I actually did it! Do you see this TheAmazingGenie? I did it! I hope you read this and love it... if you don't love it... well, I tried.
Anyways my poppets, I have many stories to catch up. Leave requests in the review section and I will see if I can handle them. And if you pair up two characters of different genders, I may have to genderbend because I don't want to believe that these supervisors would be that negligent... again.
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As a plethora of students began to unload themselves from the bus they were forced to spend several hours in, two of the supervisors were having quite the heated discussion.
The more authoritative male was yelling at the happy-go-lucky brunette for some reason or another, as per the usual with these two. A few minutes in, however, he stopped and took a deep breath.
"You're not even listening to me, are you?" the German questioned.
The Brunette looked at his friend quizzically. "Do you want the real answer or…?"
Allen raked his hands through his long hair, trying to calm himself. "We cannot room a guy with a girl."
"Why?" Remus asked, not understanding why the other school adviser was so upset.
"Because they might sleep together!" the blond yell-whispered.
"That's the idea… they both have to sleep."
"You know what I mean-sex."
The Italian formed his eyebrows to underscore his confusion. "Most of the people attending are gay… so the rooming situation is kinda designed for… in fact, if that's the problem, we should probably room more guys with girls."
Allen rubbed his temples in an effort to calm himself. "What if she gets pregnant?"
"Elizaveta? Are you kidding me? Have you seen the way she handles a frying pan? Plus, she doesn't even like that German kid. They'll be fine. Stop worrying about it."
"I will not stop worrying about it! Just get another room."
"Can't," he shrugged, not seeming to care in the slightest about the German's discontent. "The hotel is fully booked. Unless you think sending one of them to the next available hotel, seventeen miles away is more responsible?"
"I just- ugh. Why didn't you mention this before?"
He pulled out a tomato he had apparently been keeping in his pocket. After rubbing of the surface a bit with his shirt sleeve, he took a bite. "It wasn't important," he shrugged.
"You're so lucky there was a mess up and now you get to room with a girl," Francis whined, sulking a bit about his own rooming situation as the trio walked down the hallway.
"I guess I'm just too awesome for rules," Gilbert grinned.
"When you think about it, she's more of a guy then you are Gil." The others turned to the Spaniard who just spoke.
"What?" the German asked confused.
"Well, she's more athletic than you, she's stronger than you, and has more stamina than you do," Antonio explained. Francis broke out in a fit of giggles, while the albino's face reddened with embarrassment.
"Shut up! I don't have to take this from you people!" Gilbert stopped abruptly in front of one of the rooms. He fished his key out of his front left pocket and unlocked the door.
"Aww, don't be such a spoil sport," Francis whined.
"Good day!"
"Come on, we were only joshing!" Antonio protested.
"I said good day!" With that, Gilbert slammed the door behind him. The sight that greeted his entrance to the room was surprising to say the least. Inside, Elizaveta had spent who knows how long hanging up a picture of her holding a frying pan, with the caption Don't even think about it right in front of his bed. "Well, aren't you just precious?" the German remarked sarcastically.
The Hungarian was lying on her stomach in bed. She was wearing short purple pajama pants with a matching top that was littered with images of kittens. Not even bothering to look away from the book she was currently invested in, she simply put up a sign that read: No. Leave me alone. which she had apparently pre-prepared.
Because making those kinds of signs and posters are normal… the albino mused. His dufflebag was already on his bed from earlier today when he haphazardly tossed it there. After retrieving a clean pair of underpants, pajamas, and toiletries, he made his way towards the bathroom. "I'm going to get ready for bed," he declared, in case the girl was curious. She merely continued reading but flipped the sign to the back, which read Don't Care.
Totally fucking normal, he thought. Once in the bathroom, he didn't notice the slight grin the formed on the lips of his silent roommate. The German locked the door behind him and used the privacy of the room to admire his own good looks. Soon after losing his third staring contest with the bathroom mirror he noticed the multiple miniature bottles littering the counter. He had the body lotion, but not the shampoo and conditioner. Since it was only a two night trip, he did not think it would be necessary; however, looking at the bottles made him realize how dirty his hair really was-though it was really just his imagination.
