It's been so long DX I'm so sorry.

Sooo...heh...This chapter was just written XD I didn't even plan it out, it just happened.

I don't know who to dedicate this too DX Ugh, I'm so sorry DX

DISCLAIMER: HETALIA IS NOT MINE

Now? ONWARDS!

"My fucking god!" I yelled as soon as we got out of the bus, ignoring the teachers' evident glares. The Shakespeare was getting into my poor brain, one line repeating my brain over and over again - I will speak daggers to her, but use none. I will speak daggers to her, but use none. I will speak daggers to her but use none. I will speak daggers to her, but use none. I will speak daggers to her, but use none. God! Ugh! Mrs. Karpusi might as well use daggers!

I shook myself and heaved my backpack up to my room...Correction: Our room. Five other people were supposed to be with me. Great. No privacy at all.

"FRATELLO!" I heard the shout from outside the room. Feli barged in and tackled me, causing me to drop my backpack with a thump. "Guess what!" He shouted, causing further damage to my brain. "We get to share a room! Antonio said so! Isn't that great! We haven't seen each other all day and now WE GET TO SHARE A ROOM!"

Then he started jumping up and down on one of the perfectly-made beds.

I silently cursed Antonio, or whoever had decided the rooms. Why did I have to share a room with him of all people? The one time when I wouldn't have to be with my sibling and this is what happens? "Feli, we live in the same house. Isn't that good enough for you?"

"But we never sleep with each other any more." Feli pouted. "I remember when we used to! It was so warm and we always..."

Before he could finish that god-awful sentence, the door flew open.

"I HAVE ARRIVED!" Lizzy dramatically flounced into the room. All of her suitcases followed suit like a team of evil inanimate minions. "DID YOU MISS ME LOVI?"

I just stared, too shocked to answer. I had to share a room with Feli AND Lizzy?! What kind of insanity was this?! Lizzy was a girl. A freaking girl! There was no way in hell that I'd share a room with a girl. What happened to Mr. Bielscmidt's strict rules about boy-girl association - not that I care - but she's freaking insane! Who knew what she'd do when I was asleep?! She could probably use some dangerous chemical to put me in a coma and learn all my secrets - I shiver at the thought.

Lizzy apparently didn't care enough about my answer to pound it out of me like she usually does. She slumped onto the nearest bed, dumped all of her stuff next to her, and turned her iPhone to full volume. I plugged my ears. No offense Lizzy, but you have terrible music taste. Sorry, but fucking Anaconda is not on my top ten playlist.

Thankfully, the next person to barge in on me voiced my opinions.

Through the platinum mess of hair and a black hoodie that nearly covered an entire half of his face were eyes of sharp steel. His frame hadn't changed much. Neither had that permanent scowl on his face. But those eyes...God, they gave me the creeps. Yay...The fourth to last person I would not want in my room - Fucking Tino Vainamoinen.

"I thought I asked for a room with decently quiet people!" Tino snapped. "Stupid organizers." He tossed his backpack on the couch and kicked the bed Lizzy was sitting on with such force that she almost fell over.

At that, Lizzy actually looked up from her phone for a second. A broad smile crossed her face as she turned back to her phone. "Nice to see you again, Tino! I'm so happy they listen to our room reques..."

What?!

Tino shot her a look worthy of Mrs. Karpusi. "Not. Another. Word." His glare ended the sentence. "...If you wish to live."

If Lizzy was scared, she didn't show it. It probably helped that she wasn't actually looking at him. "Well, aren't you a dear." She muttered sarcastically. Then she started singing along with the radio to "Fancy". Great.

Tino ignored the interruption of our "quiet" day and glanced at a clipboard on the desk. "So could someone tell me how many people are here? I was asked to make the headcount."

I rolled my eyes at that question. What was he? A five-year-old? I don't think so. "You have eyes Tino. Make the headcount yourself."

"I don't know if anyone went out for more luggage or anything though." He shot me a look. "Besides, I asked politely."

I suppose that was true - though my mentally-stored manners would probably say something like "Could you kindly tell me how many people have entered this room?" . Everyone's different, though. It's sad

I looked around the room. Feli was still bouncing on one of the beds. Lizzy was singing her heart out. Tino...Well Tino's Tino. He did his trademark glaring at everyone.

Needless to say, it was unnerving.

"I am so sorry!" Kiku burst into the room with his "luggage", two grocery recycling bags. "There was a mixup and I ended up in the wrong room!" He put his stuff neatly to the side and bowed. "I'm sorry for any worriment I may have caused you."

I sighed with relief. Finally! A sane person in the room! Maybe I could relax now and actually enjoy my school trip.

Too bad I jinxed my luck.

"Am I the last one here~?" A friendly voice called from the door. The hell?! I knew that accent perfectly by now. I could recognize it in a crowd at the Macy's parade. I loved to breath in the sweetness and spice of it, like a perfectly balanced dish.

I didn't need to look up to see who it was. I didn't even need to glance at his perfectly polished dress-shoes, or his messily-buttoned shirt.

Oh god, why do you do this to me?!

"Antonio!?" I squeaked.

As love is full of unbefitting strains,

All wanton as a child, skipping in vain,

Form'd by the eye and therefore, like the eye,

Full of strange shapes, of habits and of forms

Varying in subjects as the eye doth roll

To every varied object in his glance

Fuck you, love

I'm sorry, that was rushed DX

I promised you guys more Spamano action, didn't I? Don't worry, they aren't in a relationship yet -coughsandwon'tbeinthisficcoughs- -coughsthere'sasequeldon'tworrycoughs-. Some crazy stuff will happen, but I promise they will develop true feelings for each other during the Boston Arch.

By the way, the quote and the end, minus the "Fuck you, love", is from Shakespeare's Love's Labour's Lost. I thought it was appropriate XD

Hope you continue reading! :3