Wow! This fic is really popular, I was amazed at the amount of follows and favourites and reviews it gets compared to my other fics, please keep it up guys!
Many thanks to Aku-Chan The Devil-San and PCheshire for following and favoriting this fic and the same PCheshire for following me! Thank you guys so much, you rock!
To the wonderful Taco Box, many thanks for following and reviewing and many more thanks for taking an interest in skyfire101's challenge fic. I don't know if she told you but she was really happy! Are you going to write it? I'd love to read it if you do.
As for my reviewers, where do I start?
Arinse, sorry but PoLiet is going to be cannon for this fic, as for your other idea, I don't care if people hate me for it, I love FrUK! But I also love FrancexWorld so we will have to see, we will definitely see…
The Damned Goddess, glad you like it and I will bare that knowledge about cats and Benadryl in mind.
DeathbladeMeister, I'm afraid you've got it wrong, you are the one who is Prussia-awesome! As requested, I am updating.
To Anime Lover in Heaven who favorited as well as reviewing; hmm… another FrUK fan? Here I thought Arinse and I might be the only ones. And Elizabeta is well aware of Roderich and Vash's feelings for each other, but my imagination is working on it, don't you worry about that.
To the previously mentioned Aku-Chan The Devil-San, I loved your rant, that was originally what I put Prussia in the story for (though I do love PruCan too). I also love Spamaro so you guys can look out for that.
Good God that was a long author's note. Without further delay, I give you… chapter 5! R & R and enjoy guys, I don't own.
Chapter 5: The University
The next week Dimitri got up bright and early. Sighing, he did his hair and his make up and padded his bra.
Dimitri's heart was hammering nervously; sure he had been out of his house a fair few times the past two weeks, mostly to get groceries and coffee but this was different. This wasn't a semi-crowded coffee shop or supermarket. This was a full-on university with people his own age who were going to expect him to at least know how to act like a girl convincingly. More so than a two-day crash course could teach him.
No, Dimitri took a deep breath, that course was perfect. If Feliks says I can be a girl I can damn well be a girl.
And he wasn't here to make friends; yet, he could do that after he stopped pretending to be a girl, so logically no one would ever get close enough to him to discover the truth.
I just hope it's that simple, thought Dimitri, tugging on his shoes and standing up.
He got off the bus at 8:30; he had half an hour to find the right room for his two-hour lecture and hour long class.
Dimitri pulled out his map and stared. He wrote and read decent English, of course, thanks to Roderich, but this map looked like ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics with lines and circles everywhere and the writing so minute Dimitri would need a magnifying glass to make any sense of it.
Well, I'm fucked; he crumpled the map slightly and stuffed it into the pocket of his maroon coat. I guess I'll have to ask someone.
"Hey! Wihelmina!?" A voice called, it took Dimitri a few seconds to remember that that 'was' 'his' name. He jumped slightly and turned around.
Waving frantically, Gilbert Beilschmidt ran up to 'her.' His two friends, the Frenchman(?) and the Spaniard(?) who Dimitri knew only as 'Bonnefoy and Carriedo' walked behind him at a more leisurely pace, talking together.
"Oh, hi Gilbert," said Dimitri, surprised, he hadn't expected to run into him this quickly, if at all.
Gilbert grinned, "fancy seeing you here, I didn't know you went to Uni here." He said.
"Just started today, I didn't know you went here either," Dimitri replied, the first part was true, the second a lie. Dimitri couldn't say why but he didn't want to tell Gilbert that he had spoken to Nickolas Raev about him.
Gilbert grinned, "Second year music student. And you?"
"I'm taking International Studies, I just moved here from Romania so I really wanted to do something about countries, its interesting how similar and different they all are. Anyway, what do you do for music?" Dimitri asked, deflecting the conversation away from 'her'self.
So far Gilbert had only really given off the aura of a dumb jock type, nice, but all muscle and no brain. So Dimitri was fully expecting a blank look and a 'what?' as a response to his statement about his course subject, but Gilbert nodded and gave him a half-smile.
"Yeah I know what you mean, I moved here from awesome Germany a few years ago. There are some things I still haven't gotten used to and some things haven't changed at all! And I sing awesomely and play guitar." He told her.
He gestured at his two friends who had just reached them, "Fran's a culinary and business student," he made a face and gestured at the blond," and Toni's a law student," he gestured at the brunet.