In the end, he decided that a wash never hurt anybody. He brushed his teeth first, using most of his time with the toothbrush to pretend he was a famous singer, then went to the shower. Following a quick scrub, the albino began to focus his attention on his hair, emptying the white liquid onto his silver locks. Quickly, however, his scalp began to burn. He washed it out as fast as he could only feel his hair come out along with the soap.
What the hell?! he inwardly screamed. Only a few moments after did he realize what actually happened. Instantly, he wrapped a towel around his waist and stormed out of the bathroom, the remains of his hair still dripping wet.
"I hate you!" the albino asserted, pointing at the female lying every so innocently on her bed. She simply pointed to the sign, indicating her lack of interest. Still very angry, the German retrieved the now empty bottle of what he thought was shampoo and hurled it at the Hungarian. "You don't put Nair in the fucking shampoo bottle!"
She glared at him, ripping her eyes away from what appeared to be a very interesting novel for a moment. "And you don't sit next to my Roderich when I told you I was going to sit there," she hissed.
"Is that what this is about? Seriously? He saved me a seat okay little miss I-have-a-sign-for-that. You do not put that disgusting lady gunk all up in the hotel shampoo. I look like fucking King Neptune from that SpongeBob movie!"
"Did you know they were making a sequel?" she inquired, tone changing entirely.
"Really? Wow, that would be-no. I am really mad at you right now. Hitting me with a frying pan is one thing, but this is ridiculous."
"What's ridiculous is you not believing me when I said you'd regret it."
Gilbert glared at the brunette on the bed by the window, but he already knew this argument was going nowhere. Lucky for him, he packed a beanie, but that would only cover it up for a couple of days. What was he supposed to do? Wear a hat until his hair grew back fully? He sighed and shook away his thoughts. It was late and they had an early morning planned tomorrow. Feeling a bit disenchanted with his rooming situation that he was oh so proud of less than an hour ago, he decided revenge is best served with a side helping of surprise. Another day, when she least expected it, he would reap his comeuppance, but for now, he would be the better man.
"I'm going to bed," the German stated, walking back into the bathroom to get fully dressed. He had spent the entire argument in a bath towel.
Elizaveta was a bit taken aback by her roommate's actions, but rolled her eyes regardless and once again held up her Don't Care sign.
Just when the German was about to fall asleep, he was rudely ripped away from what could have been a peaceful slumber by the sound of a frying pan demolishing the second bed in the room. He rolled over and looked towards the Hungarian for some sort of explanation.
"There was a spider," she explained weakly.
Honestly not caring about her fears, he turned back to lie on his back and closed his eyes once more.
"It was a Taranchula!" Elizaveta clarified, not that it interested the albino. She looked at the two halves of the bed then back over to the German. No way she was asking him for anything. With a deep breath, she collected the duvet and placed it face down on the floor, folding it in an effort to make it more comfortable, but still being careful not to use the side with the splattered remains of the disgusting arachnid.
Gilbert opened one eye and glanced down at the girl's situation. Barely two seconds later, he felt himself drowning in his own guilt. He tried to convince himself that if she wanted the bed, she would have asked for it-nay, demanded it. Still, his deeply instilled sense of chivalry got the best of him. Begrudgedly, he took his custom-made Prussian Flag pillow and gigantic Gilbird stuffed animal to the floor, silently declaring the make-shift bed as his own. Crudely, he yanked the sheets off her broken bed and tucked himself in.
Elizaveta looked at him in confusion and slight anger when she first thought he was making fun of her, but then realized what he was doing. Nearly protesting at first, but she knew it was a lost cause. Smiling to herself, she kissed the German's forehead and whispered a soft apology as she went to the bed closest to the wall. Maybe he wasn't just the narcissistic prick she had originally thought him to be...
