A/N: Thank you whimsicalMedely! My first review! I super duper appreciate it! Reviews make my day! Also totally ignite the flame to write more. This is a long chapter. Again, sorry if things move fast! Thank you to those who followed and favorited! It's awesome to know I got some readers out there!

The first Student Council Meeting took place on Monday and every following Monday to come until the election in December where a new council would reign for the following year. The following representatives sat on the council winning through either sheer luck or manipulation.

Arthur Kirkland, United Kingdom – Class President

-Gain votes through his vast network within the African, North, and South American country representatives. Motto – Sun Never Sets on Great Britain, Let Me Bring the Sun to World Academy

Francis Bonnefoy, France – Class Vice President

-Secured position through multiple sexual affairs, but truly locked his position when he saved the student body from Arthur's terrible cooking at a campaign event.

Chun Yan Wang, China – Class Treasurer

-Created multiple cheap goods, distributing among the student body for a small cost with a note asking for their vote.

Ivan Braginsky, Russia Federation – Class Communication Chair

-No one is quite certain how he managed to win the race because no one said they voted for him.

Amelia Jones, United States of America – Class Representative

-Threw a huge concert with Rhianna and constantly screamed at people to vote for her.

Ms. Talon, a Belgium older woman who taught World History for too many years and now had too many cats, truly did not understand how any of these children managed to gain a respectable position in the Student Council. From what she had seen in the first ten minutes, she was certain that they were all far too incompetent to accomplish any simple tasks.

Miss Wang currently stood on the table with Miss Jones battling with chopsticks against the American's fork. Mr. Kirkland and Mr. Bonnefoy were entangled on the floor in a disturbing wrestling match while Mr. Braginsky sat there staring into nowhere with a painfully frightening smile on his face. All started with her simple question of "What would you like for dinner?"

The teachers tried to hold a close relationship with the Student Council since they worked together to solve any potential problems. For that reason, Ms. Talon attended the first ten minutes of each meeting to listen to any concern. After which, she would bring such concern to the entire teacher body in order to see if a conclusion can be reached. She sighed and stood up. "I will merely order pizza," she muttered under her breath and left the chaos. She was far too old to be dealing with such childish nonsense.

The door shut and Arthur looked up with his hands still wrapped tightly around Francis' throat. The man was insufferable and made it impossible to get anything done. Insulting his food was uncalled for!

He felt the man raise his hips against him and smirk with a devilish expression. "Mon chere, if you want to strip off my clothes, all you had to do was ask," he chuckled.

Arthur's face paled and he immediately flew off of him like he had touched a hot stove. "You're disgusting," he hissed, fixing his tie and looking around the room. They needed to get to work and Amelia's little sword fight certainly was not productive. "Amelia, sit down," he scolded, moving to his seat, "She has already left, so none of us get to choose the cuisine."

Amelia laughed and hopped off the table. "American food beats Chinese any day!" she gloated to the annoyed looking Chinese girl who was rubbing her shoulder that had been poked with a fork.

Arthur rolled his eyes before taking a seat. "We have quite a few things to discuss today, so it would be quite pleasant if we could converse maturely," he shot Amelia a looked who had already sat back in her chair with her legs up on the desk.

"Can we please get to business, aru? I have an appointment later," the woman said, folding her arms under her chest in annoyance.

Arthur nodded, pulling out his prepared outline. "We have two activities on the books for the upcoming semester that need to be planned accordingly. Our Cultural Homecoming Dance and our class trip to downtown Paris," he stated.

"Oooo! Ooo! Pick me! Pick me!" Amelia shouted, holding her hand up in the air.

The Chinese woman sitting next to her twitched. "American twit," she mumbled under her breath.

Arthur sighed and face palmed, "Amelia, there are only five of us. You do not have to raise your hand."

