* * *
Elizabeta was a very lovely and smart girl. That, combined with the fact that the female students were half the amount of the male ones, contributed to her status as the unofficial idol of the uni. However, what most of the male population of the uni didn't know was that Elizabeta was also a fangirl.
To be specific, a yaoi fangirl.
"And that is why you want to take pictures of me and Berwald?"
The girl nodded eagerly.
"...I am not Berwald's boyfriend."
"But everyone says you're his wife."
Tino wondered if it would be too rude for him to start swearing up and down in front of the girl.
* * *
The five of them looked among themselves.
It was Ludwig who first spoke up. "I have nothing to do with this."
"But you accepted his challenge," Feliciano pointed out brightly.
"He challenged me. Mich. A German. To a drinking race. Does that not sound like a suicidal act to you?"
Tino couldn't help but snicker. Then he asked something that he had been wondering since the beginning of their problem. "But why Alfred, then?"
Ludwig, Feliciano, Berwald, and Tino turned their heads toward Alfred.
For once, Alfred seemed to be at lost of words. He ended up just giving them a glare.
"I wish I had a camera with me," Feliciano said. "That is sooooo cute."
"I can call Elizabeta," Tino offered.
"Do that and die, Finland," Alfred finally growled. "And can't you get him off me?"
They looked at their problem, Arthur, who was currently clinging on Alfred's lap, sobbing miserably.
Then they looked among themselves.
Then as one, escaped from the room, leaving Alfred and Arthur alone. "Traitors!" was the last word they heard from Alfred that night.
* * *
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Subject: Newest news
Time: 30/04/00 03:17
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Message:
Mes chers amis,
Hereby I relay to you the latest development between UK and US. Who would have thought that they would go that far?
I wish them all the luck in the world.
Chers UK et US,
You are always welcome to my room for advises and lubes.
Je vous embrasse,
Francis
* * *
HETALIA!
* * *
Having hauled himself overnight to Stockholm, the nearest place for the entrance exam, he had been seriously tired enough to almost fall asleep even as he was walking into the exam room. It probably had been a good thing that a scary looking giant was seaten next to him then, because one look from the giant completely woke him up. And made him rethink of the decision of taking the exam that day.
But considering he hadn't have enough money to stay for a night, and while he had high resistance to cold weather he seriously didn't think that sleeping in the park in the middle of the winter was a good idea, he braced himself and took the exam. And he did considerably well. Relatively. Maybe.
Unfortunately, the combination of lack of sleep and the tension from the five hours examination took its toll the moment he stepped out of the examination room.
When he finally woke up, he was looking at an unfamiliar ceiling, lying in an unfamiliar bed, his own clothes were folded on an unfamiliar nightstand, and he was wearing an unfamiliar oversized shirt.
And his watch told him that it was two days after the exam.
He had been ready to have a panic attack then, when suddenly the door to the unfamiliar room opened and a familiar face came in, in the form of the giant that had seaten next to him during the entrance.
And that was how Tino Väinämöinen met Berwald Oxenstierna.
* * *
The radio whispered.
"Germany to Italy. Do you see any of them?"
"No, Sir! But I saw a cute kitten---"
"Concentrate, Dummkopf!"
"Yessir!"
"Germany to Sweden, what is your status?"
"F'ne."
"...Could you make it more specific? Like, your position and which enemy is on your peripheral?"
"N'r entr'nce. UK and US, arg'ing. Shoot?"
"...Shoot at will."
"R'ger."
"Germany to Finland."
"Moi, moi."
"Remind me to ask the Sensei why we are having paint ball for seminar class."
"Roger that, Germany."
* * *
"It's your fault."
"My bloody fault? You're the one who kept being fucking loud and all when we were supposed to be all secretive."
"How should I know that Sweden was around?!"
"That's the bloody point of being secretive, you bloody git!"
Tino watched in amusement. "I thought the class was supposed to be promoting the world peace."
Yao sipped on his tea calmly. "No knowing peace without knowing war."
Tino glanced at Francis, whose entire body had gotten covered by blue paints five minutes into the game, courtesy of both Alfred and Arthur, despite them being in the same team. And who was, despite the predicament, still managed to point at the two boys and laugh. And subsequently got beaten up by them.
"Peace, ei?"
"It is a peaceful day," Kiku remarked.
Berwald, Ludwig, and Feliciano nodded in agreement.
Guess Tino would have to agree too.
* * *
AN: ...yes, that link upthere? Ish a pic. :D