All right so I promised a better explanation so here it is: This is a fanfic revolving mainly around my seven deadly sins and goodly virtues couples as well as others. Most of the Ukes are genderbent as well as Poland and Ukraine. Supernatural will happen, ie, magic, vamps, werewolves, etc. Human names are used. Each chapter will change narrator most likely. Here is a list of the Virtues and Sins -
Humility = Canada (Madeline Williams) Pride = Prussia (Gilbert Beilshmidt)
Charity = Lithuania (Toris Laurinaitis) Greed = Poland (Felice Łukasiewicz)
Abstinence = UK (Alice "Ukko" Kirkland) Gluttony = US (Alfred F Jones)
Chastity = S Italy (Lovina Vargas) Lust = Spain (Antonio Carreido)
Patience = N Italy (Feliciana Vargas) Rage = Germany (Ludwig)
Kindness = Finland (Tina Väinämöinen) Jelousy = Sweden (Berwald Oxenstierna)
Diligence = Japan (Kiki Honda) Sloth = Greece (Heracles Karpusi)
Other Pairings = Franchelles, Iceong, Belakraine, Rochu, Korwan, Denor, Latonia, Aushung, Swissliech, Tukygpt, Belneth
~*~7b7~*~
Chapter 1: Jestem
Felice Łukasiewicz stepped out of the limo and held a hand up to shield her eyes from the glare of the afternoon sun.
"Would the young mistress like her parasol?"
Felice turned back to face her ladies maid and shook her head in annoyance.
"No, you brought the wrong one. It like totally clashes with my outfit."
"But it goes quite well with your school uniform."
Felice waved her hand in unconcern. Well I'm not wearing that at the moment now am I?
"You should be..." the maid muttered just low enough that her mistress couldn't catch it.
Felice did hear but pretended not to, making a mental note to phone her parents that night and tell them about the maids rudeness. But at the moment she didn't want to worry about that. She tossed her shoulder length blond hair with the back of her hand and began walking up the dorm steps. She was 3 hours past the time students were supposed to arrive for check in. In other words...she was perfectly fashionably late.
She waited, just slightly impatiently, for the maid to reach the door and open it for her, tapping her newly manicured fingers on her hips. As soon as the door was opened and the two stepped into the entry room, they were met with an outburst of sound. Felice clapped her hands over her ears as her bright green eyes widened.
"Co to do cholery!" (1)
The maid had also clapped her hands over her ears to block out the screaming. The entry room was a bustle of adults and students most of whom seemed to be engaged in high volume arguments with school staff members. Felice lowered her ears just enough to try and catch the nearest conversation. A large well muscled gentlemen was shouting in...Italian?...at a woman that seemed to be doing her best not to cry as she tried to calmly reason with him.
"I told you sir. There was a hack into our system. We only just noticed it this morning when the room arrangements came out. We're only following orders, there's nothing we can do to change it. Maybe it won't be so bad..."
"NOT SO BAD!" the angry man interrupted raising his fists in furry, "You Call My Precious Granddaughters Rooming With BOYS, NOT SO BAD? Dovrei Ucciderti e Chiunque Altro in Questa Scuola Maledetta!" (2)
Felice flinched a bit at the outburst of Italian before looking closer at the man, noticing for the first time that two girls seemed to be cowering behind him...or rather one was cowering...the other appeared to be looking around the room with an annoyed expression. Felice took in both of their appearances noticing with appreciation that the cowering one was wearing a lovely light summer dress that showed off her figure quite nicely and that her auburn brown hair fell on either side of her in two perfectly woven braids that added to her innocent aura perfectly. But she shuddered at the other girl's appearance. Her slightly darker hair appeared to have only been combed once that day and was adorned by a simple green head band. The grey sweater she wore was a size too big and covered over most of her figure and complete with ripped blue jeans and...ugh scuffed sneakers...for being rich...this Italian girl had absolutely no fashion sense whatsoever. Still Felice couldn't help but grin smugly in triumph...neither of these girls was wearing their uniform as well. In fact...she scanned the entire room noting that most of the students were still in normal clothes. Clearly, like her, they had taken the instruction to come for orientation already in uniform...as a suggestion...rather than a clear instruction. She grinned and was about to smugly point out this observation to her maid when she noted that the woman was gone. Felice gaped in astonishment. How dare the idiot women leave her alone just like that. It was like...sooo against the rules of mistress and servant. Again she made a note to tell her parents of the maids rudeness as she finally located the woman in conversation with another servant.