"Gotcha," she winked at him, causing him to flush slightly. "I got the perfect idea for an awesome dance! We do it on the rooftop of the library and decorate with the prettiest lights and rent fancy and flashy decorations, like red, white, and blue decorations and totally get awesome band! It will be super crazy!"

"Do you realize how much that will cost?" Chun Yan interrupted the rant, "We do have a budget remember."

"Yes, little Amelia, you were quite extravagant at last year's dance. You ran our funds dry," Francis mentioned off handedly, flicking dust off his suit.

"So! Everyone had a blast! It was the talk of the year!" she grinned to ear to ear.

Arthur sat there in thought, remembering last year's dance. It certainly had been the talk of the school for weeks afterwards. Amelia always knew how to throw a party, yet he had to take in consideration Chun Yan's point. They had overspent last year…drastically, causing their budget to be even smaller this year. He took in the idealistic girl, her short hair swaying to side to side with that contagious smile on her face. She could be so stupid, yet it was always hard to deny her anything. He tapped his chin until finally coming to a decision. "We will do a fundraiser for the dance," he announced, "If you can raise the money, Amelia, you can put the dance together as you see fit."

She bounded up from her sit and cheered. "Woo! This is going to be the best!"

"You give her too much leeway. If you want to fuck her, mon ami, merely make a move," Francis whispered into his ear, chuckling under his breath.

Arthur shuffled his papers with a huff at his words. His throat and cheeks turned a dark red, "Shut up, frog," he hissed under his breath. He would kill this man eventually. One day. One day.

"If you feel the need to talk, why not tell us about what has been scheduled for the trip to downtown Paris?" he remarked, feeling smug. Knowing Francis, the man likely had done nothing so far.

Francis smiled, flipping his hair as he stood. "Of course. I have already spoken to my father about the rare opportunities our classmate will get to experience. It shall be a day full of romance," he started, leaving Arthur a bit dumb founded as he went on to explain the multiple activities he had already gotten onto the books. He pouted and turned away as the man went on and on. His eyes scanned the other three members, landing on Amelia who was balancing a pen between her fingers, not listening. Actually, it appeared the only one listening to Francis speech was Francis himself. Chun Yan was on her phone and Ivan was…staring at Amelia.

Arthur's thick brows burrowed together. He took in the larger man with that painfully cheerful smile. He looked like a statue with how he showed no movement. Out of nowhere, the pen Amelia had been playing with hit Ivan hard on the head, yet the man still didn't move.

"Take a picture, it will last longer commie," she snapped at him.

The smile stayed on his face, "I was imagining how pretty your face would appear with tear soaked cheeks. Pretty, da." He nodded to himself. Arthur looked confused as he watched the tension rise. Ivan and Amelia had been growing tenser towards one another, yet it looked like she was legitimately angry. Usually, they seemed to insult each other for mere fun, but her face looked consumed with anger as she stood.

"Come over to here and say that to me, asshole!" she shouted, slamming her hand on the table.

It reminded Arthur of that first day in class and the remark Francis had made. No, she wouldn't. After all, the two had barely said three words to each other in three weeks. Ivan stood with his hands behind his back, walking around the table towards her. "As I spoke earlier. You look pretty when you're broken," he said in a cheerful voice as if discussing the weather.

Arthur noticed the twitch in Amelia's hand and immediately stood. "Enough!" he shouted, "We have actual things we need to get done before we end."

Amelia shot him a glare that actually made Arthur freeze. It was full of hatred that had never been directed in his direction before. Something had happened to make her feel such way. She then pointed at Ivan. "I don't trust him! He's probably working with Ludwig for all we know!" she shouted, poking the Russian in the chest.

Francis was mopping next to his side that his entire speech had been interrupted. He sighed, "Amelia, mon chere, you're acting quite dramatic. I'm certain, Mr. Ivan, has the same intentions as us."

"Since we are on that topic, we should discuss the German's attention to unseat us," Arthur said. His shoulders tensing at the very thought. To think that man thought he could go against them.

