DO NOT OWN HETALIA!
[Kesesesese~! The awesome me has returned!]
I opened the door to my dorm room and found the Russian kid Ivan from earlier sitting on the bed I hadn't chosen swinging his legs back and forth. He smiled cheerily when he saw me and his smile seemed to light up the room [I can't help but wonder why most are afraid of him. He is adorable. Not to mention his smile is the most beautiful smile I'll ever see. I still to this day wonder why most people are freaked out by his smile. Oh shush Ivan, you're not at all intimidating; you couldn't hurt a mouse. Yes Ivan, I know the expression is 'couldn't hurt a fly', but I've seen you hurt a fly so I couldn't go with that . . . SHUT UP! On with the story.] His bright purple eyes were stunning. They were breath-taking. It's a wonder I didn't notice before. His wheat-colored hair shone in the light of the sunset and I couldn't help but say "Has anyone ever told you that you're beautiful?"
He blushed furiously and I chuckled at it. "Only my sisters," he said looking down "but I never took them seriously."
"Well you are," I grinned "your smile is my favorite part."
"Most people think my smile is intimidating," he fidgeted and I couldn't help but let out my bark-snicker type laugh (which he jumped at). "Kesesesese. The awesome me thinks your smile could light a city block."
He blushed again and as he opened his mouth to say something there was a banging on our door. I went and opened it. Outside stood Antonio and Francis, and they looked relieved to see me.
"What's up?" I asked.
"We heard you got roomed with the son of the head off the Russian mafia," Antonio chirped.
I opened my mouth to defend Ivan when I heard the Russian speak "Da, he did get roomed with me."
Antonio and Francis took one look at Ivan and Francis looked at me gravely "Good luck mon ami," he said. And then he ran off.
"God bless you," Antonio added, making the cross against his chest. And then he was gone as well.
I closed the door and turned around. "Are you really the son of the head of the Russian mafia?" I asked.
"Da, I am," he smiled a little sadly "are you afraid?" he asked.
"Nope," he grinned and Ivan cocked an eyebrow at him. "My dad is an assassin. He works under the head of the Italian mafia," he smirked.
Both of Ivan's eyebrows shot into his hair. I snickered inwardly at it. It was hilarious, but cute. [Shut up Ivan. It is hilarious the way your eyebrows shoot up into your hair and disappear like a rabbit in Russia during winter . . . What do you mean a rabbit would never survive Russian winter? I survived didn't I? No, I'm not a rabbit but I'm close enough. Oh that's just vulgar. What do you mean you're taking the mic? Wha-? NO! I want to keep going . . . Fine.]
[It's Ivan~. I'll be taking over where Gilly left off. No Gilly, I'll never stop calling you that.]
This was a very interesting finding. His father was an assassin for the Italian mafia. I bet my father knew him. After all, the Italian mafia and my father's mafia worked closely together. I bet Gilbert knew Mr. Vargas; the head of the Italian mafia.
"Do you know Mr. Vargas?" I asked.
"You mean Romulus?" Gilbert said "the head of the Italian mafia?"
"Da," I nodded. I'd never heard of someone being on a first name basis with the head of the Italian mafia.
"Oh yeah, he and I go way back," Gilbert grinned. I blinked.
He was so strange . . . So strange . . . Almost as strange as my sisters.
Gilbert's grin slipped. "What's with the depressed aura?"
"Your strangeness reminded me of my sisters . . . They're a little strange . . . Just a little . . . Just . . . A little." My head dropped into my hands and Gilbert awkwardly sat next to me and patted my back.
This was going to be a fun year. I just knew it.
Francis: -hugging Ms. Nightshade-
Gilbert: -hugging Oxenstierna D. Yuki-Rin-
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