Alstroemeria

Chapter 21

Here's a messy layout of the dorm room, they fit like puzzle pieces~! I was getting confused, myself, so I made this. It might be hard to see but everything is labeled. Also I think that getting Switzerland to agree with you and Liechtenstein rooming together is a huge compliment! And he's not even stalking you guys! Maybe..

-Marzia

As you woke up you regretted the things that happened yesterday. Honestly you let so many people see you cry it's pitiful. Sitting up you heard commotion in the bedroom. You stood up, adjusted your pajamas--which consisted of a tank top and sweatpants--and walked quietly to the bedroom. The door was open and inside was a fully dressed (thank God, Switzerland would kill you if she wasn't) Liechtenstein standing in front of the floor length mirror. She must've seen you in the mirror since she turned to you with a wide smile.

"Hallo, are jou feeling better?" She asked. Right, when she woke up you were crying on the couch. Stupid, stupid.

"Ah.. Yes, I'm doing well, I apologize you had to see me in that state. I should have waited for you to leave..." You said, sheepishly, as you ran a hand--or tried to--through your tangled hair.

"No, no! It's okay! It's good to let out jour feelings!" She reassured you. "School vill start soon, are jou going to go?"

"..." You thought about it, did you have the courage to face Italy after yesterday? Or anyone else? Surely he would have gushed worriedly about it to someone--Germany, not realizing it would embarrass you. "Yes."

"Great!" She clapped together her hands, lacing her fingers together. "Jou can change, ve vill walk togezer, ja?" She beamed. You nodded.

"Alright! I vill leave so jou can change." She walked past you, leaving the room.

Once you were changed, got your bag, your hair brushed--with difficulty, it was a pain, literally--and your face washed you walked out into the living room once more. Liechtenstein was sitting on the couch waiting for you, once you walked in she got up and picked up her back pack. You both walked out of the dorm and to the elevator, making small talk about the day. She informed you that--usually--at the end of the week there's a meeting with all students and faculty. "It's mandatory. The Headmaster vill tell us anyzhing ve need to know for zhe upcoming veek."

As you walked into the entrance you split, she had basic history while you had advanced.

While you walked down the halls towards the class--you had memorized to route--you saw one man you desperately did not want to see: Russia. While when you met him he had seemed normal, friendly even, you could not look at him the same way. He split up your grandfather's country, for heaven's sake! Honestly, he scared you now, him and America both. The difference was while you could tolerate America, you felt uncomfortable knowing Russia was even on the same floor as you.

A wave and smile from Russia snapped you out of your thoughts. Though these actions may have been kind, your view of Russia was distorted. You only saw the reminisce of a torturer in his eyes, his smile evil, and his wave as a condescending and teasing action.

You broke your gaze from him, walking very quickly towards the classroom. You took a sharp right turn and kept going, leaving a confused Russian behind.

The Russian man stood dead in his tracks, he was hurt by the fact you ran. 'Maybe you didn't see him wave.' he tried to convince himself, but he knew you had, he had looked straight into your eyes and they were filled with terror. Slowly dropping the hand that was once waving to his side he looked at his shoes, as they suddenly became very interesting.