Hetalia High!!

[Alfred F. Jones]

France blinked in surprise, following Prussia, or rather, being dragged by the albino to the orientation. He wasn't particularly looking forward to it because of his headache, but he'd enjoy speaking with the other nations. That is, except for those who he found scary such as Germany or Russia, but he knew that there'd be other people; hopefully some beautiful lady countries too. He smiled at his straining albino friend and pulled his hand away, taking the stress of having to drag the Frenchman away from the poor Prussian. "Not as strong as you make yourself out to be, hm?~ I thought you said Germany kept you fit," he teased lightly, but then again, he wasn't one to talk. In France's opinion, training so much made people like Francis look a little strange. He was toned, but that's all he'd go for, none of those ridiculous muscles that Germany had. He reached up and brushed a blonde lock of hair away from his face, tucking it behind his ear. "Do you even know where you're going, Prussia? You're walking backwards, and I'm sure you don't know the halls this well yet," he pointed out, deadpanning.

Japan, who'd finished unpacking his things and made himself at home in his dorm room, began walking to the orientation, hoping he wouldn't be late. Then again, he usually wasn't, but he had quite a bit of jet lag from traveling from his country to get to this school. He glanced down at his shirt, straightening out the edges of it habitually before yawning softly into his hand. He'd love to go to sleep after orientation; he just hoped that he wouldn't accidentally drift off during the occasion. Walking into the room which the orientation was held in, he automatically avoided the crowds of nations gathering to chat and opted to drift to a corner of the room, leaning against the wall as he cast his large brown eyes' gaze around the room curiously. He recognized many of the countries there, to his relief, but he wasn't going to bother anyone by approaching them.

[-Forever&Always-]

North Korea nodded and she made way into the crowd of kids. She got pushed away from the group as a couple of kids passed by and looked around. She recognized some faces, and some she didn't. She sighed as she stood next to a window, and looked out, separated by the rest.

[~:The Assistant:~]

((i'm on NZ's dorm is on th third floor dorm #2 OZ's is on the 1st floor dorm #5, WY's is the 2nd floor dorm #2))

[Morticia Peregrine]

Name: Miguel Cortez Carriedo(Mexico)
Gender: Male
Description: longish black hair, caramel brown eyes, tanned skin
Personality: Miguel is actually very sweet. He is courteous- until you get him mad. Then, he goes into what he calls, "Toro Mode" in which he will try to destroy the person he's mad at. Other than that, he's very kind and tries to be helpful. He resents his father, Antonio, for being in the BTT. So he defied him by trying to be as different as possible. But he can be romantic at times and is considered a hopeless romantic.
Interests: Bull fighting, dancing, cooking( He's really good at this), and marriachi bands.
Best Class: History
Hobby you would like: Playing Spanish guitar and cooking mexican food :3
Have you read and accepted the rules?: Most definetely
Dormitory: uh... Last room on the third floor?
Picture:http://iskimil.deviantart.com/art/Latin-Hetalia-Mexico-317205581
I DO NOT OWN THE PICTURE!!!! I GIVE FULL CREDIT TO THE RIGHTFUL OWNER!!!

[*~~OlI~oLiVeR~~*]

Announcement
~Be sure to check the bulletin board daily! Make sure you know who you will be staying with! As of now since the rooms are no longer vacant it will be the head who decides who will be with who. Thank you for your time!~
-Principle W.O.~

[*~~OlI~oLiVeR~~*]

Accepted ^w^

[Morticia Peregrine]

(*Checks* Hahaha! XD it's Austria
Thanks! Anyone open?)

[dtk IS GONE.]

Yay, Aussie gets a roommate! I am eager to see how this works out. C:

[+Reckless+]

Prussia stuck his tounge out at France in mock anger. He couldn't really be mad as the blonde man had a good point. " Im fit so shh!" he grumbled, then collided with a wall. "d'ow!" he let go of Spain's wrist to rub the back of his head irritably. Perhaps it was best to walk forward. He backed away from the wall, giving it a distrustful glare, then started jogging down the hall in the direction of the auditrium

[-Forever&Always-]

North Korea looked out the window, and started to think of what she should do after.