Room 2A - Prussia and Romano

[Professor Pangaea]

[Lovino Vargas]

Romano collapsed onto his bed, face buried on the bare mattress. Maybe he should unpack and get some actual sheets on this thing. (After all, who the hell knew what kind of stuff happened on mattresses like these?) But he was much too tired and irritated to deal with any of that sort of nonsense. Unpacking on the first day was for pansies.

He flopped over so that he was face-up, no longer comfortable with the idea of keeping his face planted in the mystery-mattress. Romano really, really hoped that he got a good roommate this year. Unlike last year, with--...

... Okay, maybe it could have been a lot worse than Spain. But still!!

He waited in relative uneasiness, his foot bobbing nervously off the edge of the bed. Well, maybe he'd get someone normal! Someone sane! Someone calm! That would be the life.

Unfortunately, Romano forgot that he had the shittiest luck ever, and nothing could ever change that.

[Gilbert Beilschmidt]

It went without saying that Prussia had a problem with living in smaller spaces with other people. He enjoyed his private space, but moreover, he enjoyed the space that wasn't his.

In fact, he had spent the last three years of his university career scaring away roommates by slowly taking over the other person's side of the room through strategic measures and tactics. In due time, the roommate would eventually get fed up with all him and move out, thus leaving Prussia the entire room to himself. It had worked for several semesters in a room, and he was more than prepared to start booting out the next roommate, who he hoped would be an easy target pansy-ass.

Of course, this would only happen once he actually—oh hey, the door was already unlocked. Prussia gave the door a little push then peered inside, spotting another young man laying face down on the other bed. He raised an eyebrow at them.

"Tch, sleeping already..."

[Natalia Arlovskaya]

Natalia glided gracefully down the hallway. She was like a dove, a butterfly or an eighteen year old girl packing a machete strapped to her leg. Looking for her beloved Russia was no easy task, but the names on the doors made things a little easier. She stopped at room 2A and looked at the label taped to the door.

Prussia... she thought to herself. They have spelled his name wrong!

And, all at once, sensing her love grow stronger, she began knocking on the door. "Brother!" she called out in a sweet voice. "Russia, it's me! Let me in so that I may ravish you completely!"

[Gilbert Beilschmidt]

Having literally dumped all his suitcases on the floor of his room, Prussia was just about to rag on his new roommate when suddenly, it felt like a hurricane was pounding at their door, and he turned around, scowling at having been disturbed already.

Prussia walked to the door then opened it. "Lady, whoever you're looking for, you're not gonna find them heeeerr—why, hello there." A smirk was gracing his lips as the sight before him. They were five minutes into the new semester, and already, there was a hot girl at his door! Just his awesome luck, indeed.

[Natalia Arlovskaya]

Perhaps her one and only was behind this horrible brute. Why would someone block her from her lovely and darling Russia? Not even responding to his greeting, she reached her hand out and moved him aside. "Are you in here?" she asked. She really hoped this person was not holding him hostage because even though Russia was strong and handsome and could defeat even the Chuck Norrisiest men in battle, she knew that his weak spot was his heart and that anyone could exploit him for that.

"Are you hiding from me in here?" she asked, welcoming herself right into the dorm room. Her voice changed into almost a sing-song voice as she spoke the next line, "I know you're i~n~ he~re~"

[Gilbert Beilschmidt]

Unfortunately for Belarus, Prussia did not take kindly to being shoved aside like that. It was rude—well, he was the king of rude, and he was going to keep it that way. Even worse was the fact that she was pretty hot, and Prussia wouldn't have minded looking underneath that skirt of hers—Jesus Christ, she was in their room now!

"Hey, lady, get outta here!" Prussia said, perhaps a little too loudly. Geez, what was with this chick? "There's nobody in here," he told her, grabbing onto her arm and beginning to pull her back towards the door.

[Lovino Vargas]

The sad part was, Romano actually had fallen asleep. It was near siesta time, after all! The trip back from Italy to Boston had been long and tiring and full of jet lag and his siesta schedule had gotten all screwy.

But then some sort of shouting started dragging him from the lovely realm of sleep. Dammit, who the hell was shouting?!

"Dammit, Feli, keep down the fuckin' noise...!!" Romano mumbled, groggily sitting up with a grumpy expression as he rubbed his eyes. "You damn--..."

He blinked when he saw.... some strange scene. A guy pulling some girl out the door. Was that one of Spain's friends? He couldn't remember well, they were all idiots anyways.

But that wasn't the issue here!!

"What the hell are you doing?!" Romano accused, standing up from his bed and glaring. "You can't handle a lady like that, bastard!"

[Natalia Arlovskaya]

Natalia felt the hand grip her arm and heard the yelling. She saw the stranger rise from his bed and say something but it didn't matter what he was saying; he wasn't her reason for living and half-brother, Russia. She let out a slightly overdone gasp once she realized she had been tricked and fooled by these two men. How dare they lead her on to believe Russia was in here!

Unless...was he in the closet? Hiding from her, ready to jump out and surprise her with love and kisses and naked pictures of himself?! (Or better yet, maybe he would be naked!) Ignoring the other two men, she changed her direction toward the closet in the room, not making it very hard considering Prussia's grip on her arm.

"Brother...I'm coming for you..." she said, reaching her shaking arm toward the closet.

[Gilbert Beilschmidt]

They were five minutes into the new semester, and already, there was a crazy chick trying to get inside their room, his roommate was passed out—wait, his roommate was awake now. Dammit, was that an Italian accent? This could only end so well.

"Shut up, and help me," Prussia said, growling a little at Romano. He gripped tightly onto her arm, tugging her towards the door as she tried to make her way to the closet. "Lady, your brother isn't in here..."

[Lovino Vargas]

Romano didn't move, simply crossing his arms and quirking a skeptical eyebrow. He glanced from Prussia, to Belarus, to the closet, then back to Prussia again.

"What, don't tell me there's actually someone in our closet, dammit?!" he asked suspiciously, pointing in that general direction. As a natural habit, Romano always tended to think that between a man and a lady, the man was obviously the one at fault. (Though there was something weird about this one... but that didn't matter right now!) "Can't hurt to let her check, right?"

[Natalia Arlovskaya]

She made a quick note that in the event where she must kill both of these people for the good of her beloved Russia, that she would use the large knife on the Italian so that it went quicker. "Russia is a little shy sometimes," she explained, making her way toward the closet. It was really adorable how shy Russia was. It was almost like he was a blushing child.

Belarus put her hand on the closet door knob and knocked tenderly. "Brother~" she sang toward the door, not opening it up. "I'm here now, you can come out."