"I hardly care about the German. Kiku must pay for what he's done," Chun Yan stated, pronouncing her declaration of war, loud and proud.

"It is still merely a rumor," Francis noted.

"Amelia is correct."

Everyone in the room went stiff and stared at Ivan. Correct and Amelia hardly ever occurred in the same sentence and they especially never left Ivan's mouth. Arthur looked like he had just been pushed into ice water. His body shook in silent fury as he connected the words. Not only was Ludwig running, but he had persuaded the Russian to his side. "WHAT?!"

"I am?" Amelia said confused before her confidence returned, "I mean, of course I am! I told you we couldn't trust him!"

"If I must keep repeating myself, I am supporting Ludwig in the race for President. I will be making my announcement soon," the large Russian smiled.

"That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard! And I'm friends with Amelia, that git spouts nonsense like it was a bloody paying job!" he shouted, "You actually think Ludwig will help you! He will betray you! You remember last year!" Arthur couldn't believe this was happening. He should have been more on top of this. He should have snuffed it out before it could even get started.

"We obviously are getting nothing done. I have more pressing matters to attend," the Chinese woman noted and stood walking to the door.

Arthur huffed and stomped his foot. "You're not even going to tell this man he is being bloody foolish!" he shouted at the small woman.

"Ivan may do what he wants," she stated and left through the door.

Ivan laughed softly. "I believe I will be off as well," he said and Arthur's glare returned to him even though the man seemed to only have eyes for Amelia. He watched as he leaned forward and tapped her on the nose. He could hear him whispering something, but couldn't hear the exact words. He was too close to her.

He stormed over and grabbed Amelia's arm, ripping her away from him. "Get out!" he shouted at him.

Ivan gave them another soft smile before nodding and leaving for the door. Arthur's rage had yet to disappear. His grip still buried tightly into her arm. They wanted a campaign. They wanted a war. Arthur would show them! He would defeat them.

"Iggy, my arm," Amelia said softly.

He flushed and let go of her immediately. "Oh, sorry!" he muttered.

"It's fine," she said under her breath, "I'm going to go. See you later, dude." Her voice was quiet. Before he could even ask her what was wrong, she was gone. What had that Russian said.

"You have chased everyone away, Arthur," Francis said causally in the empty room.

He glared at him. "Don't blame this on me, Frog. We have situation on our hand. We need to wipe them out before they secure anymore votes."

Francis sighed and nodded, "Surprisingly, I agree with you. If they have convinced Mr. Ivan, they likely have convinced others."

Arthur hand turned into a fist. Yes, this was a problem. They should have handled it earlier. He swallowed thickly. He would not lose his presidency.

The door opened and the teacher returned, "I brought everyone pizza." She paused and looked at the room, "Where did everyone go?"

"Oh pizza!" Francis clapped his hands together before wrapping his arm around Arthur's shoulders, "At least we get a free treat, mon ami." He smiled.

Arthur merely gave an exasperated sigh.

Amelia stretched her legs down the hallway, moving quickly after the Russian man. His hot breath still lingered on her ears as the words repeated in her mind.

What would your little English friend think if he knew you had been in my sheets?

She caught up with him quickly, grabbing the sleeve of his suit and jerking him roughly into the nearby restroom. She might be female, but she had unusual strength for a girl. Likely because she challenged her father to multiple arm wrestling matches. She locked the door and turned to face the extremely confused Russian who had almost stumbled and tripped at the surprise jerk. He stabled himself, staring down at her.

"Don't threaten me, Ivan," she stated, her eyes narrowed, "I will match you step to step."

The man in front of her almost appeared to laugh, though she caught the briefest of smirks before it turned into his fake smile. "I did not threaten you. I merely wanted to share a curious thought, yes?" he smiled.

She wasn't buying it. The more she learned of this man, the true cruelty she saw. "I don't like you and I don't think you like me. Just stay out of my way. You mind your business and I'll mind mine, and we can coexist in this school," she said seriously, catching his frown.

