2B - England and Spain

[Arthur Kirkland]

Arthur pushed Antonio away, attempting to defend his personal space. "You broke my rules, you daft pillock, and that is what you get." Just then Alfred's electric teapot decided to finally go off. It was apparently very old and took forever to heat up. "And now I think I'll have a cup of tea while you go gather your things."

[Antonio Fernandez Carriedo]

The set-up was TOO perfect. England practically brought this on himself when that teapot went off.

...exactly WHAT he brought on himself, Spain really had no idea. But that teapot was over in the corner whistling and telling Spain that he should come up with an awesome idea INVOLVING the teapot. IF Spain could think of an idea involving that teapot, it would definitely be amazing but as of right now, he was at a blank.

Soooooo, he did what ANY self respecting man would do! He threw the teapot out the window, making sure to chuck it far enough so that he wouldn't get his things wet. "Like a boss!"

[Alfred F. Jones]

When America saw objects flying outside down to the ground from the floor above, he obviously got curious, and also wanted to prevent any more PEOPLE from flying down to the ground (France had been an unfortunate victim of justice already today). He quickly went up the stairs to room 2B, knocked once, and didn't wait for anyone to open the door before barging in.

"What's going on?! Do you guys need help?"

[Vash Zwingli]

[ooc: there seem to be an exceedingly many things falling from windows, including France. It boggles the mind.]

Switzerland had completely forgotten where his room was. Or perhaps he'd never known where it was in the first place. But that wasn't a problem; he was going to reconnoiter the entire dorm area anyway, just to make sure he knew exactly what kind of place he was going to be sharing with a bunch of other strange nations. More importantly, he needed to find easily defensible locations in the case of danger. Switzerland had no idea what might try to besiege a college campus, but he had always figured it was better to be overly paranoid than sorry. And so he walked along the dorm courtyard with his single traveling case, glancing critically at the landscaping and wondering if the bushes were thick enough to deter would-be attackers-

A large, pink pair of tomato-studded boxers floated directly across his line of vision, then settled gently onto the ground. Switzerland stared at it for a moment, then realized that various pieces of clothing and household implements had just rained down from a window above. As the first wave of shock wore off, he found himself wondering if someone had overpacked, and then more pragmatically, if they don't want it any more, can I take whatever's useful?

He had just begun to act on that second thought, and was stuffing a large towel and a hand mirror into his own suitcase, when a full teapot whistled so closely past his ear that he could feel the heat from the tea inside. Switzerland froze for a moment, then dashed into the nearest - covered - archway with his suitcase, firmly convinced that he was going to have to find some way to procure a gun, the legalities be damned.

[Arthur Kirkland]

Arthur was about to really do something drastic when Alfred suddenly burst into the room. The American's presence gave him some very conflicting emotions, all of which looked like annoyance. He was relieved, because there was no way that this conflict would have ended in anything but broken bones and tears, but he was also quite annoyed that once again, Alfred felt that it was his place to poke his nose into other people's business.

"Antonio is being insufferable," Arthur explained, crossing his arms in front of his chest and refusing to look at the Spaniard. "He threw my teapot out the window."

[Antonio Fernandez Carriedo]

"That's Reino de España to you!" Antonio crossed his arms and then paused, doing mock quotation marks with his fingers. He then donned his most obnoxious sounding British accent (of course, it ALWAYS sounds obnoxious but Antonio was just going the extra mile!) "Or 'Kingdom of Spain'," he frowned.

He didn't feel any better with America in the room either. Honestly, Antonio wasn't crazy about him either but he wasn't half as bad as the walking set of eyebrows. Why couldn't someone cuter walk into the room like Italy or Romano or a small child?

[Alfred F. Jones]

America laughed. "That's funny, because I saw tons of other stuff that weren't tea pots fly out the window too!" He gave England a pointed look, then snorted a little at Spain's bad English accent.

But back to the matter at hand! "Today, I learned a very valuable lesson with my own room mate, guys, and I want you to listen up!" He pointedly slammed one fist into the wall, hard enough to be authoritative but not hard enough to hurt himself, obviously. "My room mate smashed my things up, too, and we fought a little, but compassion and respect for each other and making Francis fall out the window brought us together and now we're allies! You guys need to do the same thing! Except no throwing people out windows, because that's only all right if they're naked and pervy!"

