Dorm 107 [Open!]

[izy]

Elizaveta entered the dorm room that the strange piece of paper claimed she was to be sleeping in from now on. She stared at the interior of the room as she shut the door behind her- it was plain, with a bunk bed on the left and a single twin bed pushed up against on the other wall. In the center was a small window, and underneath the window was a desk with a computer and some books on it. The bunk beds held pink sheets while the single bed had blue- Elizaveta figured that she was to be sleeping on one of the bunks. Exhausted from running around the school searching for Roderich, she plopped down on the bottom bunk and sighed.

“Is this all just some weird dream?” she wondered to herself, slowly falling into a daze. The room grew hazy as the afternoon light gave an orange tint to her surroundings. Elizaveta rubbed her eyes. If she were to fall asleep, she’d have to change out of her uncomfortable school uniform first and into something else. But where were her other clothes? Elizaveta got up and decided to search around the room for anything that belonged to her- after all, she had her camera in her pocket, complete with all the pictures that were stored on it- her clothes were bound to be around here somewhere. She groped around under the bunk bed and felt a large suitcase; she pulled it out and found a tag on it reading, “Natalia Arlovskaya”. Elizaveta set the suitcase aside and felt around until she found another one that had her name on it.

She hurriedly opened the suitcase and sighed happily as she pulled out articles of clothing that were familiar to her- green and black blouses, along with long skirts and dresses, all folded neatly inside the large suitcase. She pulled out her night gown and struggled to stuff her other clothes back in. Once she put her clothes away, she decided to change.

Elizaveta nearly leaped five feet backwards when the door had suddenly opened as she began unbuttoning her plaid jumper.

[Tino Väinämöinen]

At least Peter was safe that was all that mattered for now and Tino was happy that he’d finally found his way to the fabled school. He kept his smile as curiosity took control of his senses and he found himself wondering the magnificent structure or the school. Darting in and out of empty classrooms he lost himself in awe of the strange academy, it was so huge! Tino was sure to get lost, his sense of direction was terrible and in such a big place too!

He bit his lip as he walked down a particularly long corridor, it was so creepily quiet he wondered where all the other nations were, they had to be around here somewhere and if he’d found Peter then he was sure to find the others, heck anyone (cept Russia) would be a friendly face to find if they offered the Fin any helpful information. He just didn’t understand why was he here? It just made no sense! He wanted to go home back to his nice house in his own country. He huddled his arms around his waist as his bright violet eyes took in corridor which was filled with countless numbers of doors.

Tino guessed these were the dorm rooms, shrugging his shoulders he took out the piece of paper from his pocket studying it carefully to find which room he’d be staying in. Apparantly he’d be rooming with two other people too, he wondered briefly which nations they’d be. Not that he minded he didn’t really care about who was with as long as they were the least bit nice to him. He smiled lightly as he pushed his door open clicking down the handle his face burned with a hot red blush as the girl on the other side had began unbuttoning her jumper.

“I’m s-so sorry.” He exclaimed loudly averting his violet eyes, what if she thought he was some sort of creep! He wasn’t he hadn’t even seen anything he’d just walked in at the wrong time. “I didn’t know anyone was here, the door was unlocked a-and this was my room I didn’t know where to go so I...” his voice trailed off as his rambling ceased, he looked away turning around from the girl who was surely equally embarrassed.

[izy]

Elizaveta clenched her clothing tightly, staring at the innocent face that blushed and turned away from her. Her face began to feel hot as she rebuttoned her jumper and cleared her throat. “It’s alright,” she said in an embarrassed tone, “S-Sorry, I should’ve locked the door…” She straightened her skirt and walked up to the somewhat familiar face, holding her hand out in a friendly manner.

“Hi…” she said awkwardly, averting her eyes a little, “I-I’m Hungary, but you can call me Elizaveta. I guess I’m your dorm mate…” her thoughts furiously searched for the name of the nation that stood before her. “If I remember correctly, you’re… Finland, right?” His expression made her realize that she had chosen the right name, and she smiled at Tino. “I’m glad to see another nation here, it’s been a very long and confusing day…” Elizaveta sighed. “I’m assuming that you’ve been through a lot today as well, right..?”