"Fine," he stated; his voice less then cheery. "Now, will you please remove yourself from my path."

She stood in front of him. He made her feel so insignificant it drove her mad. Him and his stupid nice suit and stupid scarf. His stupid ashen hair that always strengthened his jawline and features. Stupid. He was stupid. She hated him so much. So what, if he was good competition and challenged her. So what, if he came up to her and tried to get her attention like a kid in elementary school. So what, if he was attractive. So what, if almost every night for the past three weeks she kept falling asleep with images of him on top and underneath her. So fucking what!

She grabbed his tie and yanked his mouth against hers roughly. Her eyes closed and body reacting without her permission. She could feel his form tense for an instant before a spark seemed to take him. He grabbed her waist tightly, pulling her against him, his hand moving up and threading into her hair. He pulled it tightly, pressing their mouths harder together. She fought against his tongue, her heart pounding in her chest, her mind screaming at her to stop, yet her hand traveled and pulled at his shirt. His lips were freezing and cold and she wanted to dive into the snow.

She would have consumed him if not for the sharp reminder of that morning, of him kicking her out. Kicking HER out. She ripped away from his lips, breathing heavily as she removed herself from his arms. "Stay out of my way," she repeated and went to open the door, completely forgetting she locked it and running face first into it. "OW!" she said in pain, rubbing her nose. There went her graceful exit. She glanced back at him, he had a real smile on his face and actually looked to be laughing. It reminded her of that rare moment he had called her sunflower. She shook the thought away. "Don't tell anyone about that either," she huffed and unlocked the door, leaving Ivan a bit dumbfounded.

He had not quite registered what had just occurred. The woman had avoided him for weeks and randomly just kissed him. He touched his lips that seemed to be on fire. She always seemed to run a couple degrees hotter than average while he ran a couple degrees colder.

He needed to stop. He couldn't play this game with her. It was not allowed. She had attractions. She was one of the few people to look him straight in the eyes. She could be humorous in an adorable pathetic way. She had decent traits, but for each trait, she had a horrendous one as well, like her loud mouth and bossy attitude.

He ran his hand threw his hair, clearing his mind. He was late to meet Ludwig. He could not let a silly girl distract him.

Amelia walked into the courtyard, her face flushed as the cool air hit her features. She shouldn't have done that. Stupid, Amelia. Stupid. Why did that big lug have to be so damn kissable? She needed to finish planning Japan's party and other important things, not thinking of his soft smile or the thrill she got when he looked at her.

"Amelia!" she heard the all too familiar English accent behind her. She stopped and waited for the boy to catch up. He looked a bit flustered in his sweater, his blond hair a mess. Wait, her hair. Shit.

She started to brush it into place with her fingers. "Hey Iggy," she responded.

He stopped in front of her, glancing back as if checking to make certain no one was following him. "Sorry, Francis attempted to molest me with pizza," the man shuttered, "Bloody wanker." He then looked at her, his head tilting to the side as she continued to fix her hair. "Are you alright? Did Ivan say something to you?" she heard the concern in his voice.

She felt like she was a kid getting caught with her hand in the cookie jar. She laughed fully, "Bro, I'm fine!" Arthur was her best friend in school. She could trust him with anything, but the topic of the Russian….she just couldn't bring herself to share it with him. He would dramatize it and likely hunt down the man for her in some protective fatherly way.

His lips pursed. She could tell her ruse wasn't very convincing, but Iggy wasn't one to be obnoxiously persistent. "Alright…I…" he paused and glanced at the ground, catching her off guard. She never could really read body language, but something was bothering him. Probably all the stuff with Ludwig.

"What's up?" she asked.

"I..Iwasthinkingwecouldgetdinnertomorrow," he said quickly and with his accent, it sounded like mumbled nonsense.

"What? Dude, you talk like that it's like you're speaking alien," she laughed.

