanian had to be his legendary fights with the Hungarian girl. Sighing, Arthur pace slowed; he sensed a difficult year ahead of him.
Arthur heard the noise before he saw the dorm. The louder the nose got, the more his dread grew, and suddenly rooming with the American who was never there seemed like an increasingly good idea. When he approached the dorm, the source of the noise revealed itself to him. Said source was the Hungarian girl (Elizaveta Héderváry - he had seen her a few times in the hall) previously mentioned, and who he assumed to be his new Romanian roommate. He took this moment where he went unnoticed to survey his new roommate. He had strawberry blonde hair, leaning on the ginger side. He was average height, yet still slightly taller than Arthur himself. He was dressed in the school uniform, and while at first glance there was nothing significant about him to set him apart from any random person on the street, the closer Arthur looked, the more exceptional things he found about him. His hair was slightly longer than average, as were his canines (which can't have helped with the vampire rumours). On top of his head sat a small hat, with a red, yellow, and blue ribbon. But the most shocking thing about him was his ruby red eyes. All in all, the more you looked at him, the more quirks you seemed to notice.
His quirky new roommate was currently in the process of screaming insults at Elizaveta, with the Hungarian responding more than enthusiastically. If you could look past the frowns and rage in their eyes, it almost seemed like they were enjoying fighting.
I wonder if that's what Francis and I looked like… The thought shocked him as it entered his mind. But the more he observed Vasillica and Elizaveta, the more the thought seemed entirely plausible. But there's no way I'd enjoy anything involving the frog! So that's the end of that. Satisfied with his solution to his inner dilemma (for now), Arthur decided to make his presence known. He wasn't surprised when his awkward cough went unheard and the pair continued yelling. A tap on his shoulder caused him to whip around, turning to face a teen who was slightly shorter then himself. Arthur was momentarily caught off guard, but quickly regained his composure. The blonde boy he now stared at wordlessly held out his hand. Arthur grasped the hand firmly in his.
"Arthur Kirkland."
"Niklas Johansen."
"Oh! I'm supposed to be rooming with you this year." The Norwegian didn't bat an eyelash, taking the information in stride.
"Then I apologize in advance." The two fell into silence as they watched Vasillica and Elizaveta attempt to cover the sound of each other's voices with their own shouted insults. A few minutes of this passed before yet another teen approached him. This time it was someone he was more familiar with.
"Hello Roderich." The Austrian nodded, returning the pleasantries. After fulfilling his social duty (Arthur had always respected that about the teen, he was always a perfect gentleman), Roderich sighed and made his way over to Elizaveta. Arthur watched in awe as the Austrian was able to calm the brunette down.
"How the bloody hell did he manage that?" Arthur mumbled, more to himself then anything else.
"When Beillschmidt isn't around to calm Vasil down, Roderich helps us out with Elizaveta." By the way Niklas talked, it was obvious he was more pleasantly acquainted with. He was about to reply when the blonde teen cut him off.
"You might have heard, but they fight a lot. If you're going to be rooming with us, I think I should give you a fair warning; you might even be woken up by it on some days." Arthur's eyes widened.
"Do they really fight that much?"
"I think I'm even understating it." By now Arthur had started to notice how the boy spoke a monotone, keeping his voice and expression flat. While the two had been talking, Roderich had managed to subdue Elizaveta, and Vasillica had become suddenly aware of the mysterious new member in their group. Before he could say anything, Niklas filled him in, with Arthur simply standing there awkwardly, not quite sure what to do in this situation. It wasn't that he was bad with people, but at the same time he wasn't what you would call good. Arthur and people just didn't mix perfectly. New people, that is. Luckily, it seemed that the Romanian boy had no such problems.
"Vasillica. Dar te rog, call me Vasil." The boy smiled (only placing more emphasis on his abnormally long canines) and held his hand out. Arthur shook it, returning the introductions. Before the introductions could get farther, Elizaveta and Roderich walked up to the trio. Thankfully, Eliza and Vasil contended themselves with merely glaring at each other.
"We were going to head over to Wal-Mart to pick up food. Would anyone like to join us?" Arthur searched his brain desperately for ways to politely decline. An hour or so in a confined space with Eliza and Vasil? From what he'd seen, he'd end up caught in a Wal-Mart isle turf war. Thankfully, Niklas beat him to it.
"No thank you. Vasil still has to settle in." Arthur cocked his head, and, seeing his puzzled expression, the Romanian in question decided to elaborate.
"I tend to get distracted by things I can't remember I packed." This was said with a smile.