Elizaveta nodded her head as Tino spoke, feeling sympathy for his confusing day. It was good to speak to someone who was reasonable for once- it seemed as though Elizaveta had surrounded herself with ridiculous people who were loud and annoying, so a kind face with a cheery personality was quite refreshing. She thought about her life, how it was full of eccentric people who always kept her on edge, whether it was the perverted France or the obnoxious Prussia running around, annoying her. Tino however had a soft voice and an optimistic attitude, and didn’t seem to be such a bad guy. She felt relieved to have him in her dorm, and not some weirdo. Her mind wondered who would be the other female that was to reside in this room with them; the name Natalia was unfamiliar to her, though she felt that she had heard the name somewhere before, and prayed it was another nation.

“Oh!” Elizaveta interjected, “H-Have you seen Roderi- I mean Austria? I’ve been spending all day searching for him, he has a bad sense of direction…”

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[Tino Väinämöinen]

He didn’t return his gaze until he was sure she’d buttoned up her jumper. Feeling slightly more comfortable he entered the room slowly and closed the large oak door behind him with a thud. He almost jumped at the sound; it was so loud he smiled nervously his wide violet eyes taking in the scenery of the room. It was huge, well as huge as dorm rooms go. His eyes cast across the two pink bunk beds before they landed on the bright blue one that had obviously been made up for him.
“H-hey,” he stuttered out nervously knowing how well Hungary was known for hitting those that crossed her with her frying pan. Regarding that it was no longer an issue he smiled at the Hungarian.

“Yeah thats me,” he said cheerfully “but please call me Tino, I guess there’s no need for such formalities anymore.” He said referring to the use of his countries name instead of his chosen human name. It seemed more fitting to use it here anyway considering that some of the other human students would have thought the name strange. That was if they were any human students, he silently pondered the thought that maybe the school would be made up entirely of Nations. It would have been cool if it was, scary considering that some great power must have brought them all here but still kind of cool.
“It’s nice to meet you miss Elizaveta.” He said politely

“Yeah, I guess I got a bit of a fright when I woke up, I was so lost.” He let out a soft chuckle “but I managed to run into another nation, so I guess it wasn’t too bad.” He smiled as he made his way to sit on his designated bed.
“Oh,” his violet eyes lit up with a question “Can you remember how you got here? I can’t” he sighed “All I remember is walking my dog and then suddenly I was in the Tokyo mall. Weird huh?”
He tucked his slim legs together so he sat he was sat Indian style propping his body up by resting his hands on the mattress. He shook his head sadly when Elizaveta asked whether he’d seen Austria.
“I’m afraid not.” He said sadly “The only other nation I’ve seen is Pete- Sealand.” He said quickly correcting himself.
“But I’m sure he’ll turn up.” Said Tino optimistically “Everyones popping up all over the place and if my theories correct I’m sure he’ll appear sooner or later.” He said with a light smile.
"So do you think our other room mate will show up soon," he pondered aloud "I wonder who it is."

[Natalia Arlovskaya]

Stupid school, stupid teachers, stupid... Oh, who was she kidding? Everything about this accursed school was stupid and pathetic. Also, nothing made any freaking sense. How has she gotten from her homeland to Japan, of all places! Why couldn't she have been sent to Russia? Or, better yet, not even leaving her freaking country? She had pretty much woke up to find herself in an unknown place, without anyone around her as well. If she could find a desk right now, her head would be pounding on it. Oh, worst part was, she wasn't country anymore. Like, at all.

The paper in Natalia's hand crumbled under her rage, her only stopping when she had forgotten the dorm's number, for practically the eleventh time in that hour. Well, she didn't have such a good memory, that's all. Nothing major or anything. Biting her lip sharply, she attempted at making the written on sticky note uncrumbled, though she stopped when it was legible. Dorm 107... Still have to remember that. She thought crossly, her eyes glaring sharply at the other numbers on the doors. Hm, not this one, not that one... Huh, why was that one open? Curiosity getting the best of her, her anger dissolving for a moment, she took a few steps toward the open dorm, though she stopped.

