"Since when does Alfred F. Jones hang out with betas?" Ivan scoffed, turning a page of his textbook. It had been a near two months by now and that was long enough for Ivan to know that Alfred did not hang around betas and omegas simply because practically all of them wanted something from him. To a degree, Ivan admired that Alfred didn't accept that from others, but it worried him that others would view him as being a typical traditional alpha that was too good for anyone and everyone.

"I'm telling you, he's pretty cute and he isn't trying to get laid," Alfred told Ivan, planting his hands on the table across from Ivan. When Ivan didn't look up, Alfred knocked a few of Ivan's books to the floor and still looking at Ivan, unsympathetically said, "Oops."

Ivan sighed and looked up at Alfred. Such a spoiled little brat he could be at times… "I don't know how you want me to respond to you getting a new friend."

"You asked first," Alfred frowned and straightened up, crossing his arms.

"Fine," Ivan growled softly, "Then tell me about this 'cute beta who isn't looking to get laid'."

"Forget it," Alfred grumbled and turned to walk off, "You don't seem to want to talk anyway. I'll be back in the room by 2."

The Russian alpha rubbed his head. Alfred was more than annoying at times and Ivan couldn't help but to feel that he was spoiled rotten as a child. Ivan looked down at his books on the floor and sighed deeply again, getting out of his chair to retrieve them. When he stacked them back up on the table, he returned to taking notes from his current textbook. He was sitting in the school's rather large dining area. There were different food venues in the large building and hundreds of tables and chairs that made a sea of light blue and white across the dining area – dare he call it a cafeteria. The noise was moderate but not roaring loud like in secondary school and made for nice background noise while Ivan worked.

Boisterous laughs from a few tables over startled Ivan, making him draw a huge line across his paper. He frowned and glared at the paper and pencil as if it was their fault then looked up at the group creating such obnoxious sounds. There were three of them; when Ivan focused and got a good whiff of their scent, he came to the conclusion that all three were betas and one of them was rather sexually active. He tried to figure out more, straining to hear their voices above the chatter of the other students in the dining hall. The long, wavy haired blond beta with blue eyes and slight stubble was distinctly French, and Ivan figured he was the one having ridiculous amounts of sex. The next one Ivan chose to analyze was a brown haired, green eyed man. This beta was cheerful and constantly smiling, as if everything they were discussing was funny. There was possibly a trace of omega scent clinging to him, but from such a distance it was hard to tell. The man's tan skin and soft accent of his r's had Ivan labeling him as Spanish, possibly Italian.

And then there was that albino. At least Ivan assumed him to be. He had pale skin and ruby eyes, along with snowy white hair. While his brunet companion sat happily in direct sunlight filtering in through the windows, the white haired beta preferred the shadows. It was the accent that was a dead giveaway; he was German. East German specifically if Ivan remembered correctly. The trio continued talking loudly about their successes in getting laid (apparently they were in some sort of competition with each other) and the French beta motioned over to Ivan. The other two turned around to look at the alpha and he scowled at them before looking back down at his paper and erasing the dark line the trio had caused him to make.

He tuned the trio out and went back to reading his textbook, trying to find where he last left off. A few sentences into his textbook, he felt the presence of three betas around him. Sure enough, when he looked up it was the three betas he'd been watching earlier. Decided to be polite, Ivan gave a sigh and set his pencil down, "Can I help you three?"

"Sure can!" The German grinned in an annoying way. Ivan felt his eye twitch. The beta continued, "The name's Gilbert Beilschmidt; upper level beta and damn proud of it! This is my friend Francis," he motioned to the blond.

Francis nodded and smiled, holding out a hand to Ivan. He only spoke after the alpha shook his hand, "Francis Bonnefoy, mid-level beta. It is wonderful to meet you!"

The brunet went last, still with that wide grin on his face. "Mid-level beta Antonio Carriedo of Spain," he introduced himself.

Ivan grunted a little. Well, if introductions were in order… "You can call me Ivan. Upper level alpha…and please stay out of my personal space…"

"Sorry," Francis mumbled and offered an apologetic smile. The beta had leaned in closer to him during his introduction. Had Ivan not been told he was a mid-level beta, he would've assumed Francis was a low level beta. "You smell good, that's all," the Frenchman explained briefly.

Ivan growled. He wasn't afraid of being sexually assaulted by these three – alphas were gifted with natural strength and he wasn't afraid to resort to it if he needed to. Gilbert sighed wistfully, "Your roommate smells delicious too…"

"Beg pardon?" Ivan raised an eyebrow.

"You heard me. That roommate of yours smells fucking delicious. I'd give him a nice hard fuck," Gilbert grinned. The trio had seated themselves by Ivan now.

"He's an upper leveled alpha," Ivan told Gilbert, a bit defensive of the American.

"Nothing bondage could never solve!" The German cackled. "Ah, you understand. Don't you think he'd look good striped down naked and in cuffs with a nice black, leather collar around his neck and a gag to keep him silent? Mmm…I think he'd need a tail dildo to match…"

Ivan shut his textbook and gathered his things hastily, shoving them into his backpack, "I am not wanting to hear your fantasies!"

