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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= invisible; borderwidth= 0px; overflow: auto; width: 500px; font-family: verdana; color: --;][justify]Toma stopped in the middle of the dorm room, round green eyes evaluating the tight space. It was a squeeze, but there was enough room for two beds, two writing desks, two closets, and a tiny bathroom. She twisted the end of her long, copper braid between her fingers as she turned, placing her luggage down on one of the beds.




    This was it. Sleepless nights of hard work in high school had paid off. She was finally in college. The thought made a small, almost invisible smile appear upon her lips as she began unpacking.

    Feliks kicked the door open. He had two suitcases. One pink and one Blue. One for his girly clothes and one for his masculine ones. "Who are you?" He said, putting his stuff on his bed. "I was told that I was going to be living alone." He growled, opening the pink one. He took off his black shirt and put on a purple butterfly one instead. He combed his hair, putting it into a bun and sitting down.

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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= invisible; borderwidth= 0px; overflow: auto; width: 500px; font-family: verdana; color: --;][justify]Shocked at the sudden noise, Toma whipped around and then fell back onto the bed just in time to see a blonde boy bursting into the room. "I- I..." she stammered, eyes wide and searching. Was this guy her roommate? It was well known that this college was notorious for rooming males and females together. She swallowed hard and then continued. "I guess you're not. I'm sorry." she pulled at the collar of her forest green t-shirt, awkward. "And my name is Toma Lorinaite." {feminine form of Laurinaitis}

    "Awesome. Feliks Łukasiewicz. Representation of Poland. You can call me Poland or Feliks. I don't care. All you need to know is. I like to dress up, I'm a very strong country, I'm shy, Cheerful, Fabulous, and I don't care about you." He said, turning around and clicking his suitcases closed. He pushed them off his bed, and began to clean. He swept the room, throwing away trash and dust. He got on the bed and snuggled on the blankets.

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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= invisible; borderwidth= 0px; overflow: auto; width: 500px; font-family: verdana; color: --;][justify]Toma wasn't sure whether to be shocked or offended or both. So this was the famous Poland that the Lithuanian was always hearing about? She didn't like him almost right off the bat, but this didn't show in her face. "That's a bit hasty, don't you think? We're gonna have to get along with each other if we're roommates." she mumbled, averting her eyes back to the clothing that she was unpacking and folding neatly in a pile on her bed.




    When she looked back at him, it was to see that he was piled up in his bed with his blankets. At least he didn't seem to be a slob. Toma, of course, had no problem with cleaning but cleaning was not whyshe had come to this school. She had come to get an education and didn't need any distractions.

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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= invisible; borderwidth= 0px; overflow: auto; width: 500px; font-family: verdana; color: --;][justify]Toma just sighed. She could see that there would be no reasoning with the Pole right then, so figured it best left in the hands of time. "Alright then. I guess I'm going to go to sleep." While she had only arrived that day, her first class was early the next morning and she hadn't slept in what felt like forever.




    She grabbed some pajamas off of her clothes pile and made a quick stop in the bathroom, changing quickly before returning to her bed. She lowered herself onto the bed clothes, a sigh seeping from her lips as she fixed herself beneath the covers.

    Poland heard the door knock and whimpered. "He's here." He whined, getting under the bed. Prussia soon kicked the door open, as Poland had done earlier. "Where's that dumb-a** Polack boy?" He asked, looking around.

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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= invisible; borderwidth= 0px; overflow: auto; width: 500px; font-family: verdana; color: --;][justify]Toma yelped and scrambled to her feet as the door was kicked open. She had always been quick on her feet at times when it was necessary. "Wh-what are you doing?" the Lithuanian choked out. She had no idea what this guy wanted from Poland, but she wasn't about to turn him over to him- even if he was a jerk. The white haired boy seemed a bit... frightening.




    She swallowed, face pale with fear. Lying was not her greatest asset, but she would try. "Why in the world did you come bursting in here like that? I was trying to sleep. Classes start in the morning, you know?"

    "I don't care.. I just wanted to mess around with Poland." He said, giggling. He checked under the bed, pulling Feliks out by his collar. Gilbert wound up his arm, slamming his fist into Feliks's face. He yelped, blood spilling from his nose.