"You could at least have the decency to act sheepish about it." Vasil merely laughed, earning an eye roll from Eliza. Before an argument got ensue, Roderich made quick work of leaving. He and Elizaveta set off in the direction of her car, easily settling into conversation. Turning his attention back to the two teens, he found them already making their way to the dorm. Running to catch up to them, he dropped his bag, causing a small black journal to tumble out. Niklas grabbed his bag, while Vasil handed him his notebook. Thankfully, neither boy noticed the way Arthur's breathing sped up when the journal was dropped open. He was suddenly incredibly thankful for his neat, yet tiny printing. Before he could continue to ponder the nearly avoided disaster, Arthur was brought out of his thoughts by a brisk shove to his, back with caused him to tumble into the room, after which the door was promptly shut.
The room was identical to what he had seen in Francis's, the only difference being that, thankfully, there were three small beds instead of a single large one. That, and the room seemed more settled into, for lack of a better way to put it. It was obvious the two had been there in the morning from the thick books lying on every available flat surface. Picking up one of the titles in English, Arthur was shocked to find it was a book about folklore. He continued to pick up English titles, finding books on fairy tales, magic, mythical creatures, and just anything else one might want to know on magic. Surprised, Arthur turned to Vasil and Niklas, raising an eyebrow.
"Ah, da, we're quite into magic. Scuze, we didn't expect a roommate. We'll clean the room….mai târziu."
"No, no, I don't mind it. I'm quite into magic myself. I'm just surprised to find someone else is too." Arthur promptly sat down on the couch, launching into a rant on magic and its uses. He was once again pleasantly surprised when both Niklas and Vasil agreed whole heartedly, jumping in with their own suggestions.
Two hours later their conversation had exhausted itself, and the three were know seated on the couch, each reading a recommended book – they had swapped books about an hour ago, but the conversation had started anew, and the books were left momentarily forgotten. The three had talked about magic to begin with, before falling onto subjects like their personal lives and pasts, and Arthur found that he had less difficulty then expected sharing personal information with the Norwegian and Romanian. It was a surprise, but not an unwelcome one. He had discovered that Niklas attended the school for art (his medium being painting) and Vasil attending for writing, like himself.
Arthur was absorbed in a book analyzing the possible truth behind fairy tales when a pounding came from the door. He made to get up before Vasil beat him to it, opening the door to reveal Elizaveta and Roderich. Surprisingly, Eliza was smiling, and the smile only slightly faltered when she saw Vasil.
"Before you say anything, you have to hear this." Vasil leaned on the door frame; arms crossed, and raised his eyebrow in a quizzical way – a signal to go on.
"We saw Gilbert, Antonio and that new guy at Wal-Mart!" Arthur's head immediately snapped up at the mention of 'that new guy' who could only be Francis. Not to mention, the excitement in Eliza's voice piqued even Niklas's interest. It had nothing to do with Francis himself, of course. He couldn't care less about what happened to the frog.
"So they need to eat, what a super human occurrence!" Vasil, on the other hand, seemed less than excited.
"Oh fuck off, I'm not here to fight you." Elizaveta, who seemed less then pleased to have to look upon Vasil's face and not punch it from the beginning, blatantly refused to take any shit.
"Oh how beautiful and ladylike the poetry that spills from your mouth is!" Sadly, it seemed that Vasil had the same idea. Before snarky comments could escalate into full blown fighting, Arthur spoke up.
"What was it you were saying before?" Elizaveta's smile (which he know noticed was slightly skewed, and more than slightly sadistic) returned in full force.
"I saw Gilbert, Antonio and…" She trailed off, not wanted to address the blonde she had seen as 'that new guy' once again.
"Francis." Arthur reluctantly filled in; knowing Niklas and Vasil would jump to question him later.
"Yes, Francis. I saw them running around the store in…" But before she could finish, she was cut off by her own laughter and Roderich's chuckles. She tried three more times before giving up and handing her cellphone to Vasil. Whatever was on that screen must have been absolutely bloody hilarious because upon seeing it, the Romanian promptly bent over laughing. He even went so far as to lean back to back with Eliza, who, in her laughter, didn't seem to mind. Niklas got up from his place on the couch, taking the phone from Eliza. While he didn't burst into loud laughter, he did join Roderich in chuckling. Arthur, having enough of not knowing what the bloody hell was going, walked up and grabbed the phone. When he saw the photo displayed on the screen, his eyes widened comically and his jaw dropped, before joining the four teens in their laughter.
There, displayed on the screen for all to see, were Francis, Gilbert and Antonio, in quite possibly the most ridiculous, idiotic, flamboyant and horrendous outfits under the sun. They were just so terrible which was what made it so funny. Between their giggles, Roderich and Elizaveta managed to bid their goodbyes, with promises to email the rest of the photos (apparently, despite their hate for each other, Eliza and Vasil kept up a daily email correspondence).