He gave her a deadpan look before scratching the back of his head, his eyes going to the sky. "I was thinking we could get dinner tomorrow," he said clearer, pausing, "You know…to discuss the campaign and items."

She grinned and laughed, "Yay, no problem! Gezz, it almost sounded like you were asking me out on a date." She laughed harder. The idea of Arthur ever wanting to date her seemed absurd. The man constantly nagged and critiqued her. She doubted that he would ever see her in any other way then some obnoxious younger sister.

"Yes..that would be odd," he said with a pathetic smile. "I'll text you then."

"Sounds good!" she smiled, "I'll see you later!" She then turned and ran through the giant court yard, feeling better now that her mind was distracted from that stupid Russian.

Feliks sat in the large couch in the student lounge, playing with bright red tube of lipstick he had stolen off one of the girls. It was like totally his color. "I could like pull off red, right?" he asked Toris holding the tube up to him.

Toris shifted uncomfortably next him. "It would look pretty," he said quietly with a smile at his strange friend.

Feliks smirked. He knew it was his color. He had to wear this totally bland uniform, but got a bunch of flashy ties to make it like fashionable, you know? He continued to roll the lipstick in and out of the tube until a large shadow appeared over him. He looked up and saw a large Russian man in front of him. Huh, what did this loser want?

The student lounge had a decent amount of kids in it. Monday evenings usually meant students were in the lounge or in the library. The lounge had two floors, with groups of tables and chairs. It had a computer area and a game floor upstairs. It even had a bar in the basement that was quite the hip place to be on the weekends. "Loser, you're like a better door then a window," he muttered to the man.

Toris seemed to be shaking next to him. Feliks never liked his poor little Toris shaking like a leaf. Ivan smiled down at him with that creepy stalker smile. "Hello roommate and Feliks, I hope you are enjoying the evening. We would like to talk to you," the man said sweetly. The man had to be some secret criminal or something. You don't get creepy like that just off of genetics.

"Don't like waste my time, loser," Feliks said, ignoring the man and going back to his lipstick only to feel a tight grip on his forearm. He winced as he was yanked from the chair by the tank of a man.

"Nyet, we are going to have a little chat. Say goodbye to Toris. You may not see him again," the man smiled and Feliks looked back at the brunette boy who looked ready to piss his pants.

"Like what the fuck!" Feliks shouted, but was being dragged by the monster man. He struggled in the grip, trying to get away. Like did the guy just pop steroids or shit? The polish boy looked for help, everyone seemed to be looking at them, but no one was coming for assistance. Seriously, people! Like come on! He couldn't fight this brute alone! He was forced onto a new couch and huffed as his arm was finally released. "Do like not have any manners?!" he snapped, straightening his awesome fashionable outfit, even though his tie was crocodile colors. He felt the couch sink as the Russian sat next to him, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. Jesus fuck!

He looked forward and saw the two German boys sitting in the couch across the way. The silver hair one looked a pissed off. "Still don't think we can trust him," the boy said to his brother as he glanced at the Russian, "He's not awesome like me."

Ludwig hushed him and leaned towards Feliks. His elbows on his knees and his hands folding together in thought. "Feliks, I'm running for Student Body President, and I would like your vote."

Feliks gave them all a blank look before outright laughing. "This is like a joke, right? Why the hell would I vote for you and scary?!" he laughed harder, only to feel heavy pressure on his shoulder. "Ow, fuck dude! Like back off!"

The blond German, brought his fingertips to his temple before taking a deep breath. "I will be far more efficient and make changes that will benefit the school. Arthur has only used the position for his own personal benefit," he stated, trying to talk sense to the Polish man.

Feliks scoffed and rolled his eyes, "Dude, I'm not voting for you. I'm Team Arthur all the way. Guy like knows how to throw awesome party. Or it that American chick. Doesn't like matter, but they get fun and like fashionable things done. And like Francis is totally hot, so good luck with all that. Ask someone else."

