- { ~ Hong Kong...
felt a sharp pain to his head and arm as he was knocked to the hard ground by someone running fast in the hallway. "Agh!" he exclaimed, pushing himself up to his feet. This was the second time today... He continued his slow pace through the school, vision a bit fuzzy and right arm aching along with his head. The Chinese nation had had enough today; England, running into someone, the way-to-loud orientation, then being ran into again... Where was a friend when he needed one? Hong Kong sighed and hung his head, while still watching for incoming people. Slipping outside, he continued there at a slower pace yet--if that was even possible--and found himself wandering aimlessly around the school grounds. Eventually finding a calm, peaceful river surrounded by trees and other plants, he sat down cross-legged and hung his head. What was his problem? He was a plain walking mess! Hong Kong lifted his head a bit to stare at the ducks and geese and other animals playing around in the river. He wished he could be a goose, or any other animal really. Being an animal would be nice; no homework, no cares in life, you could do whatever you want really. He edged closer to the river, sitting under a draping tree that was quite like a willow that had tiny pink flowers all over the branches, hidden among the pear-green leaves. He closed his eyes and sat back, listening to the buzzing of insects, the splashes of water, the sweet chirps of the birds. He sighed and breathed it all in, wishing he could stay there forever, wrapped in the wonders and peacefulness of nature. ~ }
{ ~ Netherlands...
emitted a small sigh and pulled a small paper from his coat, reading the directions to his dormitory. He turned left, then right, right again. Eventually he came to a staircase made of stone. His floor was the third, which was just below the vacant fourth floor. The paper said that his roommate was Iceland, which he could handle, as long as Iceland wasn't a person who acted like Denmark or Belarus. So Netherlands wearily climbed the long stairs up to his floor and looked for the dorm with a "3" on it. Funny; he was floor three dorm three. Was that a bad thing...? He grabbed a small silver key from his pocket, almost dropping it;he caught it expertly before it could clank to the ground. Jamming it into the keyhole, he turned it until a small click sounded and he turned the doorknob to enter his room. It wasn't much but... What was he supposed to expect? Lying his bags by what he assumed was his bed, the Dutchman gazed around the room, soaking in every detail like a sponge soaking up water. Then he knelt down and clicked open his suitcase, taking things out and placing them where they belonged. Then he slid his suitcase under his bed, leaving his small pet bunny on his bed as he went to change into his school uniform. ~ }
