Lovino and Feliciano walked up to the doors of their new school with two completely different sets of thoughts in their minds. Feliciano was chattering on and on in that high pitched, squeaky voice that, once they realised that he was in fact a boy, girls always fawned over him for, because they said he sounded like a sweet little puppy, or whatever. Lovino, however, walked grimly, keeping his head down, and brown hair covering his face, bracing himself. He remembered all the stories he had read about how in junior high everyone did drugs and smoked and drank and how they would always bully you. Feliciano had also read those books, but he was the more optimistic one, and assured Lovino that this would be different, since it was a boarding school and they would be living there for the next nine months.

"Don't worry fratello~, this is supposed to be a great school, no one will bother us!" Feliciano sang, skipping excitedly, making his auburn hair and one out of place curl bounce wildly. Like anyone would want to bully Feli, but maybe there was? Neither of them had any experience with any of this. He was dragging his suitcase behind him, and was singing and laughing and acting like a cute eight year old.

Meanwhile, Lovino was skulking a few steps behind, glancing around and only focusing on anything specifically when a pretty girl passed, which, he noted bitterly, there really wasn't that many. He was about an inch taller than Feliciano, and a year older, but he hadn't ever been to real school, since he was homeschooled, until his grandfather got into his stupid head he should go to some high-end world-wide boarding school for rich snobs. He scowled at the glances other kids gave to the two brothers, one who looked like he was on cloud nine, the other like he was planning how to murder everyone in a hundred mile radius.

At the registration table an older kid sat there and smiled at them in a friendly way that sent a buzzing feeling up and down Lovino's spine. "Hola! I am Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, a freshman here! What are your names?"

"Hold up a moment, bastard. What the hell do you mean you're a freshman? Isn't this a junior high?" Lovino demanded, wondering why his grandfather left out that detail.

Antonio just smiled, not even fazed by Lovino's foul mouth, and laughed, bright green eyes shining. "Didn't you know? This is a boarding school that has seventh through twelfth grade! It would be a very small school if we didn't expand the age after all! So, what is your name?"

"L-lovino Vargas."

"Ahhh yes, here you are, Lovino Vargas. Here is your name tag, Lovi~"

The smaller Italian piped up, singing, "and I'm Feliciano Vargas!"

The Spanish boy seemed to notice Feliciano for the first time, which was unusual because he always stuck out more. "Oh, sí, you must be brothers, correct?"

"Isn't it fricking obvious?" Asked Lovino, who was seriously starting to wonder if this guy was just really stupid, even though, for some reason, Lovino couldn't take his eyes off of his tanned face. This guy looked...familiar. Lovino could've sworn he had known him from somewhere. But, that was very unlikely, that they would completely coincidentally get into the same school, that Lovino would recognise him, out of the many people he had seen in his life. It was pretty much impossible that he would meet Spain here of all places and recognise him, after all, he had just met- wait. Why had he just called Antonio "Spain"? He must just be going insane.

Antonio seemed to actually take the question on if it was obvious they were related seriously, and said, after a moment deep in thought, "yes, you have the same hair curl, though on different sides of your heads, and such, are you twins?"

"No, you idiot! I am a year older then this twelve year old baby!"

"So, you are only a year younger than me?"

"A-a-ahh, yes," Lovino stuttered, feeling very uncomfortable under the other boys cheerful gaze, and even more so because it felt so familiar.

Before anything else could happen, another guy came up, one with a hood pulled over his head and oversized sunglasses. "Antonio, vhat are you doing talking to zhese loser kids?" He said, in a really thick German accent.

"Hey! Who are you calling a loser, you freaking bastard!" Shrieked Lovino. "I'm out of here, come on, Feliciano!"

"Adios~ your class and room info is in that pamphlet~!" Sang Antonio, cheerfully.

"Stupid bastard," Lovino cursed under his breath, dragging Feliciano with him. But, even if he was an idiot, something about that guy made Lovino feel like blushing harder, though he was able to cover it with a deep scowl.

As he marched away, he decided to glance at the pamphlet to see who his roommate was. And then he glanced again. And again. Oh, hell no. That can't be right. What the hell?!

"What is it Lovi? What is your roommate's name?" Sang Feliciano, noticing that the only expression on Lovino's typically scowling face was actually shock. He looked completely stunned, and his hand went slack on Feliciano's wrist.

"A-Antonio Fernandez Carriedo," he whispered.

Feliciano smiled hugely and asked, "that nice guy back there?"

"No, dammit, another one," he said sarcastically. "Just shut it, bastard, who did you get?" And Lovino changed the subject quickly, and continued marching.

Feliciano's eyes lit up as he read his information.

"Ludwig Beil- something or other," then he looked mildly puzzled over something. "Why- what? I know that name from somewhere..."

"Whatever, idiot." And Lovino marched off to find his room with his younger brother trotting after. Of course. It was just Lovino's luck to get stuck with that hot, strangely familiar, bastard. Not that it meant anything. He was just acknowledging that the Spanish guy might, potentially, in some RANDOM person's opinion, be considered physically attractive. No, not Lovino's. And he was not blushing because he was thinking about him, it was because Feliciano was being an idiot. Don't even think that there might be another reason. He wasn't some love sick high school girl. He was a perfectly manly (and maybe slightly hormonal), thirteen year old boy.

