A/N: So, I thought my pink pen had finally died/gotten lost. Then I found it in the bottom of my backpack. But, then my friend wanted the pen because she loves pink and I hated the pen. So, I gave it to her and now it has a loving home with an owner who cares for it. So, in my notebook that I write this in, one half of the chapter is in purple, and the other is in pink. Makes me laugh when I read it. Anyways...the same friend that took my pen another started slap fighting during church…. It's a good thing Death Note Gal of Tomatoes broke it up. (If you haven't figured it out yet, we know each other in real life.) Anyway, here's the room reassignment chapter. Now everyone will be moved, but you'll just have to see who stays and who doesn't. I will say one thing though. None of the girls moved. They all stayed in the same rooms.

Warnings: France's creeper skills/Romano's mouth

Chapter start

"Huh? What do you mean?" Alfred asked, completely forgetting about their new friend for a moment.

"Well, since Romischen joined late, we had to rearrange a bit so he wouldn't be by himself." The lady explained.

"Oh yeah…wait. His name is Romischen? I thought it was Roma…" Alfred was thoroughly confused.

"My actual name is Romischen, but I prefer Roma." The 'Gertalian' informed them. (I shall be calling him Roma.)

"Oh." The American nodded. He understood now…a rare occasion.

"Now that that's cleared up, you can go look at the dorm assignments over there." The desk attendants said.

The list was as follows:

Feliciano Vargas and Romischen Heiligen

Ludwig Beilschmidt and Gilbert Beilschmidt

Kiku Honda and Heracles Karpusi

Alfred F. Jones and Matthew Williams

Arthur Kirkland and Francis Bonnefoy

Wang Yao and Ivan Braginski

Eduard von Bock and Raivis Galante

Toris Larunaitis and Feliks Lukasiewicz

Roderich Eldenstein and Vash Zwingli

Berwald Oxenstiema and Tino Vainamsinen

Lovino Vargas and Antonio Fernandez Carrido

Im Yong Soo

Lilli Zwingli and Elizabeta Hedevary

Natalya Arlovskaya and Tekaterina Katuyasha Braginskaya

"******!" Lovino cried. "I have to sleep with the tomato-******* again?"

Antonio looked disappointed. "You didn't enjoy it?"

"No, ******! You're so loud…"

"Wait, what?" Francis asked. "Toni, you took advantage of Lovi?"

"What? No, not like that, you French pervert!" Lovino snapped. "When I was little, I had to live with the tomato-******* and his stupid parents made up sleep in the same room. He doesn't shut up long enough for anyone to get some sleep."

"I promise I'll be quiet, Lovi!" Antonio said.

"Whatever…I'm going to get my stuff." Lovino stormed off. "Stupid cross-******, stealing my brother…" (1)

"Aiyah!" Yao yelped, leaping back from the list. "I have to room with him, aru?"

"This will be fun, da?" Ivan said, smiling and putting a hand on Yao's shoulder.

Yao gulped and tried to make himself feel better by reasoning that at least he didn't have to room with Yong Soo.

"Hey!" Yong Soo wailed. "Why am I all by myself? That's not fair!"

"I am thankfur that you are no ronger in my room…" Kiku sighed under his breath.

"Oh, I see I am rooming with you…" Heracles said to Kiku. "Now you can meet Athos…"

"You brought cat with you?" Kiku asked.

Heracles nodded.

"Alright, sweet!" Alfred cheered. "I get to stick with Mattie!"

"Oh, that's good. I like rooming with you, Al." Matthew said, petting his stuffed polar bear.

"Bloody ****!" Arthur shouted as though he were in pain. "Why do I still have to stay in the same room as the bloody frog?"

"Ohonhonhon~ you say zat like it is a bad zing." Francis laughed.

"It is a bad thing!"

"Hey, Vest! You get to stay vith ze avesome me!" Gilbert said.

"Oh joy…" Ludwig sighed sarcastically.

"I was hoping to finally get away from you…" Roderich sighed.

"Ja, whatever…" Vash muttered.

I'm glad I'm still rooming with you." Raivis said, smiling.

Eduard nodded. "Yeah, I'm just glad that neither of us are with Ivan."

"Like, Tori! I get to, like, stay with you!" Feliks cheered.

"Oh, yay…" Toris sighed. It wasn't that he wasn't excited about rooming with Feliks. He was just beginning to think his friend was a bit more than a tad gender confused.