The gripped in his shoulder tightened. "You misunderstand, we are not asking, da?" the Russian said friendly, causing a shiver to travel straight down his spine. He looked at the three of them, seeing a seriousness that was almost frightening. His eyes escaped to the rest of the lounge. Everyone was looking at them. Like why the fuck weren't they helping! They were like going to let him get run over by this stupid bullies. Like three against one isn't fair!

Gilbert smirked and pulled out his iPad. "Stop acting like a dumbass. You could vote for awesomeness! Or…" he laughed and turned the iPad to him. It was a picture of Feliks in a bright pink dress, yellow hills and full make up. His hair done perfectly, and he was checking himself out in the mirror. It had taken like forever to get that outfit done.

"Like how the hell do you have that picture!" he shouted.

Gilbert snickered, "Doesn't matter how. We got it. Vote for us or we send to Mama and Papa."

Feliks paled considerably. That was totally not cool. His parents were super conservative, always making him wear stuffy boring clothes. They sent him off to this boarder school after they caught him trying on his mom's shoes. If they knew his interest in women clothing had only increased, they would like…totally pull him out. His jaw locked. "Ugh! Kay like I'll vote for you stupid asses."

"Quite good. If you inform anyone of the photo, we will also send it. Understand, da? Please tell everyone of your vote," the Russian stated and let go of Feliks.

Feliks got up quickly, "You guys like totally suck." He then stormed off leaving the three alone.

Ludwig buried his face into his hands. "I do wish it would not come to such drastic measures."

Gilbert patted his brother on the back. "Hey, that's just how it is. Campaigns are dirty, but once you win, you can do all the great stuff!"

Ivan had little patience for such moral dilemmas. Democracy was always a dirty form of government full of propaganda, lies and scandal. He suspected the German would know better. It appeared he did not understand, though he had no interest in explaining. "Ludwig, do not worry yourself with pointless thoughts," he stated standing up from the group. He did not like his brother. The man was almost as obnoxious as Amelia.

"No one asked your opinion!" Gilbert mocked him.

Ivan did not respond to him. "I expect to see you on Tuesday before the game, da?" Ludwig finally pulled his head up from his hands and locked his eyes to his. They did not need to speak words to understand one another. Ivan gave a curt nod in understanding and left the two to themselves.

He caught the whispers and stares as he moved through the longue and smiled to all of them. If only making friends could be easier. How did Amelia make it look so easy?

Amelia had on her American flag pajama bottoms and a batman tee-shirt. She sat cross legged in the girls floor lounge with a pillow wrapped in her arms. Elizabeta had convinced the floor to get together for a night of makeovers and gossiping about boys. She didn't have that many girlfriends. They were always so….girly. But hey, she liked making friends and she needed to invite people to Kiku's surprise party next week!

A blond girl sat next to her. She looked so familiar. Why couldn't she remember her name? She could swear she saw her all the time.

"Hi Amelia, how was the council meeting, eh?" she asked.

Oh, that's right! Her Canadian cousin! "Maddie! Almost didn't recognize you there. Did you do something with your hair?" she asked, poking at the very hair she was discussing.

The Canadian girl hugged her stuff bear tighter at the poking. "No, it's the same just like I told you this morning when you asked," she said softly.

Huh, Amelia did not remember that. Her cousin really could be forgettable at times.

"The meeting was quite pointless," Chun Yan interrupted them, answering the question Amelia had already forgotten.

"Nah, it wasn't that bad! Missed the pizza, which is a total bummer. Actually, I wouldn't mind some ice cream," she said to herself. She loved food.

The room started to fill with girls. For how large the school was, there were only about twenty girls in the grade and a few had decided not to show up tonight. Maria, a nice girl and great dancer from Mexico, sat on her other side telling her about this attractive boy from Peru and how they might go on a date next weekend. Amelia grinned. Maria could get about any boy she wanted with that sexy eye look she always gave. Amelia had tried to do it, but every time it looked like she was having a seizure, which isn't very sexy.