Felice gritted her teeth and made her way through the crowd to where the insufferable servant was. As she neared she heard the conversation they were busily whispering.
"That's right. The school had no idea who broke into the system but they say that there's nothing that they can do about the arrangements. If they allowed the students to choose their roommates there could be even more pandemonium and possible fights breaking out. The school doesn't want this much trouble on the first day."
"Well this is certainly an unfortunate turn of events. My master and mistress are not going to be happy about this, at all."
"Tell me about it. I've already had to inform the young master's parents about the issue and they are not happy about it. Though I think they're a bit more understanding than some of the parents...and students...in here. "
She nodded to a teenage girl standing on a coffe table with a dagger held to a man's throat. An older boy stood next to her waving his hands about and shouting things in Russian. One of the languages that Felice could easily recognize.
"Natalia! Stop! Eto ne yego vina! Ne ubivaĭte yego da?" (3)
"I was understanding with you not putting me with my brother. I was forgiving because he was just going to be rooming with another guy but now...HOW DARE YOU PAIR HIM WITH ANOTHER GIRL? YA sobirayusʹ prolivatʹ krovʹ vse vashi !" (4)
Felice rolled her eyes. What drama this Natalya was displaying all because her brother was going to be rooming with...hold the phone...a girl? Felice's eyes widened as she thought back over the other conversations she had heard.
"You Call My Precious Granddaughters Rooming With BOYS, NOT SO BAD?..."
"The school had no idea who broke into the system but they say that there's nothing that they can do about the arrangements..."
"HOW DARE YOU PAIR HIM WITH ANOTHER GIRL?..."
Suddenly everything made sense and Felice clapped a hand to her mouth.
"Mój Boże!"
The boy that had been calmly sitting on a chair near her stood up and turned to her with a sigh.
"You just now figured it out?"
Felice looked at him wanting to glare and roll her eyes in a teasing and uncaring way but she just couldn't so instead she nodded.
"Yep."
The boy sighed again and rubbed his head.
"My parents aren't too happy about it and I can't say I am either. I mean...I don't have any sisters...I don't know what to expect from a teenage girl."
"Haven't you had a girlfriend...or a few?"
Felice had been looking the boy over as they talked and had to admit that he was pretty handsom. Maybe slightly thin...his chestnut brown hair fell just to his shoulders and brought out his grass green eyes. He wore a light brown jacket over an off-white button shirt and his brown slacks just covered the tops of fine dark leather shoes. Yes Felice had to smile, he certainly did look rather attractive.
The boy seemed to have also been looking at her taking in her bubblegum pink spaghetti strap and her...really short...white shorts. At last he took a deep breath,
"No actually I haven't."
Felice's eyes widened and she took his hands excitedly.
"Really? Well we'll just have to fix that won't we?"
The boy gaped at her.
"Huh?"
"Just maybe..." she whispered running her thumb over his and noticing with a smirk how he shivered at the touch, "Jestem." (5)
"What?" the boy whispered nervously and tried to take his hands back.
"It's Polish." Felice explained with a bright smile.
"But what does it mean?" the boy asked this time successfully recovering his hands and rubbing them nervously together as if her touch might have left something on them.
"It's a song title. Maybe I'll sing the whole thing to you sometime." She winked at him.
He just stared back at her dumbstruck.
Felice grinned and was about to suggest something else when the front doors to the dorm building flew open and an imposing figure stormed in.
"Attention everyone please." The figure shouted raising her hands.
The chaos in the room simply continued as if she had entered.
The figure took a few more steps into the room and stood on top of a coffee table holding her hands high in the air.
"Attention Everybody! Please Listen to Me!"
Still the entire room ignored her. A few people had grabbed the Italian grandfather's hands to prevent him from striking the employee while the Russian boy had managed to hold of his sister's knife and was currently holding it above his head to prevent her from getting it giving the employee she had been threatening the chance to escape.
The imposing woman glared around at the entire scene before she took a deep breath and screamed at the top of her lungs while banging two frying pans together.
"SHUT UP!"
The entire room was frozen in shock.
The woman lowered the pans to her sides and closed her eyes with a relieved sigh.
"Thank you. Now if you could all just calmly listen to me."
All eyes in the room regarded her suspiciously.
"My name is Elizaveta Héderváry. I am headmistress of this school. It has just been brought to my attention that my staff has been being harassed in this dorm. I will not tolerate such behavior. Especially not in front of the students."
A few of the parents that had been giving the most grief hung their heads in embarrassment.
"Now then, I understand that you are upset about the room arrangements for your students."
A bit of low angry murmuring.
