You woke up to the smell of coffee, which is odd, since you didn't have a coffee pot in your dorm. Sitting up you realized you were on the love-seat with a blanket draped over you, looking around you saw Victor in the kitchen, his back towards you.
"Hed?" You said, tiredly.
"Oh, hey Y/N. I went down to the nearest town today, got a coffee pot at a store that looks like House Supplier[1], and then I got some donuts from that bakery I was telling you about." Victor brought you a mug of coffee and a donut. God, it had been so long since you had smelled the bitterness of coffee.
"I also got groceries--don't worry I got your favorites--and some bottled water for you to keep in the fridge." Victor sat down next to you, turning on the T.V. and putting on the same crime show from last night.
"Oh! Your roommate came over this morning, a very sweet girl. She wanted me to tell you that you have to get to the meeting hall in the west wing after lunch, she'll meet you outside the lunch hall."
"...Are you my mother?" You said. It was silent for a minute before you both burst out in laughter. Victor was always one to try and take care of his friends, so when he woke up and saw you had no sustenance in your dorm, he had to do something.
"What, did you pack my lunch too?" You asked, half joking, half hoping he did.
"Well..."
"No way?! You did?"
"Maybe...?
"You're the best." You said between laughter, Victor was slightly embarrassed--how dare you make fun of his motherly tendencies.
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After you and Victor finished breakfast you headed out to class (with your lunch in bag), and he headed back to the hotel. You had already missed Ad. History and Cooking, so your bee lined for the English classroom.
Entering the class you saw it was pretty full--I suppose that some students arrive later than others. Inside you saw England, Germany, Japan, Scotland, Ireland, Wales, Sealand, the guy you met during Gym, a boy whose hair was a bit ram-horn like, Wy, three nervous boys huddled in the back, and Russia. Russia looked at you hopefully, but you couldn't meet his eyes. You walked past him and sat by England.
"Hello, love." England said, not looking up from the book he was reading. Next to him, his brothers sat, whispering and looking at you.
"Hello, England." You said, putting down your backpack. "Hello." You said to the three boys who were looking you up and down, as if they were appraising you.
"'Ello, lass." Scotland said, grinning wolfishly at you before putting his feet on the desk and leaning back. Ireland and Wales nodded, greeting you as well.
"Did I miss anything in History?" You asked England, he slipped you a small notebook.
"There'll be a pop quiz on Monday." He said, you began to read through his notes.
"Wow..." You mumbled as you read his notes. They were nicely organized and his handwriting was amazing. "These are really nice notes."
"Thank you." England said, seeming proud of himself, his brothers sneered a bit before going back to their conversation. Did they not like him?
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After Mr. Lawson finished his lecture on past tense participles he looked at the clock, there was still a while before next class. He said he was going out for a smoke and left you all to your own devices. Scotland followed him, he brandished a cigar.
Standing up you heard Sealand yelling out 'Belvisidaaaa' as he came barreling towards you. He clutched onto you as he began speaking at the speed of light about something or the other.
"...and we will rule the world, ally!..." He continued ranting. Wy ended up walking over and prying him off your you.
"Shut it! That's not polite." She scolded.
"I was talking to my ally, Wy!" Sealand whined, then he lit up as he began begging Wy to become his ally.
"Heh, children amirite?" The man you met at the gym came up and began talking.
"Yeah, I suppose."
"I'm Australia, nice to finally- properly meet ya'. This is New Zealand." Australia slung an arm over the boy with ram-horn styled hair.
"Get off of me-!" He shrugged Australia's arm off of him. "It's nice to meet you." He said to you.
"Oh, nice to meet you two, too. I'm Belvisida." You said.
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After the bell rang you walked calmly to Dutch. Entering the class you sat at the usual spot, and chatted with Belgium. Dutch came to a close pretty quickly, and you headed out towards lunch.
Entering the lunch hall you spotted an empty table, sitting down you opened your lunch. Inside was a Pirog[2] with savory filling. You quickly finished the lunch, unbothered.
Exiting the hall you waited outside for Liechtenstein. Many people came out, walking past you. She finally came out, accompanied by her brother.
"Hallo, Belvisida." She smiled.
"Hello, Liechtenstein, Switzerland." You greeted, Switzerland grunted in response, eying you cautiously. Liechtenstein began walking, you and Switzerland following closely.
"The meeting vill take place for a vhile, ve'll get some news about the next school week and other announcements." She explained, turning right, then left.
You finally arrived at very tall double doors, the words 'MEETING HALL' engraved in a plaque above the door frame. Switzerland pushed the doors, you and Liechtenstein following him in.
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1. A store in Belvisida, similar to Home Depot or Tesco.
2. Pirog is a baked case of dough with either sweet or savory filling. Pirogi are common in Eastern European cuisines. Pirog was brought to Belvisida by the Russians.
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Alstroemeria
Fanfiction(Highschool AU!Hetalia x Reader) A small country far off the coast of America has been called to World Academy many times throughout her life, what happens when she finally goes? "The flower Alstroemeria is symbolic of wealth, prosperity and fortune...
