The University was located right in the center of New York City, and because I lived in Dover, Delaware, my trip roughly took around three and a half hours.
I'll skip out on all of the boring, unimportant registration forms that I had to fill out once I arrived at the college. Needless to say, at the end of the entire ordeal, I was exhausted and just wanted to find my room so that I could sleep. This scared me, for I was once again reminded that I would have to share a room with someone I had never met before. I received the key to my room, which was located in the northern hemisphere of the campus, and taking most of my belongings from my car, began the trudge to the place I would be residing for a while – dorm 143.
The adventure to my dorm seemed to be quite insane; there was the loud buzz of students' chatter coming from the numerous rooms, someone kept shouting, "Der spiste den sidste donut?!" with a seemingly Scandinavian accent, one student was busy bedazzling…his door, and I was forced to stand against the wall to avoid getting run over by a tall, albino student and a girl with long, brown hair chasing him. And wait…was that a frying pan in her hands? Shaking my head disbelievingly, I finally made it to my dorm and pulled out my key.
Opening the door slowly, I peeped inside, a bit frightened. The lights were already on, which indicated that my roommate was already here. Pulling the door a bit wider, I stepped inside and placed my bags near the door to take a look around. The dorm was nice enough, but at the time I was worried more about my roommate. Hearing rummaging from probably a bedroom, I picked my bags back up, and slowly made my way to the noise. Nearing the room where the rummaging was coming from, I knocked on the door softly. "Hello?"
The rummaging stopped and the door was pulled open. The boy who pulled open the door was just a bit taller than I, had slightly long brown hair, and kind green eyes. He smiled when he saw me, and immediately stuck out his hand. "I'm guessing you're my roommate! My name is Toris Laurinaitis."
Shaking his hand with a huge smile on my face, I quickly introduced myself immediately after. I was extremely excited with how this had worked out; Toris seemed like a really nice guy, and he would probably make a great roommate. Our friendship quickly escalated; I forgot my exhaustion almost immediately, and we spent the rest of the afternoon unpacking our bags and talking about ourselves and our families. Toris was from Philadelphia, and, like me, had wanted to study at Hetalia University from a very early age. As of right now, he was studying to become a surgeon. Him and two of his good childhood friends had all been accepted to the college, and were apparently five doors down.
"I'll have to introduce you to them soon. They're both very kind and pretty smart – Eduard is a computer genius and Raivis graduated high school two years early. It's pretty crazy that we were all accepted into the same college," Toris spoke while setting up his DVD player in his room.
"Speaking of crazy," I mentioned, while handing him a cord, "the students seem pretty crazy themselves. If I stayed out there even a bit longer, I probably would've witnessed someone get murdered by a frying pan!"
Toris laughed quietly as he finished connecting the plugs. "So I've heard. When I first got here, I saw someone trying to fit a grand piano into their room. I didn't hear about this near-murder though." He chuckled again. "I'm sure everyone here isn't insane like that, and that the excitement will disappear in a few days, with all of the work we'll receive from our classes."
"So girls and boys are allowed to share the same dorms? I saw a few girls in the same hall as us," I wondered aloud.
Toris shook his head. "The one thing that always confused me about this certain university was the fact that instead of separating girls and guys, they've separated the dorm halls into grades. I believe that the girl rooms are at the end of the hall, while the boys are at the other end. A bit strange, yes?" he asked me.
"Definitely," I said while nodding my head. I stood up and dusted off my pants. "Did we successfully connect the DVD player?"
He nodded and gave me a small smile. "I'm pretty sure we have. If we did do something wrong, I'll just have Eduard come by and take a look."
"Sounds good!" I replied. I was just going to suggest that we go out and get a quick bite to eat since it was getting late, when there was a sharp knock at the door. Exchanging a quick, confused look, me and Toris approached the door. Opening it, I realized that it was the boy who had been bedazzling his dorm room before.
"Like, hey boys!" he exclaimed. Apparently he had changed, for he now wore a white sweater and a short skirt that was a sickening shade of pink. He leaned against the doorframe and threw a quick wink and a sly smirk to both of us.
"H-hello," Toris sputtered. Glancing at him from the side, I could see that a faint blush adorned his cheekbones; I figured at the time that it was just from the heat coming from the room.
"So me and a few others are going to totally get some ice cream at the ice cream shop down a block or two away, and I was in charge of asking people, so you, like, wanna come?" the boy asked, only looking at Toris.
Toris finally tore his gaze away from the messenger to face me. "How does that sound, Tino?"
"Sounds fun to me!" I replied, nodding. The boy in the skirt told us to meet at the front of the University in five minutes, gave us a quick thumbs up, winked at Toris, and then ran off, presumably to another dorm. Not wanting to be late, we tugged our coats on, and then walked off in the direction of the meeting place. Once there, we noticed that there were a few others waiting around for the others. Toris immediately jogged up to two in particular; one was a tall blonde with glasses, and the other was a short boy, who seemed to be shivering due to the cold. These were the infamous Eduard von Bock and Raivis Galante that I had heard about only a few hours before. I introduced myself, and right after, the boy in the pink skirt came back and told us to, "Like, start walking in like, that direction."