Gilbert then turned to his friends and slung an arm around Dimitri's shoulders, "hey guys, this is Wihelmina, the girl from the coffee shop."
"Hola," the brunet now known as Toni stuck his hand out and shook Dimitri's, "my name's Antonio Fernandez Carriedo but you can just call me Antonio or Toni." His smile lit up his face.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Mina Antonescu," Dimitri said, realizing he might as well accept the inevitable and start referring to himself as 'Mina' from now on, shaking Antonio's hand.
The blond, now known as Fran moved forwards and took Dimitri's hand from Antonio and bowed over it, kissing the back of his hand lightly, "Plaisir de vous rencontrer, pleasure to meet you, Miss Mina, my name is Francis."
"N-Nice to meet you too Francis," Dimitri stammered, they think you're a girl, he reminded himself mentally, still, this was a little weird, wasn't it? Oh yeah, it's weird.
"So are you lost, Mina?" Gilbert asked as Francis stepped back.
"Completely," Dimitri admitted, he pulled his slightly-crumpled map from the pocket of his coat and showed it to the three older boys.
Antonio whistled, Francis shook his head, "I've known how to speak fluent English for almost eleven years now and I assure you, I have no idea what that says."
Gilbert shook his head also, "the writing's too small, you're never going to make it out." He looked around, trying and failing to map the campus in his head (like he'd ever take the time to memorise a university campus). "You said you need to get to the International Studies room," he murmured, thinking out loud, "that'd be in the International building."
"Really, what makes you think that?" Said Francis blandly, Gilbert elbowed him in the ribs.
"I have no freakin' clue where that is," the albino admitted.
Dimitri was about to thank them for their help and beat a hasty retreat but Antonio perked up.
"You're taking International Studies? My Lovi takes that! I know where his classroom is, c'mon, follow me!" He bounded off. The other three followed.
"I don't think my cousin will like you calling him 'my Lovi,' at least in public." Francis told the happy-go-lucky Spaniard.
Gilbert snorted, "Lovino doesn't like anything. And just because he doesn't like something doesn't mean it's not true!"
"Hear hear," said Antonio enthusiastically.
"Who's Lovino?" Asked Dimitri, following behind the older three boys.
"My roommate and Francis's cousin. He'll be the adorable, grumpy Italian white the huge curl, make sure you make friends with him, he's wonderful." Said Antonio, both Gilbert and Francis shook their heads vehemently behind the Spaniard's back but they smiled as they did so. It was clear that all three of them, especially Antonio, were very fond of this 'Lovino' person, whoever he was.
They arrived in front of a large red-brick building and Antonio pushed the door open and held it for the other three.
Francis looked around as he entered, "mon ami, this building is right next to the music hall, how did you not know where this building was?" He asked Gilbert.
"How can the awesome me be expected to clutter up his awesome brain with unawesome knowledge like that!" Exclaimed Gilbert, waving his arms around for emphasis.
Francis sighed and ran a hand through his silky blond hair, "give it a rest already Gil," he said. Gilbert ignored him completely.
They walked down a hall and passed a green-eyed blond male going in the opposite direction, books under one arm. Francis pounced (metaphorically) on the blond male.
"Arthur! My dear," he purred, "I didn't expect to see you here so early in the morning, you don't have classes until this afternoon, do you not?"
The blond who was apparently named Arthur struggled free of Francis's grip, "unhand me you bloody frog!" He yelled, squirming away. Once free he turned and glared at the older male, "I do not have classes until this afternoon yes, but I'm here to use the library, some of us responsible students do that occasionally. You should try it sometime."
"Ah but ma chere, you said only responsible students use the library," Francis replied, winking a sky blue eye.
Arthur grumbled and walked off, nodding at Gilbert and Antonio and throwing Dimitri a curious look mixed with something that almost looked like pity.
"Friend of yours?" Dimitri asked Francis.
The other blond nodded, "my very own grumpy roommate."
"And Antonio's ex-boyfriend!" Gilbert said loudly, Antonio squirmed and blushed.
"Really?" Dimitri asked.
Antonio blushed and nodded, "yup, I'm gay." He said honestly.
Me too, Dimitri wanted to say, but couldn't.
Francis sighed dramatically, "I cannot choose between men and women, my heart is just so full of love I must share it with all the world!" He threw his arms out dramatically; Gilbert just rolled his eyes and smiled.
