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Chapter 4: The Start

Dimitri hated to admit it but, as usual, Roderich was right about him. He did get horribly lonely. His University classes started two weeks after he'd gotten in from Romania so Dimitri still had a week and now he was beginning to go insane.

He couldn't stand the crushing loneliness and the emptiness of his apartment and was bored out of his mind. He could only watch so much television without going insane and he couldn't go out without dressing like a girl so he avoided that too, other than absolutely necessary trips to the supermarket.

He wanted to get a cat but when he went to see Heracles about it; it turned out he was allergic. He didn't want to get a dog either, they were too much work. Maybe one day, but not today. So it looked like he was getting a roommate. Unless he wanted to get a pet fish. But Dimitri wasn't stooping that low and giving Roderich that kind of satisfaction. No way.

Still he resisted, it was his crippling fear of being alone versus his absolute hatred of cross-dressing, which he would have to do 24/7 if he got a roommate. No thanks. He wanted this place because it was somewhere he could be himself. And he was not a cross-dresser, no matter what Elizabeta might say. At least not any more than he needed to be.

But he really did want someone to talk to…

Dimitri shook himself, you'll be fine. You've only got one more week before Uni starts, and then you'll have all the social interaction and people you can handle.

But that, while true, that wouldn't solve Dimitri's phobia of sleeping in an otherwise empty house.

He hated it.

As a young child Dimitri had been mostly all alone, aside from the servants who -while most of them were sympathetic and friendly- were getting paid to work, not to keep a young child company.

His father was a very busy man and cared very little for his eerie looking son. His mother, a great beauty, was always at cocktail parties and galas and cared even less for him.

He had gotten past that period of his life but he still disliked never having anyone around, it reminded him of being a lost, lonely young child and he didn't enjoy the feeling one bit.

His teen years had been a bit better; Dimitri had never been close with his mother, still wasn't, and now definitely wouldn't be. But his father had finally taken an interest in the young man who would one day be King and had taken Dimitri under his wing.

Dimitri still held a teensy bit of resentment towards his father for the neglect and solitude he had gone through as a child but other than that they had gotten along okay.

Until Dimitri had found out his parents were two of the most close-minded homophobic morons he had ever had the displeasure of meeting. Ever since then (Dimitri was 15 at the time), his relationship with his father had been soured. Soured by the knowledge that he was either going to have to keep his sexuality a secret from his father for life or, and this had ended up happening, telling him and having him hate his own son for life.

But when he was fourteen something had happened that had changed Dimitri's life forever.

At a fancy dinner party in Vienna, not long after his fourteenth birthday, he had been introduced to the President of Austria's fifteen year old son, Roderich Edelstein.

The two boys, despite their incredibly different personalities, had become instant friends. There had never been anything romantic between the two of them, ever, but they had been closer than brothers. So when Dimitri knew he had to escape he turned to Roderich to help him do it. Because Roderich was the only person who had ever always been there for him.

Dimitri flopped onto his couch, heavily debating calling said person, just for someone to talk to. Heck, right now he'd settle for talking to Elizabeta. But no, he already owed Roderich his so much, he needed to stop leaning on his friend and get his own life.

With a muttered curse Dimitri got up and searched for his jeans, a blouse and padded bra, screw this, he didn't care if he had to dress up as a girl, he was going out. He had been cooped up inside this apartment for almost a week and was now contact-starved and stir-crazy.

After getting changed and shoving his phone into his back pocket (and praying to any God that might be listening that he wouldn't screw this up) he exited his apartment with a soft sigh of relief. He really loved that place but geez, finally.

After ordering a cappuccino Dimitri sat down at a table with a contented smile. He knew Roderich, who was rather anti-social, wouldn't understand this at all but Dimitri genuinely enjoyed just being around other people in a public place every once in a while. It made him feel as though he was part of something bigger than himself and that made him feel happy. His coffee was delivered and he thanked the waitress politely, remembering to use his girl's voice (it would be rather awkward if he didn't).

Dimitri sipped his cappuccino (which was actually really good) as he surveyed the people around him. He was just about to comment to himself about how nice and lively the coffee shop was when things got even livelier.

A blur of black and white tumbled into the seat opposite Dimitri. The blur, which turned out to be a young man, Dimitri's age or a shade older, blinked up at him with red eyes a shade darker than Dimitri's own.

It appeared the young man had been pushed, almost thrown, onto the chair across from Dimitri by his two overly-enthusiastic friends who were now standing a safe distance away, calling out suggestions.

"Talk to her! She's cute!" One of them yelled. He had wavy dark brown hair that reached just past his ears, going well with his pale brown skin and highlighting his brilliant green eyes. His accent was heavily Spanish and easily his best feature was the gorgeous, sunny smile that lit up his whole face.

"Get her number!" The other one yelled, he had wavy chin-length blond hair and sky-blue eyes and sounded French.

"You guys shut up!" The red-eyed male in front of Dimitri yelled back, his accent was heavily German.

Since he'd touched down in America Dimitri had only had contact with a handful of people. The list consisted of Roderich, Elizabeta, Feliks, Toris, Heracles, a couple of shop workers and the barista and waitress at the café and now these three. It looked like the only Americans in that list were the barista, about 95% of the shop keepers and maybe the waitress. No one he knew by name.

Why are there so many Europeans? He wondered, he mentally snorted, probably because Roderich keeps sending them all here when they want to run away.

"I'm sorry, can I help you?" Dimitri asked politely, sipping his coffee.

The young man jumped slightly, as though he had actually forgotten Dimitri was there.