Elizabeta stood up in the circle, her hair up in a bun as she wore a cute pajamas outfit. "Since everyone's pretty much here! I wanted to thank everyone for coming to our first girl's night in. As we all know, there are not very many of us in the school. We have to stick together! Hoes before bros!" she said, wagging her finger around as if the rule needed to be respected then she smiled, "And since we have so many boys to choose from, who has juicy gossip!" She squealed and sat back down. Elizabeta could be super entertaining at times. There were rumors she had installed cameras into all the boys' bathroom and some of the openly gay boys' rooms.

Maddie piped up quietly, "Um..well Gilbert keeps asking me on dates."

"Ohh, he's cute!" a few girl's responded, but Amelia's mouth had dropped open. How did she not know about this? She lived with the girl. Why didn't she tell her? Flashbacks of all their conversations came to mind and slowly Amelia started to realize that all the conversations were mostly her speaking and Maddie nodding in agreement.

"Exciting! Though, girl, be careful. He pulled the same stuff with me last year," Elizabeta mentioned. Slowly, every girl started to tell their stories and who was doing what with who. Amelia found herself laughing and forgetting the drama that kept reappearing in her life, especially when someone said they caught Antonio and Francis in the closet doing unspeakable things.

"Ivan is taking me to a nice restaurant in Paris," Chun Yan said matter of factly and Amelia found the wind taken right from her.

"That is unusually sweet," a girl from Vietnam said, tilting her head.

"I think it's cute!" Natalie, a Belgium girl said. "It's about time that handsome fellow softened out a bit."

"He has always been very kind to me," she stated, "Though he occasionally surprises me in my room, which is can be strange. He will pop up behind my giant Panda doll."

Amelia jaw locked. Sweet? Ivan? The man was a jerk!

"Have you had sex?" Elizabeta asked, her brows dancing on her face in curiosity.

Amelia found herself leaning closer. He's probably fucks whoever he wants. Big fat jerk!

"No, not yet. Only the occasional kiss. He has been quite polite," she stated.

Elizabeta whistled, "You have to tell us when you do! He screams rough intense sex to me. It's probably sweaty and hot and sticky…"

Natalie threw a pillow at her face. "Ew, hold yourself in, girl."

Amelia found herself relaxing, but her mind was already drifting back to that night…to today. The force behind his action, the intensity. Stop it! Wait, why is everyone staring at her? She looked at the girl's confused. Had she said something aloud? "Uh what?" she asked

All the girl's rolled their eyes. It was fairly normal for Amelia not to be listening. "What about you, Amelia? Any boys?" Natalie repeated.

Amelia smiled awkwardly, flushing and picking at her pants. "Uh…well…" she started. She couldn't talk about Ivan. That would be flat out admitted she had been stupid and gotten used like an idiot, and Amelia was no idiot. "Not really, I mean I just got friends." She laughed, rubbing the back of her head.

"What about Arthur? You two always seem so close. I know Francis is hoping he is secretly in the closet, but fairly certain he has a crush on you," Elizabeta smirked.

Amelia laughed again. "Arthur? Nah, he sees me as his sister," she said. Arthur was definitely her best friend, and yay, if she was being honest with herself, there are always points she thinks they could work, but then he gets mad at her and chases her around like they are playing tag.

"He's really hot," the small girl from Taiwan said to the group. A few girls chuckled and nodded while other disagreed.

Amelia felt stunned for the second time tonight. Iggy, hot? She imagined his thin frame in his somewhat tack clothing. He likely had muscles underneath his clothes. She could see him slowly pulling off his shirt and revealing his smooth chest. She suspected there was a tattoo. She had caught a glimpse of one when he had reached up to grab something from the top shelf. It was right on his hip bone, his hip bone that would go lower. Her face became red as her mind went elsewhere.

