What's Up With These People and Curls? {My Hetalia Fanfic}

Chapter 8: Chats and Bags

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"Wait... Bianca Vargas?" Italy asked. Bianca nodded. "I'm Feliciano Vargas!"

"And I'm Lovino Vargas now can I take my brother back to our dorm?" Romano asked quickly while grabbing Italy's arm. I have my suspicions...

"Hold on, Romano!" Italy said while jerking his arm out of his brother's grip, having trouble at first. "This is a person with the same last name as us."

"She's on school property, too," I added.

Romano whispered words I don't prefer to repeat. Then, Julian gasped from on my shoulders making me jump a little.

"Lovi cursed!" she yelled while pointing at Romano.

"I forgot you were up there, Juli," I said as I picked her up off my shoulders and stood her up next to me.

"How could you forget that a five-year-old was sitting on your shoulders?" Romano asked me.

"I guess I'm just that strong."

"We're getting off topic," Bianca reminded us.

"Oh, yeah. Anyway, why not Bianca stay at the school until we figure out if she's actually related to you two? She could stay with me in my dorm." Romano made a questioning face and Italy looked at me, Bianca, Juli who was making a silly face (use your imagination), Bianca, and back at me. I got the message. "I'm in a mixed-gender dorm." The Italians mouthed an 'Oh' shape then Italy looked at my sister.

"Wasn't she supposed to go home yesterday or did she spend the night?" he asked.

"I talked on the phone with my parents after lunch and they said, since she is home-schooled, I can be her teacher and she can stay with me." Thank goodness I had an excuse planned, this time.

"Oh."

"So, I guess you got everything planned out?" Romano asked me.

"I thought about it while I dragged her here," I answered while I pointed a thumb at Bianca.

"I agree, let's do this!" Bianca cheered.

"You better go and sign up, then!" Italy said.

"Yep! See ya, later!"

"Ciao!" While we were walking away, I saw from the corner of my eye Italy waving to us enthusiastically and Romano had a worried look on his face. Something's up... I'll ask him, later.

I left my sister in my dorm and took Bianca to the main building to sign up. After telling the man that my dorm was mixed-gender, he said Bianca could stay with me. Later we went back to our dorm to, drop off Bianca's papers and uniform, got my bag after dumping it's contents onto my bed, and got my sister to come with us because I didn't want her to be alone when I wasn't on school property. We went to Bianca's apartment to bring her stuff over.

We went over to her apartment. It was gorgeous with wood flooring and  wooden walls. The bed was a twin sized wooden bed with dark green sheets. The bed itself was a lighter tan color while it contrasted with the dark flooring. On the far side of the room was a big bay window with a window seat covered in plush cushions that also went with the earthy color scheme. There was another window that had the roof jutting out from under it

It was all decorated nicely. Sketches and pictures clung to the walls with tape. CDs were stacked on the shelves along with some books. There were little glass light bulbs strung above the doors and windows that were in the room. The whole room smelled like lavender and vanilla. The bed was covered in a pastel colored quilt and matching pillows. A spot on a mantel shelf had a golden jewelry box on it. I opened the lid and saw all the gears turning as it played a song. It had beautiful jewelry inside of it. Next to the box was a picture frame with two adults, 16-year-old Bianca, and a dog. On the other side of the box was another picture frame with 18-year-old Bianca and some girls in it all crowding around each other, probably trying to be in the center spotlight.