"Let me assure you that we are currently working on finding the one that hacked into our system, and mark my words when they are found, we shall make them suffer."
Nods and appreciative murmurs.
"However, in the meantime, there is nothing that we can do about the current arrangements. For this year, at least, this is a co-ed room dorm."
Instantly there was an outburst from the crowd with parents, guardians and students shouting out outrage and profanities and shaking fists.
Again the frying pans banged together.
"SHUT UP! I'm not finished talking!"
Uneasy silence once more.
"Now then. You have enrolled your students in this school so naturally, you have the right to un-enroll them. You have the right to take them out of this school and find a second rate school at the last moment. I hope for your sake that you are able to do this because I only know the horror it would be to have to enroll your child in a Public School.
A shudder ran through the entire audience and several of them grimaced at unpleasant memories of when they were not quite so rich themselves and had to attend a public school.
"Now then. Any that wish to un-enroll their children may come to my office at any point this day. As for the rest of you...I expect the students to be settled into their dorm rooms and dressed properly in full uniform for the evening meal. Any refreshments you require for the move-in may be provided by our dorm staff."
Elizaveta got down off the coffee table and headed for the door before she remembered a last instruction.
"One more thing. I expect all of you that are not students..."
She glared at all the sheepish parents and guardians,
"To vacate the property before dinner is served. We will not provide any meal for you if you do stay and an armed guard will happily escort you from the premises. In other words...Get your children settled and then...Get The Hell Out!"
With that Elizaveta Héderváry slammed the doors closed behind her.
~*~7by7~*~
"That is one scary woman." An Asian woman near the front of the room murmured clutching three girls to her chest.
"No kidding." A pretty Greek Goddess agreed nervously running a hand through her son's messy hair.
"I guess it's settled then." The Italian grandfather groaned and rubbed a hand across his sweating forehead.
"Come Feliciana, Lovina...let's get you settled so I can..." he grinned a little bit "Get the hell out."
He steered the two girls towards the stairs and gave instructions to his butler and chauffer to collect the girl's things from the limo.
"Gotta admire the woman's spirit." A dirty red haired man sighed, taking his cigarette out of his mouth and flicking it into the ashtray his servant appeared with, "Well come on Alice might as well find your room and get this over with."
"You've got to be kidding me!" the girl next to him fumed trying desperately to hide the blush creeping across her face, "You're gonna make me room with a guy?" she was so furious with the situation that she didn't even have the energy to remind her brother that he name was Ukko.
"Yep. So wipe that shock off your face cuz I'm not about to try and find another school and there is no one on this god forsaken planet that will tutor a pig headed Goth that thinks she's a witch."
"Sorceress." Ukko growled.
Scottie rolled his eyes.
"Whatever. Just come on and meet your roommate. How bad could he be?"
Ukko growled as she slumped up the stairs in front of her brother.
"His name is Alfred F Jones."
"Yeah? You're point?"
"With a name like that. He's clearly a bloody American Wanker."
Scottie smirked.
"Oh the horrors."
~*~7by7~*~
Felice watched as the room slowly emptied till only a few parents and students were left giving instructions to servants in regards with baggage and sweets for the darlings. The whole time that everyone had been leaving the chestnut haired boy had remained by her side leaning against the couch and watching the proceedings with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. At last he sighed and straightened up, stretching his arms above his head before dropping them back to his sides.
"Well I guess it's my turn then. Suppose I have to meet this Felice Łukasiewicz eventually since we're...um..." he gulped, "Gonna be roommates for the entire semester."
Felice blinked at him and then burst into uncontrollable laughter.
"What's so funny?" the boy asked staring at her in utter confusion and shock.
"Nothing just..." she gasped and tried to control her laughter, "Wh...what's your name?"
He blinked at her.
"What does that have to...?"
"Just answer the question." She lapsed into giggles.
"It's Toris. Toris Laurinaitis." He murmured still looking at her in confusion, and then surprise as she gripped his hands in his once more and shook them vigorously up and down.
"Like great to meet you Toris! I'm Felice! Felice Łukasiewicz!"
She watched as he took in the information and then...fainted dead on the spot.
"Apparently the information was too much for him." Felice mused with a mischievous grin, "Well I can see this like going to be a perfectly interesting semester!"
(1)What the hell! ~Polish
(2)I ought to kill you and everyone else in this godforsaken school! ~Italian
(3)It's not his fault. Don't kill him yes? ~Russian
(4)I ought to spill all your blood! ~Russian
(5)I am ~Polish (The song was Poland's submission to Eurovision 2011)