"If you don't want him, Amelia, can you put in a good word for me," the Taiwan girl asked sweetly.

Amelia coughed, feeling uncomfortable with this new thought. "Sure, yay, dude," she responded. The conversation went elsewhere, yet her mind stayed focus on his fingers idly undoing the button of his pants.

She didn't perk up until she heard Arlene, a Pilipino with a beautiful round face and a short haircut speak up. "I would like to get to know Kiku better. He has been talking to me recently," she said slightly embarrassed.

Kiku, yes! "I'm throwing Kiku a surprise party next weekend! Ya'll should totally come! I could be matchmaker and set you up!" she said thrilled, feeling like a super hero, giving love to all!

"That sounds fun! I'm in!" Elizabeta said, which joined by others, including Arlene. Amelia liked Arlene. They had gotten closer at the end of last year, and if she could set up two of her friends, even better!

Success! Cupid should give me a metal.

The girl's night continued into karaoke and spiked hot chocolate. Some did each other's make up and others continued to chat about how they planned to seduce boys. Amelia had belted it out on a Lady Gaga song. She finished, giggling from the warm feeling of the alcohol traced hot chocolate. Her mind kept going back to Iggy and Ivan. Ivan obviously like Chun Yan. Good for him! He could have fun with the uptight Chinese woman.

Did Iggy really like her? Hmm.

She left the lounge in her socks and snuck to the bottom floor. Technically, everyone was supposed to be in their dorms by nine o'clock on school nights. It was ten, so it wasn't that late. She went outside into the courtyard, glancing to see if any staff was patrolling the area. All she saw was the grassy lawn and the familiar statue. She really should go back to bed, but she kept thinking about what had been said. She felt a pang at the idea of Chun Yan and Ivan dating. Why didn't she have a boyfriend? Sure, she had a lot of boy friends, but she didn't have a boyfriend.

She scurried across the lawn to the boy dormitory, a few lights were on, but most were off. People either sleeping or studying. She snuck into the room, feeling like a spy as she pressed herself against walls and avoided anyone walking in the halls. She eventually got to his door and knocked.

She heard a groan on the other side and a light switching on. "Francis, I told you, I'm not interested in your dramatic French movie," the Englishmen mumbled out as the door unlocked and opened it.

She waved her fingers at him and smiled. "Nope, no Frenchman here. Can I come in?"

He looked like he went into shock. He stood in the doorway with a dumbfounded expression before his eyes narrowed. "Amelia, it's past curfew. What are you doing here?" he scolded.

"I..," she paused, pressing her lips together. What was she doing here? It started to seem a bit silly now. "We were having girl night and chatting and there was hot chocolate and singing."

Arthur tapped his foot impatiently, not understanding the nonsense coming from her lips. "Come in, then," he said, giving up, "If you stand out there you might get caught."

She gave him a nervous smile and came in, noticing his roommate was missing from the room. Arthur caught her gaze. "He's likely passed out in the floor lounge. He takes naps all the time," he said offhandedly, shutting the door behind her. He then looked at her again with that judgmental look he always had a talent of giving her. "Why are you here?" he asked again.

She poked her index fingers together in thought.

The truth was that I lost my virginity to Ivan a couple weeks ago only to be kicked out the next morning like some random booty call. My close male friend, Kiku, is completely avoiding me. I decided to play tongue hockey with the first jerk again only to realize once more that he held no feelings for me and rather for a particular Asian. And all my friends seemed to have potential boyfriends lined up, and no one seems to like me and they mentioned how cute you are, which to be honest, you are cute, you are actually kind of hot. And in some weird way, I didn't want to think about Ivan, or Kiku, or the elections, or student body. I just wanted to be near my friend because you're always there. And the hot chocolate was really good.

But she couldn't say any of that to him. She looked up at his confused and worried green eyes. Fuck it.

She leaned forward and pressed her lips softly to his.