Oh wow, they're both so open about it. Dimitri thought admiringly, he was so used to his real sexuality being and almost literally life-or-death secret that he had never considered being open about it, even after he stopped masquerading as a girl.
They reached a plain brown door with the words 'International Studies' written on a piece of laminated paper nailed to the door.
Antonio reached for the handle and opened the door; the three students seated in the room, all boys around Dimitri's age glanced up.
The first boy was a solemn looking Asian boy with a bowl cut and huge chocolate-coloured eyes wearing a neat white button-up shirt and black slacks, a laptop open in front of him.
The second boy was a timid looking blond with strange violet eyes who offered Dimitri a shaky smile which he tried to return.
The third boy was a scowling Latino with pale green eyes and brown hair, a huge curl sticking out one side; he was munching on a tomato but glanced up as the door opened. His scowl intensified as he saw Antonio.
"What do you want bastard?" He demanded.
Antonio smiled, "just dropping of a new student, this is Wihelmina; she's new here so take good care of her, kay Lovi?"
"Whatever," said Lovino as though he didn't really care, but he did stand up and pull out a chair by his own for Dimitri as 'she' entered the room.
"You can leave now you stupid Spaniard!" He yelled as he noticed Antonio watching him.
"Thank you guys so much for helping me, I hope we'll see each other soon," said Dimitri sincerely as he took a step inside the classroom.
He knew he wasn't supposed to form attachments while acting as a girl but he couldn't help it, he genuinely liked the three of them. They all seemed like nice guys, a bit idiotic, but nice.
"What time does your class end? We'll take you out for lunch, my treat of course," Francis said, winking at Dimitri.
"Sorry, I already promised to have lunch with a friend," Dimitri said, half-regretful, half-relieved. Thank you Roderich, he thought, not for the first time since he had reached America.
"Bring her along, the more the merrier, right?" Said Antonio, "and of course, you're welcome to come too, mi tomate." He said to Lovino.
Lovino's cheeks turned scarlet, "don't call me that you bastard!" He said angrily. "And I wouldn't eat with you if you begged!"
They're roommates, surely they eat together often? Wondered Dimitri.
"Sorry but my friend doesn't really like people, he's kind of shy," said Dimitri, it was technically true (well the first part anyway) but he was really just using Roderich's dislike of people, especially loud people, as an excuse.
Francis's eyes widened, "he? Well ma chere, we'll leave you to it. There's no way we could ever get in the way of votre amor," he grabbed one of Gilbert's arms and one of Antonio's and dragged the loudly protesting German and the idiotically waving Spaniard out of the room, calling a goodbye to Dimitri.
"Bye!" Dimitri waved back and sat down in the chair Lovino had pulled out for 'her,' thanking him politely, he'd considered telling them that Roderich was not 'her' boyfriend but it was easier this way. Lovino grumbled as he sat down but there was no malice in his voice.
"Hi, my name's Wihelmina, but you can call me Mina; I was told you were Antonio's roommate?" Dimitri said.
Lovino scowled again, "whatever that damn Spaniard has told you about me is a lie!" He said vehemently.
Dimitri raised an eyebrow, "so you're not his roommate and Francis's cousin?" 'She' asked innocently.
Lovino blushed slightly, his red cheeks reminded Dimitri of tomatoes, "well…yes, I am. But that's it! Nothing more!"
Why do I get the feeling that's not entirely true? Wondered Dimitri.
Walking off campus to waste time hanging out with Gilbert until their separate afternoon classes, after dropping Antonio off at his own classroom, Francis laced his hands behind his head thoughtfully, looking up at the sky, half-listening to the albino beside him.
'Wihelmina' seemed like an alright person but Francis couldn't help but wonder what on Earth that adorable boy was pretending to be a girl for. He hoped he'd find out.
Dimitri's class had just started when the door opened again, "sorry I'm late." Nickolas Raev apologised, entering the room.
Well, Dimitri hadn't been expecting that.
Dun, dun, dun! Sorry I'm a bit late guys; I wasn't inspired to write this chapter until I was about a page and a half in.
There really wasn't going to be so much BTT in this originally, I just love them so much! But don't worry; the next few chapters should only be about the main characters. Probably.
I recently discovered (man I'm slow on the uptake) that this fic has been added to a Hetalia Fanfiction community titled 'the Best of the Best.' I am so flattered. To everyone who likes this fic, thank you, thank you, and thank you!
R & R guys, hope you enjoyed. I'm out!