The walk to the parlor was a pleasant one; both Eduard and Raivis seemed very kind and polite and were glad that Toris had gotten what Eduard called, "a satisfactory roommate". The boy in the pink skirt seemed to have an interest in Toris; once or twice he 'bumped' into him, and I heard him tell my new friend, "Dude, you're like, totally hot." I didn't hear what Toris had to say after that.
The ice cream parlor was very close indeed; we only walked for about five minutes until we reached our destination. The name of the parlor interested me the most; the bright words 'Big Gay Ice Cream Shop' stood out in the darkening, crisp, autumn evening. I rolled my eyes at the title, but my eye-rolling soon turned into an eye widening.
"Perkele!" I hissed.
"Is something wrong, Tino?" Raivis asked timidly.
Laughing in disbelief, I uttered, "Everything is fine, I just forgot to bring my wallet."
Getting out his own, Eduard said, "I could buy you one, it would be no problem."
This was certainly out of the question. I had just met Eduard, and I was certainly not going to have him pay for my ice cream, especially when the store was named "Big Gay Ice Cream Shop." Shaking my head, I replied, "Oh, no thank you! I'll get my money; I'll just be a minute or two!"
Toris tilted his head. "Do you want me to come with you? Do you know the way back?"
Again I shook my head. "No – I'll be fine! Don't eat too much without me!" And with that, I started a brisk jog back towards the university. Thankfully, the college was on the same street as the colorful ice cream shop, and I found myself in the freshman dorm hall in no time at all.
Apparently, the remaining students in the dorm who hadn't gone to get ice cream were having a limbo party, right there, in the middle of the hall. I'm not joking; two students held a pole and people were taking turns limboing while the rest of the students cheered them on. Complete with the music. The pole was set pretty low, and the only two contestants left were a girl with long, platinum blonde hair in a deep purple dress, and a loud, obnoxious boy in a leather bombing jacket. Unfortunately, I couldn't pass the limbo contest, because the sides of the hall were filled with people watching the two compete.
A boy with wild, blonde hair and bright blue eyes seemed to be head of this ordeal, so I approached him. "Excuse me?" I asked above the cheers and whistles from the crowd.
"Yeah? What's up?" he replied with a grin.
I recognized his voice as the same one who had been calling out about a donut earlier that day. "Can I get through? My room is on the other side of this whole event, and I can't get through," I pointed to the stuffed sides of the hall.
He seemed to laugh and shouted over the crowd, "Dude, if you want to get through, you got to limbo!"
I shook my head in disbelief. "What?"
He suddenly got everybody's attention by giving a shrill whistle that made me cover my ears. "Yo, we have a challenger!" The crowd seemed to grow even wilder, and I now understood.
"No! I just want to get through! I don't want to limbo!" Both contestants cleared the way and I suddenly found myself pushed to the front of the now, very low bar. I inwardly groaned as the headman of the limbo tournament started a cheer apparently for me, by shouting, "New Guy! New Guy! New Guy!" Soon the crowd was chanting the vacuous cheer.
Deciding to get this over with, I began approaching the bar, and by some power above, actually made it under. Standing back up, I was given hard slaps to the back, and loud bravos of "New Guy!" I smiled unwillingly and made my way to the back of the crowd, which parted like the Red Sea. At this point, I was out of breath and began to run through the corridor. However, before I could make to my room, the organizer called out to me, "New Guy! You should play again later! We're having a rematch at eleven tonight!"
Still jogging, I looked over my shoulder. "We'll see!" I called out, giggling. Before I could look forwards again, I literally ran into someone. I found myself on the floor, along with another person, who seemed busy picking up various boxes and papers that he must've been carrying at the time. I noticed that the door right next to mine was open, probably signifying two things: that he had been busy carrying something to his room, and that he was my next-door roommate. Great first impressions, Tino. Just brilliant.
"Oh my gosh! I am so sorry! Are you okay? Here, let me help you!" I rambled as I felt an embarrassed flush spread over my face like wildfire. Standing back up, I held out a stack of papers I had picked up. "Here you go…" I exclaimed as I looked up.
The student I had run into was a huge, frightening man. He had short, light blonde hair, and he seemed to be glaring at me from above through his glasses. Right behind those glasses was a pair of eyes, which were a shade of bright, brilliant aqua that I didn't even think was possible.
"I'm so sorry!" Frightened to the bone, I basically shoved the papers into his arms, slipped through beside him, whipped out my key and opened my door in record time, throwing myself into my room, still terrified by him. Deciding that I didn't want to brave the scary dude, the limbo fest, and the gay ice cream shop again, I sent a quick text to Toris, telling him that I was just going to stay home for the night. After calling my family about my registration day, I got into my bed and tried not to think of the crazy college that I would call home for the next couple years.
A/N
Don't worry! The plot will definitely pick up in the next chapter! As you can probably already tell, my stories will most likely be on the lighter side, however there will be some serious parts.
I try my best to get the closest translations, but unfortunately I'm not fluent in those languages, so I apologize if in any of my stories the translation is wrong. If you see a problem with any translation, let me know! I would greatly appreciate it!
Let me know what you think! Thanks so much for reading!
Continued in the next chapter..
