Hetalia High!!

[*~~OlI~oLiVeR~~*]

*you guys are room mates?*

[epimetheus]

{ - Hong Kong - }
[ _ Only when ye reached the auditorium did he realize how crowded it actually was. Since now there were so many people, nobody would notice if he was gone, would they? So Hong Kong glanced back at the group before just walking quietly away. Hong Kong, now free, walked to a corner in the very back and leaned against the wall, head down. Everybody always said to keep your head up, but you shouldn't let the whole world see your face if you are trying to hide. What wold happen next? he wondered, trying to see if anyone else he knew was here. There. Hong Kong was lucky--sarcasm--to spot Japan standing in the room. He emitted a small groan and murmured, "Thus is going to be more interesting than I thought..." _ ]

[Morticia Peregrine]

Mexico...
I walked along, bored with life. I was a bit young but I just hoped the others would accept me.
Then I saw France being dragged by Gilbert.
I stared, confused. Then I saw my father and nearly growled. I resented him

[herald.]

Iceland remained silent the rest of the walk to the auditorium. There wasn't really much to discuss anyway, or at least anything that he wanted to. Once they entered the auditorium- which was jam packed with countries already -he no longer felt much like hanging around with these strangers. Well, most of them were strangers, anyway. He saw a bit of red clothing slipping away, and assumed that Hong Kong might have left. It wasn't considered rude if he didn't do it first, right? So the Nordic took a last glance at the small group before slowly backing away into the crowd, walking backwards for a short while before turning around and speed walking out of there. Okay... Where to sit... he thought, not fully focused on finding a spot somewhere in the auditorium. Squinting, he slowed down and tired to peer over and around people to find any available seats, preferably off to the side.

Spain had to stifle a giggle of some sort as Prussia walked backwards, right into a wall. As the albino nation lost his grip on his wrist, he suddenly realized that there had been more pressure there than he had originally thought as the blood came rushing back to his hand. He couldn't hold back a chuckle as Gilbert glared at the wall as it were actually a person. He was about to go after his friend when he started going in the direction of the auditorium- thankfully, forwards this time -but a familiar sight in the corner of his eye stopped him. Turing around a bit more to see better, his expression softened and he gave a smile at the tan boy in front of him. "Hola, Miguel! You didn't tell me you would be going here! It's good to see you, como estas?" he asked, glancing back at France and Prussia before directing his attention back to his son. Unlike most countries, who preferred to adopt their colonies as their "brothers", Antonio had brought up Mexico with more of a father-son like relationship. While he was oblivious to most of the country's hatred towards him, he did understand that they weren't really close. He could try though, and try he would.

(*Facepalm* I was going to say other than Iggy, but I forgot >w<. My memory... I just...

Oh, and I apologize got lack of accent marks whenever I write Spanish words. I don't know how to put them over letters, and I don't really want to use Google Translate *Lazy*)

[-Forever&Always-]

North Korea looked out the window and smiled as she saw a couple of ducklings waddle past, the mother their lead.

(( North K. is open to anyone ))

[Morticia Peregrine]

Mexico...
I looked away from my father. "Fine, papi..." I said, no emotion in my voice.
Why I hated him so much was because I didn't want to be like him. At all. I wanted to be my own person, never in mi padre's shadow. I didn't want to be known as only Antonio's son. And yet, he seemed completely unphased that I hated him. It was almost like he didn't know that I hated him.
Well, I wouldn't say I hated him. We were close when I was just a child. We would play Bullfighter, a game where he was the bull and I jumped over him and we...
I shake myself from my thought train and look at the other two. "Hola." I say, monotone once again. Then, I began walking away.

[+Reckless+]

Prussia, completely unknowing of Spain's absence. He continued to go into the auditorium, and apon entering the huge room he was surprised by the amount of people who where already present. A few he reconised right away, including his boring stuffy brothers. Others where new faces, which where an exciting prospect to the albino nation. Even for his cocky behavior the prussian was truely a social butterfly, he loved company and meeting new people.

[-Forever&Always-]

(( whos open? ))

[*~~OlI~oLiVeR~~*]

*Me but I fail at role playing Germany...*

[herald.]

Spain nodded, only the slightest bit disappointed when Mexico spoke to him monotonously. It seemed like he was always like this with him nowadays. He still called him father, but he never really acted like his son anymore. Even someone as oblivious as himself had noticed that after all this time. "That's good to hear, muy hijo! I'm glad you got accepted into the academy. May you make many friends," he said, sounding upbeat still. "Have a nice day! It was nice seeing you!" he said as Mexico started walking away. It seemed a bit random to him, but he found himself understanding the country less and less. Turning back around and blinking, he realized that Prussia had left him and France by themselves and proceeded on. "Eh? Prussia! Wait up, mi amigo!" he shouted, sprinting in the direction of the orientation, his encounter with Mexico fading from his mind as he left Francis in an effort to catch up.