Alstroemeria

Chapter 36

        As soon as Mr. Frank said that the entire room erupted in screaming of disagreements.

"Why would they-?"

"But they're-!"

"You can't do-!"

"I'm scared of-."

"Please no, don't-!"

"I don't-a want-a that 'fashionista' bastard-!"

Voices all yelled at the same time, overlapping and cutting one another off. Some countries sat still--their 2ps weren't that bad, at worst annoying. You sat stiffly; afraid. You knew that you didn't have a 2p, but you did know that Russia's 2p was dangerous--more so than Russia was, himself.

After a while the voices faded out, static taking their place. You felt lightheaded, like you were on a cloud, as if you were floating. You tried to breath in and out, but the oxygen didn't help. Your vision went white. Was this because of shock, or economy crash (why still use that as an excuse, the economy is back up again)? You faintly felt a hand on your shoulder, shaking you out of your trance. Slowly the static faded away, now replaced by the disagreements of the nations. You saw Russia, looking worried.

"Belvisida? Are you feeling the 'okay'?" Russia said, his broken English shining through in his time of anger and worry. You laughed a bit, airily. He was just so cute...

"Dudette, how bad is your 2p? You almost fainted!" America said--looking very much so angry and worried--while turning you to look at him.

"I don't..." You let your sentence fade.

"SETTLE DOWN, PEOPLE!" Mr. Frank yelled, shutting everyone up. Many countries looked enraged, some scared, some indifferent.

"I know this is a big upset, but their own universe isn't safe anymore-"

"Bull! They're countries, they're strong enough to defend themselves!" Alfred erupted, startling you and others a bit.

"Their universe is different from ours, in both history and animosity... They can die, and you would still be alive. Our universes aren't connected, the only thing they have in common is that each country has a personification." Mr. Frank was stern. How did he know all this?

"Anyways, they will be staying on campus, you will have to share dorms-" He was interrupted by a loud disagreement.

"C'mon man-!"

"I won't share my dorm with-!"

"Not-a with that one, he will-a take the closet from-a me-!"

"SETTLE!" Mr. Frank reprimanded the nations, he had complete control. "You don't have a choice, they will begin to move in on Sunday and you will have similar schedules with your counterparts. Meeting adjourned." Mr. Frank stood up and walked out, the VP following. Teachers also rushed out, hoping to avoid the wrath of the nearly-immortal students.

Immediately after the staff left the room once more became deafening with anger. Some kicked their chairs, some punched a wall, some stayed still, some yelled, some didn't. Looking around you saw N. Italy crying while being comforted(? Kind of?) by an angry looking Germany. England was cursing, France was dramatic, Canada was looking a bit scared as he tucked his head into Kuma. America was pacing, Russia looked grim, the Nordics were panicking (Sweden was panicking on the inside). It was chaos. Utter. Chaos.

Standing up you left, drawing attention seeing as you were the only one to actually leave the meeting hall. You rushed to your dorm, collapsing as soon as the door was closed. You knew they would be coming, but you had no idea they'd be here, in this school, in your dorms!

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(With the 2ps)

Oliver and the others got ready to rent out the apartment--packing was easy since they didn't ever unpack. The 2ps collectively agreed to stay in the dorms with their counterparts, not only would it be easier to get to school, but it would annoy the hell out of the 1ps. Oliver would keep his beloved confectionery, but they would rent out the apartment to a... nice young girl whom Allen brought to the bakery (by nice, Ollie doesn't mean nice. She was rude and outlandish, and that potty mouth-).

On Sunday they would arrive and move into the dorms. Some 2ps regretted that decision since they actually went and looked at the dorms (usually at night, stalkers). The dorms were so small! But it was already agreed upon, and most of them were already in hotels since they got rid of the apartments they had rented (they disposed of the contracts in... colorful ways).

Oliver sighed, cleaning out stale pastries from the display area. A young man walked in, the cute bell attached to the swing-in door ringing.

"Hey, Oliver!" The young man said, his curly plum-brown hair bouncing as he walked up to the counter.

"Ah, Victor, nice to see you again~!" Oliver said.

"Can I get some more of those vanilla cupcakes, Y/N really liked those." Victor said, examining the pastries in the display area. "Oh, and a cheese danish." He continued.

"Ah, of course! This Y/N girl seems very nice, good taste in cupcakes." Oliver said, pulling out a tray of the vanilla cupcakes from the display area. "How many?"

"Uhhh... Five? No, six. No, five. Six. Five." Victor said. Oliver laughed.

"Five it is." Oliver began putting the cupcakes into the pink box with a cheshire grin. "Here you are!" Oliver handed the pink box to Victor, Victor handed some cash to Oliver. Interaction complete.

"Come again! And bring that nice Y/N girl, she seems lovely~!" Oliver said. Oh, Victor, you don't know it yet but you've put Y/N in serious danger, Ollie seems to be running out of his special ingredients for the red velvet cupcakes--and Y/N seems as sweet as sugar~.

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Oops~ (Don't worry, Y/N wont become a cupcake!)