Young Wild and Free (Hetalia AU)

The Roommate Disaster

America's pov

What they say is true, after a hurricane comes a rainbow. I finally escaped the horrors and hell that was high school, and now I have reached the rainbow known as college. Even though I'm pumped to finally move on with my life, I can't say that I hates high school. I had it pretty good, I mean I was the quarterback, the prom king, and people seemed to like me. The only issue was my low grades and the freedom restricting rules and regulations, but now that I'm in college I can start fresh and finally earn the freedom that I deserve!
"U-Uh, hello?" A family voice called out, snapping me out of my daze.
I adverted to my blue eyes over to the caller to see an exotic looking male, a stern look stitched his brown eyes.
"Egypt!" I exclaimed, causing the atypically quiet male to flinch. "Damn, dude I haven't seen you since...well forever!"
The Egyptian male uncomfortably toyed with his conservative clothes that draped over his body. The brunette sent me a slight nod, before handing me a large packet.
"Just take the brochure," the older male dismissed. "It contains everything you'll need to know, and your dorm key is taped to the back. You're in room number fifty."
A widespread American smile grazed over my features, as I took the immense pile of paper from his hand, and took off running.
"Thanks, bro!" I yelled out, as I quickly ran into the distance.
My brief period of exercise was short lived, due to managing to viciously ramming into a familiar figure.
"Bloody hell!" A crisp sounding British accent rang throughout my ear drums.
I looked down to find a bushy eyes Brit, who had lost balance and slammed into the ground. A slight chuckle escape from my throat, as I forcefully yanked the older blonde up from the ground.
"Don't worry dude, I'm the hero and I'm here to help you!" I loudly exclaimed, as the Englishman stumbled forward due to my harsh pull.
"Bloody hell, America," Arthur cussed underneath his breath.
"Yo, Iggy!" I loudly shouted. "Think you could help me find where dorm number fifty is?"
A slight sigh escaped the green eyed former pirate's lips, as he nodded his head.
"Sure, I guess I can help you-wait," the Brit quirked up one of his bushy eyebrows. "You said you're in dorm number fifty? So am I."
A look of confusion washed over my sun kissed features as I cocked my head towards the side. England was a year ahead of me, so I'm not sure why we were placed in the same dorm.
"But you're a sophomore and I'm a freshman, how the hell does that work?" I raised one of my thin blond eyebrows.
An exasperated sigh escaped my fellow blonde's lips as he rolled his emerald irises in pure irritation.
"Alfred, in this college they don't separate anyone. The dorms are coed and the grades are all mixed together," England explained, causing my ever present smile to only deepen.
"So what you're saying is that we might potentially being rooming with hot chicks and upperclassman?" My thick American accent rang aloud, excitement dripping from my facial expression. "That's kick ass! Let's go!"
I locked my fingers around England's slender wrist, before dragging him forward. The older yet slightly shorter blonde male stumbled forward, his eyes growing as wide as his brows.
"America, slow down! You don't even know where you're going!" Arthur continued to scold me, as if I was a mere child. "We're going left!"
I followed the older male's instructions, and continued sprinting ahead, my tight grip not loosening on his bony wrist. After roughly five minutes of aimlessly running around in circles, I managed to find our shared dormitory.
"Yeah! We're here!" I exclaimed, finally dropping the Brit in a head next to me.
"No thanks to you!" Arthur bitterly snapped, as he pried himself off of the floor. "I was telling you where to go, but you never listened!"
I rolled my bright blue eyes at the slightly shorter blonde, before shoving my key into the lock.
"Whatever, the important thing is we're hear now!" I optimistically yelled out, before prying open the door.
As the door swim open, I was immediately greeted by the sound of two familiar voices arguing.
"Oh hell no!" A thick Boston accent growled. "You're just jealous because I'm not a frozen waste of la-Oh hey, Alfred!"
My eyes fell onto an average sized brunette female. The irritable look in her matching blue eyes seemed to fade as soon as she caught a glimpse of me.
"Yo, Sophie!" I grinned at one of my fifty states, before running over to give her a high five.
A bright smile spread Massachusetts' milky white features, as she met me half way. The brown haired state's eyes darted behind me before settling on England.
"Hang on, so our roommates are eyebrows and commie bastard?" The intelligent state outwardly groaned.
I looked passed the slightly shorter female to find an all two familiar figure standing behind her. The tall male had his ever present smile resting deep into his skin, as he sent a deathly look over to myself and Massachusetts.
"Russia...." I muttered under my breath, feeling slightly deflated that I had to room with the land of snow himself.
"Hello, America! You should learn how to control your little state over here. You know, whatever her name is," Ivan's heavy Russian accent filled my ears, causing my blood to boil.
"Dude, I'm not happy about this either," I rolled my eyes at the older Russian male.
Before Ivan could respond, an all too familiar bicker broke out between the blonde and brunette.
"I'm sorry, I don't feel like sharing a dorm with somebody who dumped almost all of my tea off of Boston harbor!" England spastically spouted at the brown haired American.
A harsh glare pierced Sophie's blue eyes, as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"That was over two hundred year ago! Let it go, old man," the intellectual brunette sighed. "Besides, you had it coming to you. If you restrict my freedom, I'll restrict my hands around your neck!"
I awkwardly glanced over at Ivan, who was seemingly amused by their brief argument. I nudged the older Russian's shoulder, drawing his attention.
"Dude, Massy and Iggy used to do this all the time when we were teens, it usually gets heated fast," I explained. "I'm going to leave, you can come with me. We're not friends, but I don't want Massy to be stuck here with two people she doesn't like," I justified my actions of inciting the Russian male to come with me.
Ivan excitedly nodded his head, as he stood up from the bottom bunk of the room. The platinum blonde motioned for me to follow him outside of the door.
"Come on, America, I'll go show you around," Ivan noted, gently nodding his head.
I followed the older Russian out of the building, a feeling of uncertainty stitching the pit of my stomach. I wasn't exactly sure what the Russian had in store for me, but I was about to find out.