"Come on," Gilbert prodded, snatching a textbook out of Ivan's reach; "You've seen him nude haven't you?"

"I most certainly have not!" Ivan sputtered, a light blush coming to his cheeks just thinking of the sheer embarrassment that would come from seeing the American naked. But that was enough to get his mind going and wondering things like how well endowed Alfred was and how muscled his upper body was- No! He was not going to start having those types of thoughts.

"Shy?" Antonio asked with a smile.

"I'm not gay!" Ivan snapped and swiped his book from Gilbert. He turned and left quickly, "It was nice meeting you all, but I think I'll be going back to my dorm now, thank you."

The trio didn't seem too keen on letting him leave. They got up at the same time and pursued Ivan. Francis came to Ivan's left and Gilbert on his right, leaving Antonio to trail behind the tall alpha. After antagonized Ivan all the way back to the alpha dorms, Francis came around to block Ivan's entrance into the building's lobby. "You know you're lucky to be sharing a room with such a popular alpha. He attracts all the social classes. Rumor says he's got a great ass and a thick, long co-"

Ivan cut him off, "Again. I do not care. Kindly get out of my way." He shoved past the beta and into the alpha dorm building.

After the door closed, Francis sighed, "Shame."

"He wouldn't have been a bad fuck either," Gilbert crossed his arms.

"Si, he's probably a pretty big one," Antonio agreed softly. The Spaniard jumped when Francis gave his rear a slap.

"You always have us, you know," Francis chirped.

Gilbert grinned and came around to Antonio's other side, giving the brunet beta's ass a generous squeeze, leaving his hand there. Antonio just gave a smile and a god natured sigh, "You two are-"

"We're insatiable," Gilbert nodded.

Francis chuckled, "We know."

Upstairs, Ivan was struggling to find his room key. Those damn bastards… He'd have to be certain to keep out of their way or else he'd probably end up strangling them; especially that German…he irritated Ivan terribly much. The only one Ivan could probably tolerate for a long duration of time was Antonio. He spared his watch a glance and found that it was only half an hour past noon. Finally locating his room key at the bottom of his backpack, he unlocked the door and walked in, dropping his bag by the door and shutting the door. A nap was sounding good right about now.

Just as Ivan was passing the bathroom door to his bed, Alfred walked out and the two ran into each other. It would have been an understatement to say it was a little bump, because the two fell to the floor. Ivan hissed in slight pain, "Alfred, dammit, you said you wouldn't be home for another-" The Russian stopped mid-sentence and stared at Alfred. "Alfred…why are you naked?"

"I was taking a shower!" Alfred scrambled backwards and covered his lower regions with his hands, "A better question is why the fuck are you staring?!"

Ivan averted his gaze immediately, turning his head away and closing his eyes and he stumbled to his feet, "No! Why are you back so early and why are you naked? Dammit answer my question!" Both alphas faces were bright red by now and both were thoroughly embarrassed.

"Toris was introducing me to his friends and one of them was an omega that happened to start his heat prematurely today! And I was taking a shower!" Alfred replied as he got up and edged around Ivan to get some clothes.

"Do you always walk around naked after you've showered?" Ivan groaned uncomfortably.

"No. I don't. I just happened to be in a rush and forgot to bring clothes in with me," Alfred replied, tugging on his boxers and a shirt, "You can look again."

The Russian alpha opened his eyes and sat up, glaring at the wall, "This is so awkward now…"

"Well if you were anybody else I'd suggest a way to clear up this awkward air but you're you so I won't suggest anything," the younger huffed as he pulled some pants on, still blushing.

"I take offense to that. And by the way, you still smell like an omega in heat," Ivan commented.

"Not my fault," Alfred pointed out, "Is it bothering you?"

"It is, thank you for asking," Ivan huffed softly.

"Well if you need to take care of your problem, then the bathroom is all yours," Alfred snarled and hopped up onto his bed, turning his back to Ivan.

He didn't really have one of those types of problems, but the comment threw Ivan off a little nonetheless. No, his problem was currently his day. He met quite a troublesome trio and ran into his stark naked roommate. And right after saying he'd never seen Alfred naked too… Still, that didn't change anything. He was NOT attracted to Alfred and he had no intentions to do so. Of course, it would be quite a curious thing if they ever came around to fucking each other. They were both upper level alphas after all… Ivan pushed the thought away with a frown and just lay down on the couch to stare up at the ceiling and meditate.

AN:/ This chapter is literally just barely a little less than half of the last chapter...shit. Sorry, I'll try to make it up to everyone next chapter . I have a lot going on in my life so to be honest, I have no idea when the next update/chapter will be. I've seriously had this idea for Alfred to walk out of the bathroom naked and run into Ivan since before I even started writing this fic. I also wrote this instead of working on my already late essay...that SpongeBob episode comes to mind...

Not sure what I want to do, tbh! I know next chapter will be introducing the Baltics but otherwise I really have no idea. I only have a general idea where I want the story to progress but no idea how to get there. RusAme smut needs to happen but it is entirely too soon for that; there needs to be a plot and at least SOME momentum before they start screwing each other's brains out, yeah?

Reviews and favorites are love, so until next time!
Love, Alex