[Arthur Kirkland]

Arthur rolled his eyes. Alfred and his speeches. "I just want him to respect my belongings and my personal space. If he does I won't defenestrate any more of his things. Or him. And he owes me a new tea kettle."

He was also secretly very pleased to hear that Francis had fallen out a window, although he didn't show it. He would be sure to laugh at the Frenchman about it later, however.

[Antonio Fernandez Carriedo]

Sometime after the first word in America's speech, Spain became very distracted by just about everything in the room. Almost as if he had done it intentionally, he basically tuned America right out. He had just had one of his suitcases thrown out the window and now half of his belongings were free game to all of campus, the last thing he wanted to do was listen to one of America's speeches.

"Why don't you shut up?" he asked with a sigh, quoting one of his all-time favorite quotations. (Spain really hoped his King Juan Carlos shirt wasn't in the bag that went out the window!) Unfortunately, America had said his entire speech and Spain had heard the part about France falling out as well. He chuckled warmly, oh that silly Frenchman! He knew France had to be okay so he wasn't worried. After all, French people were surprisingly resiliant and it didn't hurt that they were also made of rubber (he probably bounced!).

He ALSO knew that he wasn't buying Arthur a new tea kettle. He mumbled under his breath, "You'll be going a long time without tea waiting for me to buy you one."

[Alfred F. Jones]

Shut up? Him? Now way!

"Spain!" He said loudly, pointing at him. "I'll give you a few bucks on loan, so you can buy Arthur a kettle. You can then pay me back plus 26.3% interest over 5 years!"

Then he turned to Arthur. "And you! You're going to go out there and pick up his things. I might help. Or I might stay here to make sure Spain doesn't run away before we can get a treaty signed." He'd been reading up on treaties - apparently that happened sometimes, and as much as it surprised him to admit it, Arthur was being more reasonable about this than Spain was... at least for the moment.

[Arthur Kirkland]

"I'm not going to pick his things up, he provoked me, and I merely retaliated," Arthur said turning up his nose. "But I would be willing to sign some kind of peace treaty, as we are going to have to live together for an entire year. I will be civil if he will."

[Antonio Fernandez Carriedo]

Spain glanced from America to England.

And then back at America.

Then back to England.

He wondered vaguely what he was still doing standing there with the two of them. Sure, it was his room and his stuff was in there (most of it anyway) and he didn't trust England with the rest of his belongings. And he really just wanted to punch them both in the face.

But he STILL wondered why, sadly, he was still in that room and not in a room with the man your man could smell like.

Yeah, he was definitely going to leave now.

At the moment, he was lost in inner monologue and he had forgotten that he was kind of, sort of supposed to reply. "You guys can discuss this," he informed them. "I'm going to go see where my real room is! There must be another Spain that's supposed to be in here!"

[Alfred F. Jones]

HEY, America is the man your man could smell like! So it's good he didn't hear that monologue or there would be some amount of belly-achin'!

"What? You can't just leave! England wants peace, and I have a sheet of notebook paper!" He holds up a piece of paper, recently unfolded from where it was stored in America's back pocket since he keeps a few copies of this treaty everywhere he goes, that says 'We agree not to fight and get along and keep the peace and stuff! Thanks, America!'

He holds a pen out to Spain, practically poking him with it to get him to NOT LEAVE DAMMIT. "Come onnnn, do it for me! Do it for you! Think of your future happiness!! Think of me being the hero for calming you guys down!"

[Arthur Kirkland]

Arthur grabbed the sheet of paper out of Alfred's hand and read through it quickly. And then promptly ripped it into several small pieces. "That's not how you write a peace treaty, America. I'll be writing it," he said, taking out a sheet of paper that looked like old fancy parchment and a fountain pen. "Spain, if you'd like to put in your own stipulations, you're going to need to tell me what you want in the treaty. I honestly don't want to be fighting with you all year, and I'd appreciate it if you'd be cooperative."

[Antonio Fernandez Carriedo]

Well, as long as they were ripping paper...

Spain reached for the paper England had taken out and ripped it in the same manner he had just watched done to America's. Then he pulled out a piece of Keroppi stationary from the front pocket of his suitcase. "I like mine better," he said, handing it to England with a smile. Roommate rules, huh? That's definitely not what Spain felt like doing right now!

"Let's do this later?"