That night

The 'Superpowers' were all gathered in Alfred's dorm in the east wing of Hetalia high.

Thanks to their influence, they each were right next to each other (connected by doors) and had three of the only single person rooms in the school.

Thanks to the same influence, Yao and Ivan made sure Arthur and the rest of his type, like the Bat Touch Trio, were all as far away as possible in the south wing.

The three were sitting in Alfred's room, Star Wars playing and Alfred was absolutely absorbed in it.

Meanwhile Ivan and Yao were discussing a certain problem named Arthur Kirkland.

"What are we going to do aru?" said Yao. "I would ruin him. I have plenty of material on him already. But then Alfred would be suspicious of why I'm going after him".

"True comrade. I can't beat him with my pipe and he seems to be stupid enough not to understand the smile of death". Ivan added.

When Ivan and Alfred entered their 'Cold War' phase they came up with a plethora of great names for each other.

Actually Alfred still calls Ivan 'Red' all the time, and when Ivan wants to mess with Alfred he will call him 'Hillbilly' and Ivan and Yao both call him 'Colony' or 'Bi-Polar'.

Alfred also calls both of them (mostly Yao though) 'Old man'.

And during one of their nicknaming phases, Alfred called the smile Ivan gives to people (which he is somehow immune to) the 'smile of death', and it sort of stuck.

Yao huffed and leaned back in the chair he was sitting on.

"It is not fair aru" he complained. "We have worked hard to get where we are now, and he cannot mess this up for us aru".

"Da." Ivan agreed.

"But think of it this way. Fredka is rather oblivious, maybe we should just let him handle this and mistake Kirkland's flirting for rage and pull an Allen on him".

"Yes but I hate just sitting here like this aru!"

At that Alfred squeaked from the couch and fell toppling the couch back.

"I'm fine!" he yelled, picking it back up again and going back to the movie.

Yao sighed, Alfred was so young.

"The only person in history to rise to power in this school before senior year. And he managed to do it in Junior and by sophomore he was head to head with us" Ivan said wistfully.

"But yet he is still a child. Still obsessed with Superhero's, Animes and explosions. Afraid of ghosts, yet can posses someone like a demon in his movies. So powerful, and downright cruel, but yet, still so innocent".

"Since when were you the poet aru?" teased Yao.

"On some levels I hate him more than anything else on earth. I believe you do to, correct" he continued.

Yao nodded, it was true.

"I also know that he feels the same way about both of us".

"Yet I can't imagine what it would be like without him spending every waking moment annoying us."

Now Ivan's look darkened.

"I will not stand for that tea loving идиот to corrupt him".

Yao agreed, but couldn't think of how to stop Arthur without ruining things with Alfred.

"I guess we'll have to settle this like normal people aru" said Yao. "by always being around so we can kill him if he lays a finger on him".

"Da. Agreed".

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Arthur walked across the school to the student dormitories in the far west wing and finally came to his room at the end of the hall.

'720' he read on the slip of paper and then checked the room number.

'I hate it when they give me the dorms at the end of hall. Oh well, that's the price you pay for wanting a single dorm' he thought as he opened the door.

When he looked inside he froze.

And then let out a scream so loud a certain Russian and Chinese man let out wicked grin.

Inside were Francis, Gilbert and Antonio.

They all had drinks in their hands and the Prussian was on the table strip-dancing.

Francis was pretending to fan himself while laughing that god awful laugh of his, while Antonio playing his guitar to the tune of some song and singing "Vamous espana, Vamous espana. I carry the Rojiguada in my arms."
Arthur stood in the door way, eye twitching and sputtering various curses.

After he calmed himself down a small bit, he screamed "Get out of my dorm!"

"Sorry Senior, but I believe you are in our dorm" the Spanish teen said not stopping his guitar playing.

"No this is my room, 702" Arthur said.

Francis started to laugh even louder.

"Mon cher, looks like your sharing this year".

"What? But I always get a single dorm?" Arthur yelled confused. "It must be a mistake".

"Sorry to tell you this angleterre, but Ivan and Yao make the room assignments and this is the one furthest from Alfred's".

"Don't call me that! And anyways, I refuse to room with you three twats all year!" he screeched.

"Well if it makes you feel better. The awesome me and the slightly less awesome Antonio are actually next door, we just built a door connecting the two rooms so we can hang out and have an awesome time whenever we want". Gilbert smirked.

"Although I don't know why you would be so against having an awesome roommate like me. I guess my pure awesomeness just intimidates someone as unawsome as yourself".

"Out!" Arthur screamed pointing to the door on the side of the wall.

"Calm down senior, we'll go" quelled Antonia putting his guitar in his case.

"The awesome me has some unawsome homework to do anyway." added Gilbert walking out the door.

Arthur walked over and slammed it shut.

"That wasn't very gentlemanly of you Angleterre". Francis joked.

Arthur was in no mood for jokes now.

"Ground rules" he said simply.

"You don't touch me.

You don't talk to me.

You don't go near my stuff.

No parties unless I approve,

And anytime I am here, those two idiots are not!"

"I can promise all but the last one. Last year I gave them keys to the room".

Arthur sighed, but figured it was better than nothing.

"Fine. But they better be fully clothed whenever I'm around".

"Speaking of fully clothed, now that we're alone?" Francis said suggestively.

Arthur groaned and shook his head. "I thought you had changed when I got here since you didn't seem to be groping everyone in sight."

"I get days off, non?" Francis smirked.

Arthur glared his slightly terrifying stare, that simiar to Ivan and Alfred's relationship, Francis was somehow immune to.

"Oh anglorterre stop with the dramatics. We both know you are just as bad as me, just quieter about it, and not even by much".

Francis walked over and put his arm around the slightly shorter man.

"In fact today you passed me in perversion. Well done".

"Rule number one" Arthur reminded, pushing Francis away.

"Oui, but rules are meant to be broken. Aren't those you words cherie" said Francis.

"I swear to god Francis, you touch me while I'm sleeping and I will castrate you."

"You didn't seem to think that way when we…"

Arthur put his hand over Francis's mouth and growled "Never, ever, speak of that again. I was drunk, alright.".

Francis tore Arthur's' hand off his mouth and smirked again.

"Look who can't keep their hands off of me. Maybe you should follow your own rules, although I don't really mind if you want to touch me more".

The Brit recoiled as if he were standing next to a plague victim.

He sputtered for a while and then resigned himself to silence.

He walked over to his side of the room and began to unpack, ignoring the other teen in his room completely.

By the time everything was set and done, a duck tape line separating the two half (one with British rock band posters, pictures of tea, and gave an overall punk/prep feel; While the other seemed like it was ripped strait out of Paris) were clearly divided.

When Arthur checked the time he saw it was Ten so he decided to turn in early that night.

"Frog, I'm going to bed, so shut up!"

"Mio? Aren't you the one yelling?" Francis retorted.

The Brit huffed, but walked over to his bed anyway.

Francis also went to his on the far side of the room and the lights went out.

Arthur laid for a few minutes thinking about the day and started to slip into slumber.

Then through the paper thin walls he heard a crash, a string of German curses, and once again the guitar started and someone was singing "Vamous espana".

"Frog" he said simply. "I am going to kill you and your friends in a slow and painful manner".

"Oui".