"I am glad we get to stay together…" Berwald muttered.

"Yeah, me too." Tino said, nodding.

"Vee~ Roma! We get to room together! I'm so happy!" Feliciano chirped.

"Yeah, that's great." Roma said. I have to tell him sometime…but…how will he take it?

Roma sat on the bed, placing his hat next to him. "Feli, I have to talk to you." He said, taking a deep breath.

"Huh? What about?" Feliciano asked, sitting next to him.

"You remember when we were kids and I left for a long time? You remember that day, right?" Roma looked down.

"Yeah, but…"

"I didn't know that, uhh…"

"Oh! You thought I was a girl, didn't you?" Feliciano said.

"Ah, yes…" Roma said. "So, to put it simply, I'm not gay."

Feliciano nodded. "Ok then. But…you said you'd love me no matter what, right?"

Roma bit his lip. "Yes…I did…but…"

"Wouldn't this be included in 'no matter what'?"

"I'll think about it, ok?"

Feliciano nodded. "Si, that's fine." He was actually quite serious for once.

Roma nodded. "Good…"

Alfred glanced around. It was way past curfew and for some reason he was still outside. On second thought, he knew why he was outside. He thought he had lost Matthew and went looking for him. About half an hour into the search, he received a text from said Canadian informing him that he was already in the dorm. So, Alfred returned to the dorms to find that the building was locked.

"****!" Alfred growled. I am not sleeping outside tonight…but it looks like everyone's asleep…

The American wandered around the building, looking for a point of entry. He found one after about fifteen minutes. A hall window on the third floor.

Sweet! Now I just have to get up there…hey, a tree! Alfred made his way over to the tree and climbed up so he was level with the third floor.

He waited a bit to make sure that the hall monitor wasn't coming and vaulted through the window. He landed rather quietly and started heading for his room on the fourth floor. As he neared the stairs, he heard footsteps. He looked around and ran back down the hall a bit and knocked on one of the doors. He waited impatiently for an answer.

"Who is it and what do you want at this bloody hour?"

"Artie, Artie, you gotta let me in, please! The HM is coming!" Alfred begged.

"Call me by my name and I'll consider, you wanker. Do you have any idea what time it is?" Arthur groaned.

"Uhh…it's about 12:40…anyway, please Arthur! I'm begging here!"

Arthur sighed and opened the door. Alfred practically threw himself into the room and the Englishman closed the door behind him. A moments later, the Hall Monitor walked by. How she didn't see Alfred was a wonder.

"Thank you! Oh my gosh, I would have been dead meat-"

"Shut up! Francis actually fell asleep before me for once and I sure as **** don't want him up again…" Arthur hissed.

"Oh, sorry dude…" Alfred muttered.

"I'll let you stay if you promise to keep quiet." Arthur said, mentally stabbing himself later for saying that.

"Deal!" Alfred threw off his coat and shirt, leaving him in an undershirt and jeans, and jumped in Arthur's bed and slid under the covers.

"Hey, that's my bed, git!" Arthur protested, blushing slightly. Oh for the love of God…if Francis was awake right now…or if Elizabeta knew where my room was, either of them would be giving me such a hard time…and to think they both think I'm gay!

"I know…there's still room for you…You're small…" Alfred yawned. He was basically already asleep.

Arthur blushed even more, to his despair, and climbed into the bed next to Alfred. (2)

Alfred smiled in his half sleep as he patted Arthur on the head.

A/N: This took for France-in' ever. Mostly because I had next to no time to write this week. Stupid homework… I literally had projects in five of my seven classes this week, plus regular homework… XP I do not appreciate it. Anyways…

Oh, It's raining. That's nice. So, I got my little tiny USUK moment. Stay away from Iggy, France! He's mine! Err…yeah. That's right!

(1)I decided that Romano would call Holy Rome 'cross-*******' (you can guess what word goes there. He calls everyone it.) It actually makes sense, seeing as how the Holy Roman Empire was a Christian empire. It just went up on my scale of favorite dead nations.

(2)Man, if France were awake…the comments he'd make… hey, lookit! I'm a poet and I didn't know it! I can rhyme anytime… ahem…sorry.

Iggy, do the thing!

Iggy: Fine…. Terach doesn't own Hetalia or any of the characters. Except…wait a minute… you do not own me!

Me: Yes. I do. You are mine. *kidnaps* Haha! Reviews free Iggy! Peace out. Oh, and they give cookies.