Matthew and Alfred went to work exploring the school. Well, it was more like Alfred was dragging his cousin around the school while matthew complained that they should probably go find their rooms first. It was starting to hurt, being dragged by his wrist and being forced to nearly run. Finally, Alfred got tired of running around through crowded halls, and admitted defeat.

"So, we have different rooms, and I share mine with some guy named Gilbert, he is a freshman, so that's scary, and you share yours with an eighth grade kid named Arthur. Apparently, they don't mind you being in a room with someone older than you," Matthew said quietly, as he followed his cousin down the halls to where the rooms were.

"Okay, but listen, Mattie, if your roommate or anyone ever bugs you, remember, I will always save you, after all, I am the hero!" Declared Alfred, and Matthew just nodded, remembering how many times he had been bullied and made fun of for carrying around Kumajiro, his plush polar bear, because no one understood that that was his one reminder of his parents. Hell, even teachers mocked him for being a twelve year old and still inseparable from his stuffed animal. It had been fine until he was ten, because people just thought it was sort of cute for a little kid to have a stuffed animal, but once you hit double digits it becomes childish and immature. And girly. Matthew had been called girly and gay since a year or two ago. It didn't help that Mattew was sort of feminine looking, what with being slim and (there was no better way to describe it) curvy and only lightly muscled from casual hockey playing, and having large blue, almost purple, eyes. But, Alfred always was nice and tried to defend him from bullies, and helped him, even if it was murder to his popularity and led to some actual fights.

"Hey, look! This is my room!" Shouted Alfred, then he immediately shoved the door open and ran in, dancing around the room happily. Matthew sighed, but walked in because he was curious nonetheless. It didn't look too bad, the room was slightly larger then bedroom at home, and there was a bathroom that he would have to share, but it did look plenty nice. It did have a few things that was not like the room they had shared for years. It had a tv and a table pressed against the wall probably for working on and a mini fridge for some reason. Alfred was busily hanging up his posters on what Matthew guess he had claimed as his side of the room. There were sports posters, and a new assortment of anime and manga posters, which had recently become an obsession of both of theirs, marvel comic posters, sports posters, and video game posters.

Matthew walked over, and began helping him hang up Pokemon, Attack On Titan, Captain America, Iron Man, aliens, Deathnote, football (american), baseball, and minecraft posters. After all of that was finished, he spread out his US flag bedspread, and put away all his stuff. "Come on, now it's my turn," Matthew whined, eager to get to his room.

Alfred just glanced at him, suddenly looking kind of concerned. "Hey, Mattie, why isn't my roommate here yet? Do you think sometimes thing happened to him?"

The other boy rolled his eyes and responded, "fine, you can wait for him, and I'll go by myself to get my room set up."

After Alfred had thanked him way more than was necessary and Matthew politely said it was no problem, the smaller one walked off down the hall to his room. Matthew wondered what his roommate would be like. Apparently, his name was Gilbert Beilschmidt, and he was two years older than Matthew, which was really intimidating. Matthew decided that if he was a total jerk, he would just camp out in Alfred's room sometimes or something. Finally, he got to his new room, and pushed open the door.

Matthew was shocked, mostly because one half of the room looked like someone had lived there for years, though very clean, and the guy sitting on the bed had an iPod out that was blaring rock music, while he sat rocking out with an air guitar, a hood pulled over his head and oversized sunglasses on his pale face. Matthew slammed his hands over his ears and tried to politely ask, "are you Gilbert?" But Matthew guessed he couldn't here him, since he paused the music.

"Let me guess, you are here to buy some weed. Sorry, dude, not selling on the moving in day," he said, and laughed while Matthew stuttered desperately trying to tell the boy in the sunglasses that he was his roommate, and was pretty much panicking over the idea that the person he was living with for the next few months did drugs. "No reason to freak, kid. Don't worry, I don't take or sell those stupid drugs. West would have me thrown in jail, and it is not worth ruining my awesome future just for the sake of getting stoned. No, you gotta be Matthew Williams, my new sevie roommate. Hey, I saw you running around earlier, being dragged around by some kid in a bomber jacket. He your brother or something, Teddy Bear?"

"Wh-what do you mean, calling me Teddy Bear?" Matthew whispered.

He half smiled, more gently then before, and just said, "you look like one, plus you've got a polar bear in your arms. So, is the kid your brother? Or just some stupid bully that I need to straighten out for screwing with my sevie?" He said that completely seriously, so Matthew cleared up really fast that Alfred was his cousin who he had lived with for the past four years.

Then, Gilbert told Matthew to get his butt in there and unpack his stuff so they could "play truth or dare or some other girly crap to get to know each other", so Matthew went in and started unpacking my clothes. After a few minutes just watching him, Gilbert sighed and stood up, and started helping the twelve year old. He helped Matthew put pictures up on his wall, of scenes from Canada when his parents had decided to show Matthew the whole country when he was seven, of his family, of Matthew and Alfred, and put his few posters of books and anime up. Then Matthew spread out his red and white canada flag bedspread and put his books on the book case, and was finished.

"All right! We did it! Come on, let's go eat dinner and then we can do stereotypical sleep over things!" And with that Gilbert led Matthew out the room.