Our next class was English with a teacher who insisted we call him Kirk. I liked writing, so that's good. What's something I like that's not good? I like listening in on stuff. I was sitting in on the second floor of the library maze called the English building, when I heard a convocation between Alfred the Football player, and a little british punk guy with the eyebrows. Like his eyebrows needed a hair cut. But they were kind of cute… They were talking along like regular, and Francis was talking to them a bit, but I guess he left, because they started being all secretive and whispering. Then they stopped talking and started kissing from what I could hear. So they were dating or something. The punk and the football player; like the beauty and the beast but not really. I didn't get why they were being all secretive about it though. It didn't seem like any one knew about their relationship. Then the teacher came over to talk to me, distracting me from my people analyzing.

"Do you need any help love?" why did the teacher call me love? Must be british.

"Yeah, I was wondering how long the research paper had to be for this class?" I was sure it'd be longer because it was an English class.

"Well seven paragraphs is standard, but you have the option to write a short story summarizing how you learned the English topics as well."

"I think I'll do a short story." I loved stories, especially short ones.

"Good." he said then turned to see eyebrows coming over to us, "Hey Arthur."

"Hey dad." Oh, so they're related. Does every teacher have a son here?

"I'm going to go back to the Math Building to ask dad something, is that okay?" He asked his dad, if he could go see his dad…. what's going on… oh! Wait… What?

"Excuse me?" I asked the teacher.

"Yes love?" again with the love.

"Well, um, are you married to Mr. Jones?" my bravery is turning to tactlessness, oh dear, what have I done?

"Oh, yes, didn't you know? I'm also Mr. Jones. That's why you have to call me Kirk, or else it's confusing." I think I got it now. But I don't think I do. Nope, still confused a bit. So the teacher is the step dad of Alfred, and real dad of Arthur and Alfred's the best-friend-brother-lover of Arthur. Now I get why they keep their relationship a secret! They are like brothers?

"So Arthur is your son, and Alfred is the other Mr. Jones's son. right? When did you get married?"

"Well we first met~" and he went into an elaborate story how they met at a revolutionary war memorial, then when they got married four years ago, they were looking for a place to live, and they found Hetalia high. They applied and became teachers here, and their sons became best friends through high school here. It was a long story, and It took up the rest of class.

When the bell rang, I found out that it was lunch time. I hope that they would have something edible, or else I might have to sneak out to the chocolate fountain.

They all walked over to the Cafeteria building. I was the last to leave, due to the fact that I got lost in the maze of bookshelves. When I got outside the last few people were going into the building, so I was left to walk across the middle of campus alone.

When I stepped inside the Office, I saw a girl I hadn't met yet.

"Hey, can I have a guys Jacket, I think it would suit me better." the girl was saying with a Scottish accent. I stayed back and observed her for a bit out of curiosity. She had black hair that seemed to shine red when she moved. It was braided down her neck and lower back.

The office lady said, "Well girls have to have the girls jacket…."

"But I really don't think that the girl one will suit me."

"It's the rules hun." she seemed to be trying to be kind about it.

"Well I want a boys jacket, why is it so hard to give me a different one? Really!" now she was getting mad, uh oh.

"But-"

The girls was tall, but athletic, and easily jumped over the short counter to the office. She could have used the door, but maybe she like freaking the office lady out. Then she walked out carrying a bag presumably with a boys uniform inside. She walked toward the door, and that's when she saw me.

"Damn, did you see that?"

"Yeah." I agreed, not knowing if she was saying it because she was still mad at the office lady, or if she was mad because I saw her arguing.

"I'm Killi Darkwater. You are?" she asked

"I'm Carolyn."

"Hey Carolyn. Do you have a last name?"

"Yeah, but it's long and you won't remember it anyways." I replied, because it was true. It's not like there were and other Carolyn's around here.

"Well Carolyn, were is the Dorm?" I decided I wanted chocolate for lunch anyway, so I showed her, even if she could have found it easily by looking at the signs.

"It's this way, I'll show you. The first floor, is, er, complicated." I didn't want her to get lost trying to find her room!

"Alright." the way she said told me that she didn't know what I meant by complicated, but she soon found out.

"Fuck, is this really the dorm?" I noticed she tended to swear, not that I really minded

"So just go up stairs and drop of your stuff, I'll be eating lunch." I smiled and pointed to the chocolate fountain.

"Okay." she said, smiling at the fountain, and hurried up the stairs with her bag.

I grabbed a bag of mini pretzels, and began to dip them in the chocolate while I waited. She came back down stairs sooner than I thought.

"Hey, um, are we supposed to have roommates?" she asked at the third to last step.

"Oh, right, all the rooms are full, whats your room number?" I asked, and followed her up the stairs.

"Room 10." she replied.

"Cool, that's my room." Yes! I get a roommate but I tried not to show how happy I was.

"Well that sucks." What? I thought we were getting along… then I saw her face, she was being sarcastic. Oh. She opened the door, and I saw all her stuff in the middle of the room. Then I realized she wouldn't have anywhere to sleep.

"There's only one bed." she said, voicing my thoughts.

"Well, we'll just go get some couch fusions tonight or something."

"Good. I thought I was going to be sleeping on the floor."

"Well, we could check the storage closet, they might have another bed…" you never knew in a place like this, and it was a perfect excuse for snooping around in there.

"Sure, but why would there be beds in a closet?"

"Why would there be a chocolate fountain in a dorm?"

"You've got a point there."

I walked across the hall and opened door one. Inside was like a more organized version of the first floor. There were boxes of candy, and some tools to fix the tv's and walking machines. There was extra paint cans and white board markers. One box said that it held couch covers and tarps. A broken hammock hung from the wall. Also, I found out were the washing machines were. I totally forgot about that

I tried the next door. Bingo. There were things for the bathroom like hair dryers and extra shampoo. Then I saw some sheets and pillows and comforters (which I needed) but of course I saw what I was looking for; a bed frame and mattress.

"Found one!" I called out the door to Killi, and started to drag the mattress over to our room. I had no idea how heavy mattresses were before! Yet even that couldn't get me down because I have a roommate with a Scottish accent!

by the way Killi is an oc if you were wondering :)