Alstroemeria

Chapter 2

   "Long time no see!" He pressed the 1st floor button.

         Your face was probably as pale as it could get, your hands were shaking inside your pockets, your eyes were on the floor. America. Alfred Jones. He terrified you to no end, he stole your sister, and that you could never forgive. While the fear of him has not died down, you were older, and more mature. You were sure you could talk to him now, you would be professional, not that you would get all buddy buddy. Deep down you would forever be terrified. You would, however, never hate him. You could never bring yourself to hate anyone, even if you really really wanted to.

   "Yes...Hello America."

   "Cmon! Call me Alfred, (y/n/n)!" He said. You didn't like hearing him say your nickname. Your sister came up with it.

   "Alfred." You slightly nodded, you never looked up.

   ".... Look...I..I'm sorry for um, ya know. I regret doing that, I was young and greedy, I ruined our relationship. Please don't hate me.." He seemed regretful enough, though you were still skeptical.

   "I do not[1] hate you, Alfred, it's just hard to forgive you."

   "I understand, (Y/n). Thanks for not yelling at me." He scratched the back of his head, "Though you never were one to yell, huh.."

   "..." You didn't say anything. This talk was not the first thing you expected. You still didn't forgive him. He tore your family apart. But knowing he felt bad made you feel better in a way.

   'Ding'

   "Alright, see ya later, dudette!" He walked out. The ride seemed longer than it was. It was only one floor. That whole conversation couldn't have happened.
You waited for the next floor in sad silence. Remembering things you though you forgot. When the doors opened you put on a brave face as you headed to find your door. One the left you saw the last dorm was 215. You headed left. Reading each dorm number you found 207.

         Scanning the key card and pushing the door open (with difficulty, it was jammed) you were surprised with a clean room. It was tidy. You didn't realize there was a janitor (hint hint, there isn't). You strolled to the bed room. You set down the bag you were carrying (apparently you had one, sorry for not mentioning it) on the nicely made bed. You looked around. There was a small kitchenette straight to the left when you first entered, on the other side of the room there was a living room with a couch, a chair, a coffee table and a T.V.. There was a trash can in the corner that was...full? Down the hallway there was a small bedroom with a closet. Your country's flag hung above the bed. Across the hallway there was a moderate sized bathroom with a bath, a separate shower, a sink and a toilet.

         You returned to the living room, you sat down and put up your feet. Grabbing the remote you searched the channels for something interesting.

         All of the sudden you heard laughing and feet coming towards your door. You heard the beep of the door being unlocked and in came three people.

         A blond[2] man with his hair in a low ponytail wearing the uniform, an albino man with beautiful red eyes, and a man with brown hair and green eyes. They turned to you and seemed surprised. You on the other hand were confused beyond belief.

   "Eh, Bonjour aléatoire jolie fille.."

[French: Eh, hello random pretty girl.]

I'm using google translate as I don't know much of any language. I should know Italian (i am Italian) but i don't. Correct me if the translations off. Lookie what we have here, Reader-sans in a situation!

-Marzia

Other:

1. Belvisida is, as mentioned, a very closed off person. She is almost like an android in the extent of how much she hides her emotions (she doesn't want to be hurt again). Think Japan x10 but not as 'shy'.

2. The spelling of "blonde" varies based on gender. Blond = Male, Blonde = Female. Same for "brunette". Brunett = Male, Brunette = Female

Translations

French:

Eh, hello random pretty girl.