September; Switch

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Okay so sorry for the crap "cliffhanger in the last chapter, if I dare say that's a cliffhanger. But here's chapter five.

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"Oh, hallo gentlemen."

As soon as they got there All of the boys tried to squeeze through the door, with Feliciano squeaking in pain, Lovino cursing under his breath, and Antonio glad that said Italian was now skin to skin close to him.

"Oi bastard! Stop standing there smiling like an idiot and move!"

"Oh sorry, Lovi~"

"Don't call me that, bastard!"

'Hmm, they seem close enough. It'll go well', the Russian thought to himself, smiling. 'Even if it doesn't, it'll be fun to watch.'

"Ve~, Principal? Why are-a we here?"

'God, he's annoying.'

"Ahh yes. I have big news, which would usually take long. However I am not in the mood, so I'll cut to the point." He looked at each of them teenagers, smiling that petrifying smile to them, "Feliciano Vargas, you are to room with, uh... errr, oh yes. Ludwig Beilschdimt."

Said italian's twin immediately stood up. His eyes livid with anger, even if he barely knew the bastard, he didn't like him. Damn it, he doesn't have to explain why he hates him. He just does.

"What the hell?! Why switch him?! I'm his goddamn twin!"

"Fratello, I think you should-a sit down."

His fiery eyes calming down, he looked towards his Russian principal. Seeing him there smiling to himself as if this shit was funny.

"Fine, suppose my idiot brother does room with that bastard. Will I have a free room."

"Actually, your new roommate is this guy right here." Pointing towards the Spanish student that kept quiet throughout this discussion.

Losing all color to their faces, Antonio and Lovino looked at each other until ones face brightened at the fact he could share rooms with his Italian "Friend", whilst the others face contorted to the image of anger.

"Fuck no."

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Gomen Nasai /.\ Short Chappy after a long overdue update. Updating in Two days, promise!!

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