My Goddamn Dorm-mate

My roomate

Hhhhhhhhh lets go-
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Russia walked down the seemingly empty hall, memorizing the corners and paintings so he won't forget where his dorm is. He looked down at the slightly crumpled peice of paper in his hand.
'Room 707 huh?...'
Russia didn't understand why the college apartment complex had so many rooms, but he didn't mind.
'Welp... College is finally here, I've been preparing for awhile... god this kind of sucks... At least i'm going to be roomates with my best friend. This year is going to be different then high school... Probably...'
The Russian thought to himself, realizing he had walk past his room.
He quicky turned around, hesitant yet hopeful that this year would be too bad.
He quickly opened the door, excited to see his best friend Germany.
He walked into the dorm, taking in the strange yet interesting scenery. It looked somewhat modernistic, yet also kind of old and antic.
There was a bathroom, livingroom combined with a kitchen, and finally a bedroom, with two beds and a curtain lovely, thick curtain in the middle, separating them. On one of the beds was a country, the curtain was covering their face.

"Oh hi Germany."

Russia said expecting to hear a 'Guten tag' or 'Hello Russland', or something like that. But instead all the Russian got was a confused sound from the country behind the curtain.

"Wait-
Oh god, Russia??"

An immediate shock of realization and disappointment struck Russia, realizing that his roommate was the one and only America, known for his chaotic behavior, his constant extrovert tone and his general loudness...
And his childish mentality...

"Oh god not you... I can't stand to live with a deluded big mac for a roomate..."

Russia said, trying to figure out why Amerca was in his dorm. He filed to make sure that he'd have a room with Germany. So why is it with America?

"You're prolly in the wrong room commie."

America retorted, upset at the fact he was called deluded. They started arguing for awhile until they decided to go downstairs and ask why they had each other for roommates. The way down was long and annoying. America constantly trying to start a conversation just so things would be so quiet, while Russia either looked away and ignored the conversation or quickly answered in a certain tone of voice letting the smaller country next to him know that he didn't care to talk. When they finally got downstairs they both angrily marched to the manager's office.

"Hey I thought I filed a room with Japan!"
America said, upset.
The UN simply and quickly said,

"I'm sorry but there has been a mix up, and unfortuanatly it's unchangeable. Sorry boys."

Both America and Russia quickly turned to eachother in shock, knowing that they will have to stay with eachother for the rest of the year.

"This is bullshit!"

America announced, walking ahead of Russia.

"Agreed, now shut up."

Russia said. He was already sick and tired of this stupid American idiot talking to him. He just wanted to go back to the dorm so he could finish packing. So, by retracing his steps, he found the dorm room. Still as strange as ever. He opened the door, wanting to lock America out but not wanting to hear America's dumb, stupid voice complain about it. So he reluctantly held open the door for America, mentally slapping himself for not just leaving the door open and going to unpack.

"Wha- Thanks?"

America said, shocked and confused by Russia's kind gesture, not being sure to trust it. But, he was cold so he immediately walked in and jumped on his bed, diving into the blue, gray and white blankets.