Hetalia High!!

[epimetheus]

{ ~ 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. ~ }

[Alfred F. Jones]

France observed Arthur's pink cheeks quietly, still a little too surprised to say much. "A-ah... All right... It doesn't matter; I offered it to you... You didn't have to apologize," he mumbled, then glanced at Prussia. "... I don't think we're making very much progress in getting along," he remarked; even now he was trying to refrain from hitting England back, but he knew that if he did it would prove to be very immature. He shifted his gaze to England again, noting the blush; was he really so embarrassed over the kiss?

[Arthur Κirkland]

Arthur tried to ignore the fact that France was obviously noticing his blush. But, it only made him feel all the more shy over the whole situation, especially with how how Francis had reacted. Was it really so surprising that he had a heart? "Yeah, I know..." He murmered, then listened as the other adressed the Prussian who had come along to be a mediator, which he didn't mind. That just meant he wasn't all alone with France in an awkward situation such as now. "I have to agree with him, for once..." He piped up, frowning some. "Except for the fact that I was invited into your dorm tonight; that offer surprised me." He added thoughtfully, speaking more to Prussia than to Francis, though it was all the same. "I didn't think he cared wether or not I managed to get sleep at night. Seems I was mistaken," Was he actually admitting he was thankful for France's kindness? It seemed that was the case.

((You know what... When Iggy comes to sleep with him tonight, I'd say there's a really bad thunder storm = w = *so cruel, lol*))

[Alfred F. Jones]

(Oh, that's mean. xDDD Poor France is gonna be all: "*Clinging to Arthur* ... S-say nothing about this..." xDD)

Francis glanced over at England, smiling just a bit. "Well, I invited you to the dorm because if you didn't get any sleep, then you'd be taking naps during class, and you'd start complaining about your grades... Then you'd lose your position as the student body president. I'd have to do all the work, then, since I'm your vice president," he joked, making it seem as if it'd directly affect him. Which, in a way, it would, but only if Arthur's grades suffered. "But I suppose your sleep is important, too," he said with mock thoughtfulness.

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((Exactly~ xD *perfect plan is perfect* I'm gonna enjoy that = w = ))

England listened to France go on about how his own life would be affection if Arthur's council position was to be jeprodized. Now it made more sense. Of course Francis was going to be looking out for himself; it was his nature. However, the truth of it all almost made him feel... Disappointed. He didn't know why exactly, but it bothered him, that unwanted emotion. "Ah, that sounds more like the Francis I know. I didn't think you were being nice to me because you suddenly cared." He said, trying to wipe all traces of the before mentioned emotion off of his face. "Oh yes, I'm sure... To myself, yes. To you? I doubt it." He concluded bluntly, looking away with something close to a poker face.

((Ohhhh... Art, soccer, lecross, archery, fencing... I feel like Iggy would be good at all of those >.< Damn it, how to choose?!))

[Alfred F. Jones]

(Pfft... Francis won't. x3 He's going to be the one with a lack of sleep.)

Francis hummed softly, raising a brow. "What? You don't think I care? If I didn't care at all, I would've let you sleep on the floor, but since the bed is by far more comfortable, I'm letting you sleep somewhere where you won't get backaches," he mused. "What's that supposed to mean..? You're making me seem as if I'm just worried about myself... I was joking, Arthur," he teased, reaching up to poke the Brit's nose. "... I'll admit that you make a better president than I do, so it'd be horrible for almost everyone if I took control, I think," he mumbled hesitantly.

(x3 I think I'll have France in Art, Cooking, and Fencing... ^^)

[Arthur Κirkland]

((Aww, poor Francey-pants... *pat pat* >.< At least he'll have Iggybear to keep him company while he has a mental breakdown~ xP))

Arthur blinked a few times at France's points-- he had him there. He could have just left him to rest on the floor, which, though he'd originally found that idea more appealing, decided now he was thankful for the older blonde's generousity. "Well... I guess that's true..." He admitted, though it was hard due to his stubborn streak. With a sigh, he let his gaze drop. "I never did properly thank you, so... Thanks," He murmered, trying his best now just to get along with Francis. After all, they would be sleeping together. When the Frenchman continued, and gave his nose a poke, he looked up, brows furrowing slightly. "Sometimes, you act as if you are..." He mumbled. All of what the older nation had said, he'd expected. That was, until he admitted that Arthur was better at something. Now that made him stare in shocked silence. After a moment or two, he cleared his throat, managing a response. "You..." His expression softened, a light smile forming on his lips. "I'm sure you'd do just as well. I didn't assign you as vice president for nothing, you know." He assured, adding, "And you're popular aside from your r*pist reputation. Drop that and I'm sure no one would mind... But don't worry, I'm not going anywhere. Unless something happens to change things, I'll remain the student body president." He said, his mood having apparently improved after hearing Francis utter such words.

((Errr... Could there possibly be track, as an option? If so, he'll be in art, track, archery, and fencing~))

[Cryptweasel]

(archery. definatly archary.)


Prussia's eyes flicked back and forth between the two, grinning.They seemed to be working it out on their own so far.

[Alfred F. Jones]

(Lol, that's true~ Iggybrows can comfort/make fun of him. xDD)

France smiled a little at the other's words of thanks, and he was obviously cheered by them. "Don't thank me at all~ It's what I should do," he told him softly, his smile cracking a little wider. He hummed, briefly avoiding Arthur's gaze when he pointed out that, sometimes, Francis had a habit of running for his own safety instead of worrying about other people's well-being. Okay, maybe it was most of the time, but France wasn't really proud of his cowardice. In fact, he was trying to fix it. The Brit's next, at first shocked, reaction made him laugh softly. "Ah... I suppose, but I'm not generally too good at making decisions. You might've figured out that I'm a rather indecisive type." His smile became sheepish; he was having a hard time saying this, but he knew that one way to get into someone's more endearing opinion, one had to be honest.