This was... her dorm, wasn't it? It was, and there were people in it. As if this day could get any worse... "What the?" She muttered, suddenly wishing she wasn't so alone for the moment. If she had Russia with her, or even Ukraine, she would feel more pissed. Alas, what if those two were the ones inside? Blinking with this realization, Natalia came forward a few more steps, though when she had stopped, she was definitely in a full rage. What the hell. Were these people. Doing. In her room.

"You two have ten seconds to explain to me what you're doing in my room." Natalia stated sharply, violet-blue eyes flashing dangerously. She wasn't about to just let two people waltz into her room, uninvited, and start messing it up. She just wasn't- Huh? Her gaze drifted past the two people, a girl and boy, and toward the room itself. A bunk bed and a single twin sized one? Wait, were these her room-mates? This just couldn't be happening. It was impossible, but here it was.

These two better get on her good side, soon at that, or there may be one less person tonight.


OoC ;; And here enters Belarus and her rage.

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[izy]

Elizaveta stared at the girl that had entered the room, a scowl on her face. No wait, that wasn’t even a scowl- more like a very annoyed, if not extremely irritated bitter look. She was beautiful though, Elizaveta had to admit, with long golden, almost platinum blond locks that were perfectly straight and down to her waist. Elizaveta’s heart skipped as the girl spat out her words angrily, and she already knew that there could be some tension between them.

“H-Hi…” Elizaveta forced a weak smile, “I-I’m Hunga- erm, Elizaveta.” Elizaveta pulled out a hand, prompting for a friendly gesture to see what this girl thought of her. She stared up at the intense glare, feeling awkward as sharp violet met a very uneasy green. She slowly recognized this face- a bit similar to a certain scary someone that Hungary had lived close to.

“You’re… Russia’s sister, Belarus, right?” Elizaveta struggled to say, trying to find the right words and not anger her. She sighed with relief when she finally realized that their other roommate would be another fellow nation, and not a human. It’d be awkward speaking to and interacting with one, knowing that at one point, Elizaveta once was a giant land mass of these people. It was nice to have the burdens of a nation swept off her shoulders, however, she missed having such power in her heart, and desired to become a nation yet again. Being human was too strange, her body feeling light as a feather (except for her well-endowed chest of course, though it wasn’t as bad as the onomatopoeia-ing breasts as Russia’s other sister, right?). However, those painful colds and back pains went away, which seemed to be a positive. Nevertheless, Elizaveta still felt anxious to return to her old life. Would she ever become a nation again?

“This is Tino,” Elizaveta introduced, “another nation, Finland. He’s going to be bunking here with us as well.”

[Tino Väinämöinen]

When the pretty violet eyed girl stormed into the dorm room with such ferocity Tino felt himself shrink back timidly. As the door closed with a loud thud he winced at the sound, the girl was intimidating and he wouldn’t lie her presence scared him. Though he would never admit it, Tino liked to think himself as a nice a guy, he wouldn’t say anything that would possibly upset anyone, well not if they didn’t deserve it.

“H-hello, I-.” He tried in a friendly tone, but he was cut off by her sudden demands of who they were and what they were doing in ‘her’ room. A look of bewilderment
He knew by the accent she must have been related closely related to Russia (either Geographically or through blood he didn’t know) and she resembled him to, they both had the same mean glare and violet blue eyes, much like Tino’s own (yet Tino’s were toned a brighter purple colour then the sparkling blue Belarus’ were). His suspicions were quickly confirmed by Elizaveta, he was glad she was acting as the peace maker he really didn’t want to get on this angry nations bad side. Sure he wasn’t a coward but he didn’t want to spend all of the school year rooming with someone he didn’t get along with.

“It’s nice to meet you.” He tried again after Elizaveta introduced him, using the same bright smile he always saved for his friends, he held out his hand for the new nation to shake.
“It’s so strange we’ve ended up here isn’t it?” he began hoping to re-spark the dying conversation, he hugged his knee’s gently after withdrawing his hand.
“Do we even count as nations still, I just really don’t get it.” He began, his voice trailing into a whisper “Why would they drag us to a school?” he asked. His heart panged to be back in his beloved country as he wondered what it’d do without him.