Chapter 2
As soon as the creepy-ass white van arrived at the school, Jadzia tried her best to speed walk away from the crazy group and escape into the school. When she stepped inside, she saw a giant mob of students standing around the bulletin board in front of the main office. She tried getting closer to it, but of course, people were pushing and shoving. She instead decided to stand at a distance and wait, hoping the crazy group of people she was traveling with wouldn't catch up to her. As she waited, she realized that she wasn't even sure what she was waiting for. A few teachers were walking around and instructing people to go look at the board and try not to kill anybody in the process. Apparently, it was the list of names that assigned people to dorms.
She waited, and after a long while, was finally able to see the board. Obviously, the dorms would separate the boys and girls, and she hoped she wouldn't be stuck in a dorm with Natalya, Katyusha, or Ivanna. It wasn't like she had a real problem with them, Ivan was the only person she really disliked, but she could only take so much of that group. She looked up her name, and saw that she was to share a room with Natalya. She sighed. It was a giant school, she found it strange she was assigned to a dorm with someone she actually knew. She wondered how it was for everyone else, but she couldn't just stay and read the whole list.
She stopped by the main office and received a key to her dorm. She walked over to their assigned dorm and opened the door. The room was clean, and quite bland. It was like a mini hotel room. There was almost nothing in the room except a floor lamp, two beds, a desk accompanied by an uncomfortable-looking chair, and two nightstands that stood next to the beds. Not that she was really expecting anything, anyway. She set her book bag down on the floor, locked the door again, and and took a seat on one of the beds. She bent over and took out her schedule from her bag. She inspected it once more, and grew agitated.
There was a freaking "anger management" class.
And they thought she needed it.
When she first read it, she took it as a joke. She wasn't sure what to make of it at the moment.
Natalya used her own key to open the door, and threw it open violently. Jadzia wasn't sure if she was just upset from being away from Ivan at the moment or if that was just how she opened doors. Without saying anything, Natalya shoved her schedule into Jadzia's face, showing that she too had this anger management class. They silently agreed that the situation was complete crap. Then out of nowhere, Feliks barged into the room. In a girl's uniform.
"Hey, Nat!" He cheerfully called out to Natalya, as if the situation was completely normal. Jadzia had already interacted with Feliks before, and like everyone else, she found it strange that Natalya shared a friendship with him. What was even weirder was that Jadzia could honestly say she was interested in a guy in a girl's uniform. To her, he was more than just that guy who liked cross-dressing. She wasn't sure what to make of it though, and she knew he barely knew of her existence.
Natalya face palmed. "Feliks, we've been over this. You need to wear the boy's uniform."
He pouted at her. "But, that's, like, no fun! I, like, look way better in this one. I, like, look even better than you!"
"...You did not just say that."
He swatted at her arm playfully. "Aw, like, c'mon and lighten up! I'm just kidding, Nat, everyone knows that you're, like, totally one of the prettiest girls in this school."
She sighed deeply. "Who are you sharing a dorm with?"
"Toris! Like, how great is that?"
"Poor, poor Toris. Wait, do you know who's sharing a dorm with brother?"
"No-"
She grabbed his hand suddenly and pulled out her knife. "Let's go find him. And a certain French rapist. If you're allowed to go on the girls' side of the dorms, I'm not taking any chances." She turned to Jadzia, who was awkwardly sitting there and silently listening to their conversation at that point. "Jadzia, I know that there probably aren't any more cross-dressing weirdos who are going to break into this room, but stay here and keep watch until first bell rings. From the looks if it, anyone could roam the dorms, and that is really unsettling."
Jadiza nodded and watched as Natalya walked away with Feliks. "I think that our uniforms should totally be, like, wicked hipster pink instead of red-"
Later that morning, Jadzia went through three classes without any problem. She had almost forgotten about the anger management class, but soon remembered when she found herself walking into the shameful classroom. As soon as she stepped in, she wanted to run back out. The first thing she saw was Arthur and Natalya screaming at each other. They weren't usually in the same room as each other, and that was a good thing.
"Trollop!"*(see dictionary in the AN)
"Zalupa!"*
"Minger!"*
Everyone else in the room just stared at them as they cussed each other out in their own languages. Jadzia inspected the other faces in the room as they went on. There weren't a lot of other students in the room. She recognized Ludwig, Elizabeta, and Basch, though. The teacher in the room was an old lady with typical big-framed glasses and snow-white hair. She tried calming Arthur and Natalya down, treating them as if they were preschoolers. Of course, it didn't really work out that well.
Natalya finally stopped the name-calling loop and instead said to Arthur, "Oh please, you're just acting all pissy because while Alfred was teaching me how to pilot, we just so happened to crash into your vital regions every time. On purpose."