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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= invisible; borderwidth= 0px; overflow: auto; width: 500px; font-family: verdana; color: --;][justify]"Stop it! Stop it!" wailed Toma, feeling her eyes water as she saw the red liquid oozing from Feliks's nose. The exasperation that she had felt towards Poland shoved aside, she lunged forward and yanked at that arm clutching Feliks, slapping and punching at Gilbert's shoulder in an attempt to have him release her roommate. "Stop it," she repeated,"or I'll get authority right now!"

    "I... Don't care~!" Gilbert sang, shoving her aside. He scooped Poland up, giving him a series of punches to the face before dropping him. Poland could barely see and his nose was most likely broken. Gilbert dusted the blood off his fist by rubbing it on his jeans. He walked out of the room and went to his own dorm. Poland was crying, wanting badly to touch his bloodied, bruised face.

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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= invisible; borderwidth= 0px; overflow: auto; width: 500px; font-family: verdana; color: --;][justify]Panic made Toma's breaths come in short, sharp intervals but she got to work at once. She grabbed a shirt off of her bed and crouched down next at Feliks's side. Her eyes would not meet his as she handed it over to him. "You need to clean that blood off and there isn't any toilet paper or towels in the bathroom. I checked." Her voice was flat save for a minor tremor towards the end.




    She could only hold her own for a little bit longer before sniffling. "Who was that? What was that for? We have to go tell someone as soon as you clean up!"

    He gladly took it, rubbing off blood. But it didn't wipe his tears. He put it down, getting up. "That was Gilbert. He represents Prussia. We're in the middle of a war." He whined, rubbing his eyes. "We can't tell anybody!" He said, panic flashing in his eyes.

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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= invisible; borderwidth= 0px; overflow: auto; width: 500px; font-family: verdana; color: --;][justify]Prussia. She was familiar with Julchen, the female representation of the country, but she had never met her male counterpart. Until today. He didn't leave all that great of an impression, but Julchen never had either so this wasn't much of a surprise. She stood up with him, looking back to the door as though she expected the white-haired country to come bursting back into the room at any moment. "But that was terrifying! H-how do we know that he won't come in here while we're asleep or do something like this again?" she pointed out, chewing her bottom lip.

    "We don't." He whimpered. "He does these surprise attacks whenever possible. We just gotta keep the doors locked." He whimpered, locking the door. But suddenly, Poland zoned out for a second. He went to his pink suit case, opened it and grabbed a short, green dress. He loved to cross dress and looked FABULOUS! in any womens clothing. He wandered into the bathroom, locking the door. He put on the dress after getting out of his other clothes. Before he knew it, he heard a camera shutter click. He screamed, turning around to see that Gilbert had taken a picture of him in the dress.

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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= invisible; borderwidth= 0px; overflow: auto; width: 500px; font-family: verdana; color: --;][justify]Toma was sitting on the edge of her bed while Feliks was in the bathroom. She had her knees pulled up and was just beginning to consider trying to sleep again when a scream jolted her from her worried thoughts. "Poland? What's wrong?" She scrambled to her feet and made a rush for the bathroom, hesitating at the door. She doubted it would be all too appreciated if she just went bursting in on him. For all she knew, it could have just been a spider or something that alarmed him.

    "GILBERT! GIVE ME THE CAMERA!" Poland screamed, trying to snatch it. "Ha! Now the whole school while see you wear women's dresses!" Gilbert teased. Poland sat on the floor, crying now. He'd just been beaten up and now his secret was to be spread all over school? How could it get any worse?

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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= invisible; borderwidth= 0px; overflow: auto; width: 500px; font-family: verdana; color: --;][justify]Nope- definitely not a spider. Toma pushed the door open to a sight that was definitely interesting. Feliks was in a dress and crying on the floor while Gilbert stood over him with a camera in his hands. Her dark green eyes narrowed sharply and, in spite of her fear of the cruel country, she rushed to confront him. "Get out of here!" she pleaded, eyeing the camera in his hands. She was tempted to reach for it, to whack it out of his hands so that it would shatter to pieces, but knew that doing so would cause more problems than it would fix.




    "And don't show those pictures to anybody! I mean... D-don't you think it would be a bit dumb? You're in a war, not the first grade." She didn't know why she was even trying to negotiate for Poland. He was obviously going through a lot, and she felt bad for him.

    Gilbert looked at her for a second. He frowned, holding his camera loosely in his hands. He sighed, leaning down to Poland. As quick as a cheetah, He lifted up the bottom of Poland's dress and shoved the camera lens down under his dress and snapped a picture of Poland's privates. He cackled, turning off the Camera and running away.