The German male had dark red eyes, as Dimitri had noticed earlier, and skin even paler than his own. He looked to be about half a foot taller than Dimitri but the Romanian couldn't really tell since they were sitting down. He was slender but rather well muscled, his white t-shirt which seemed to have, if Dimitri wasn't much mistaken, a Prussian flag on it was slightly tight over his well-muscled chest. His dark jeans fitted him nicely and he was also wearing a mischievous, slightly arrogant smirk that suited him well.

Hastily the young man straightened himself up and held out his hand, "Hi, I'm the awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt, it's awesome to meet you, can you tell me your name?"

"Um, it's Wihelmina, Wihelmina Antonescu," Dimitri said because Roderich was a douche-bag and had given him the first name of the lead female from Dracula.

Asshole.

"But you can call me Will or Mina," he added quickly, Will, please. If he was going to have a nickname he hoped it would at least be a boy's nickname.

Gilbert grinned, "Well you see Miss Mina-"

Dammit, thought Dimitri.

"-my two unawesome friends over there bet me fifty bucks each you wouldn't say I was cute. Can you help the awesome me prove them wrong?" Gilbert asked.

Dimitri laughed, remembering just in time to make his laugh girly. This Gilbert guy actually was pretty hot. Not Dimitri's type (he went for dark and mysterious) but pretty hot. And though he had made a vow to himself that he wouldn't lead any unfortunate straight guy on by pretending to be a girl he didn't mind doing something like that when it obviously wasn't going to go anywhere.

It was just so random! A guy was flirting with him! A (presumably straight) guy was openly flirting with him in a public place, being egged on by two friends. And no once cared! They were barely getting glanced at! It was unreal to Dimitri.

Sure, why not? He thought, what could it hurt? "You're cute," he said, raising his voice loud enough for the Frenchman and the Spaniard to hear him, "really cute." He winked at Gilbert who grinned back as the Spaniard and the Frenchman groaned and pulled out their wallets.

Gilbert cackled as he took the money from his friends, he seized one of Dimitri's hands and kissed the back of it, dropping a twenty dollar note on the table by Dimitri's cup.

"Thanks for your help, buy yourself something nice sweet-cheeks," he winked at Dimitri.

He and his friends grabbed their coffee cups and took off before a giggling Dimitri could protest. Dimitri folded his hands around his coffee cup and looked at the twenty dollar note.

I go out for coffee and just to be around people and I get twenty bucks for saying some guy is cute? I am one lucky bitch. Dimitri thought. Maybe being a girl really wasn't that bad, "he really was kinda cute." Dimitri said out loud to himself, making sure to keep his voice girly in case someone else overheard him.

It was lucky he did because someone else did overhear him.

"I would not go down that road if I were you," said a serious-looking young man, from behind him, twisting around in his seat to look at Dimitri.

Dimitri twisted around too. "What makes you say that?" 'She' asked.

The young man, who had short, scruffy brown hair, and the most amazing pair of bottomless brown eyes Dimitri had ever seen, surrounded by thick black lashes, shrugged and took another sip of his coffee.

"I go to collage with Beilschmidt, Bonnefoy and Carriedo. They're good people, but they're heart-breakers. Especially Beilschmidt."

"Huh? And what collage do you guys go to?" Dimitri asked.

"I go to Hetalia University," the young man, who appeared to be a few years older than Dimitri, replied, picking a brown hair off of the shoulder of his green suit jacket.

Shit, that's where Roderich, Eliza and I are going. Dimitri thought. That meant if he wasn't careful he might very possibly see Gilbert Beilschmidt and his friends again. His one-time flirting now had the potential to become dangerous. He mentally shook himself, I'm just nervous and overreacting, Beilschmidt isn't my type and I'm definitely not his.

He forced a smile for the good (alright excellent) looking young man, "really? That's where I'm starting in a few days! I'll definitely keep your advice in mind Mister…Um…" He paused, he didn't know his companion's name.

"I'm Nickolas Raev, pleasure to meet you, Miss Antonescu, was it?" He asked in a bored tone with an accent that, again, was defiantly not American, it sounded…Bulgarian…if Dimitri was not much mistaken. He was pretty good at picking accents, though not as good as Roderich, of course.

'She' nodded, "yup, that's it. Maybe I'll see you around sometime?" Dimitri drained his cup and stood, that was enough interaction for him for one day, he was so out.

"Yeah, maybe. Goodbye," Nickolas muttered, looking back at his notes.

"Bye!" Dimitri made to walk off but stopped when Nickolas called out to her again.

"Miss Antonescu!"

Dimitri turned, Nickolas held out the twenty dollar note Gilbert had given 'her,' "you forgot this."

"Oh," for some reason Dimitri started to blush, "that's okay, you keep it. Thanks for the advice." Grabbing his bag (alright; purse), Dimitri bolted leaving a bewildered Nickolas holding out a twenty-dollar note to thin air. He frowned ever so slightly. That bubbly blonde girl with the Romanian accent and the weird tooth was kinda annoying. But she was more than kinda weird…

And there's Bulgaria. R & R guys, I wanna know what you think.

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Don't bother doing the first one, I just finished it.

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BACK ON TO MY FIC!

Side parings, if anyone has any idea what parings I should do for France, Spain and Prussia let me know. (I have my own but I really want all of your opinions!).

And if anyone has any suggestions for what should happen with Austria, Switzerland and Hungary, I'm all ears!

Ok, stopping now, you know when you spell "Beilschmidt' right and 'Gilbert' wrong (twice!) it's time to stop writing.

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