His face grew extremely red with anger, and the teacher clapped her hands, as if it would actually solve everything. Before he could say anything in response to Natalya, the teacher finally decided it'd be a good idea to start class and prevent anyone from murdering each other. She preached to them about how they should use their words and not violence, and more polite words than the ones Arthur and Natalya were using. She then tried to make them go around and talk about the last thing that made them angry. All the students looked at each other and silently agreed that this was stupid and a waste of their time, but they had to deal with it. Nobody wanted to talk of course, but Natalya volunteered. It's not like they were there to make friends. Really, it was an excuse to bitch and complain about everything.
"So, before this pissy Brit started screaming at me, I was in class and some douche with white hair decided it'd be a good idea to throw pens at the back of my head and make them get stuck in my hair. When I cussed him out, he called me a big baby and started going on about how awesome he was and how un-awesome I was. Then the teacher yelled at him for disrupting the room and kicked him out."
Elizabeta shook her head, rolling her eyes, and Ludwig face palmed. "I am so sorry."
The bell rang and saved anyone else from speaking. The teacher cheerfully waved at them and told them to have a good day as they all left. Jadzia couldn't see how this was accepted as a serious full-year class. What would they do, talk about all of their problems for the full forty-five minutes of class every single day?
At the end of the school day, Jadzia was walking back to her dorm alone. She took a moment to pause and take a look at her new school and all the other people attending it. Alfred was randomly playing Twister by himself by the front doors, leading him to be expertly drop-kicked by Arthur and Natalya just a few moments later. Jadzia was also quickly reminded of the fact that Natalya had a knife on her. A few feet away to the side, Roderich and Elizabeta were sitting and casually drinking tea at a table from God knows where, watching a naked Francis run around campus, screaming like a little girl as he was chased by Basch and his trusty shotgun. Gilbert was going up to random people and shouting at them about how awesome he was, and Feliks was just skipping around in a girl's uniform, dragging poor Toris along with him everywhere.
Jadiza knew that this would be no ordinary school year, and she liked it.
~Ivanna's Player Tendencies~
Ivanna tugged at her collar uncomfortably. The uniform that had arrived the day before the Child Attractor 9000 headed out was two sizes too small. Natalya refused to fork over any money, and since she was the only one she was comfortable with asking, Ivanna had to walk around in a short little skirt and a tight, corset-like shirt.
Naturally, this created the illusion that she possessed larger-than-average breasts. And you know how men like those.
She slowly headed to the huge board that told of their dorm partners. She scanned the board until finally finding her name.
"Czechoslovakia-Ivanna Balusek: Liechtenstien-Lili Zwingili"
Ivanna let out a sigh of relief. She ended up with a dorm partner that wouldn't gape or ridicule her for anything, unlike every other damn girl in the academy, as she thought. She made her way to her dorm and away from the board cautiously, trying not to bump into anyone. Suddenly, though, she ran into someone hard.
They had been crouching to read their name, which was on the bottom of the board, so their head was shoved smack-dab in the middle of her boobs.
Not wasting any time, Ivanna hastily shoved their head out of her breasts. This person turned out to be a man, which horrified Ivanna. "Oh, I'm so sorry, sir! I really didn't mean to do that; it was an accident! I hope you're not hurt at all!" Ivanna suddenly shut her mouth. The man standing right in front of her was none other than Francis Bonnefoy.
Francis.
Freaking.
Bonnefoy.
He wrapped an arm around Ivanna. "Oh, it's quite fine, mademoiselle," he said flirtatiously, adding in a wink for extra effect. "You're name's Ivanna, correct?"
"Why, yes it is. How did you know?" Ivanna's demeanor changed completely. She tugged Francis closer to her and lowered her eyelids seductively.
"You have quite the reputation," he replied, clearly shocked, "for being a player. You go to one man, throw his love away, and find another."
"Well, I would never do that to a man as sexy as you," she whispered, taking his chin in her hand. He obviously liked Ivanna, and suddenly liked her even more when he looked down.
A button had fallen off of her uniform shirt. "Be mine. Right now," Francis breathed. They would've kissed, but two hands shoved them apart.
Switzerland headed straight to the principal's office to get Liechtenstein a new dorm partner.
Tsundere British English & Tsundere Belarusian Dictionary
Trollop - Noun. British slang. A woman perceived as sexually disreputable or promiscuous.
Zalupa - Noun. Belarusian. Dickhead, also may mean a person who is looking for a fight, going into arguments etc.
Minger- Noun. British slang. An ugly, unpleasant, or smelly person or thing.
AN: Okay so that was Chapter 2, it only contained the OCs from Part 1, Chapter 1, and canon characters. The next part will be written by Persona 5 which includes the personal stories of each state in the school! After we go through all of the OCs, we're going to have the TALENT SHOW! Review or PM us to tell us your talents if you haven't already! And thank you for sticking with the story even with the long updates!
-Persona 5 The Author and Amebelena (and with the added help of RoseMarie Fanfics for Chapter 2)