"Well, that was odd." Arthur noted, after calming down. After seeing that, he was slightly afraid for the trio of idiots. Roderich had briefly commented 'Someone should really teach them how to properly dress like a woman' and Eliza's face had lit up (God knows what she plans to do with them… serves those wankers right) with such a twisted glee.
Tripping over his suitcase, which it just now occurred to Arthur that he hadn't yet unpacked (he subconsciously noted that once again, similar to his previous year here, the suitcase had been brought to his dorm for him), Arthur decided to busy himself with packing, the hilarious site of the oh-so-smooth Frenchman in… well… that, causing him to hum.
He considered this a point for him, thank you very much.
There ya have it. Author's Notes for this chapter, AWAY~!
1) It's short and late because I'm a dumbass. I ran into some computer issues, and I couldn't get it out! (ha! that's what she said!)
2) I used fan-names for Romania and Norway, because they don't have any official names.
3) I really like the name Niklas for Norway. I don't see it a lot, but I don't know, the minute I saw it I just... loved.
4) Romania's name was a little harder. There were three options, but I choose Vasillica because it sort of grew on me. I didn't like it at first but after a while Vasil was the only possible choice for Romania's name. So if some of you don't like it, I hope you can warm up to it like I did!
5) Fuck yeah magic trio!
Review answers because Author can't think of anything else to say:
Ashe Nightshade - I'd like to start of by saying you have no idea how fucking happy this review made me! You wrote a long review telling me what you think, and that makes you an amazing, wonderful person! I know! Getting away with crazy shit would be the shit (for lack of better way to say awesome). Yup! Gilly's got a think for everyone's favorite priss! (and so do I. I regret nothing) Fuck yeah Francis is gonna hook up Gil and Roddy! Really? PruAus is my OTP (I have no idea what that means. I shit you not. I only know that it's like a favorite pairing or somesuch. So I guess I know the gist of it?)! So, I hope I can write them well, wish me luck! *fingers crossed* I love Spamano! Since I'm an OTP whore, FrUK, PruAus, Spamano and DenNor are all my OTP's. CAN. NOT. HOLD. ALL. THE. FEELS! Of course the hero's gonna show up! I actually had that part about him rooming with Arthur written in before I read your review, so I'm really glad that someone had the same idea as me! I know! I understand if someone's writing a one shot that their relationship HAS to go fast but I can't write it like that. I just... no. I feel the exact same way, it's too unrealistic! I'M SO SORRY THIS UPDATE TOOK A DAY MORE THEN IT SHOULD HAVE! Merci for the review~!
Mr. Grell Michaelis - I'm glad I could induce laughter and thank you, I quite enjoy my catchphrase as well! Really? Moi? A favorite author? You cannot imagine how amazingly happy and overjoyed that made me when I read it. I literally flipped the fuck out. I was just dancing and squealing and shouting incoherent phrases all over the fucking place! Thank you SO MUCH! This means just... an unfathomable amount to me. And I am SO. FUCKING. SORRY this update took an extra day! Please, forgive my sorry ass! I NEED YOU! DON'T LEAVE ME! OHMYLORDFUCK YOU HAVE ACTUAL WAL-MART CODES! That shit is just simply DIVINE! I will love you forever. Thank you so much! (and in case you were wondering, the phrase "kid crapping on stuff" or just "Kid crapping" is absolutely hilarious, and you bet your ass I said it to myself about a hundred times. It just sounds right, y'know? Side note: why would one bet their ass?) Many thanks for the review ~ :D
AimIsTalking - I do believe I understand the reference in your name. AIM from comics, by any chance? If not, ignore me! I'm just an ultra-nerd, passing through. I do love my innaproprecy ~ ;) Merci for the love, and the review!
SylverMidnyte - Thank you so much for the Hungary idea. I have set down the foundations for the Hungary idea! Yes, he was just some random guy. He will henceforth be referred to as generic shopper guy, and might show up again. He'll be my scrape goat. Every time I need him, he will be there! Sometimes in the form of a woman! Many thanks for the review, and I sincerely apologize that you had to wait a day!
Croc'Sushi - Why haven't I answered this review yet? It was wonderful of you to review, yet I didn't reply last chapter, and I am so sorry! It makes me extremely happy to know that someone enjoy's my style of writing, so merci! And THANK YOU. I try really hard to make them in character, so I really hope they are! Da, I had to use google translate for the Spanish, and I SHOULD have used my EXTREMELY BASIC knowledge for the French. But I was a lazy asshole and I didn't. BUT THAT STOPS NOW! You can't imagine how happy it made me to know that my little story got out of the country! So many, many thanks! I'm sorry to keep you waiting on not only this review answer, but this chapter!
Well, that's it for now my darlings! I'll be back next week, DEFINITELY on Saturday this time! Once again, I am extremely sorry for bein' a dick and not updating yesterday!
Madame Perv, perving out ~ ;)