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"...I wonder if anyone realizes that aside from the Sensei and Berwald, the others in our seminar class come from either the Allies or the Axis nations."

Feliciano tilted his head. "...Si?"

Tino gives his classmate an amused look. "You did learn history in high school, right?"

Feliciano tilted his head to the other side. Tino could almost see the light bulb above his head as it finally clicked for the Italian. "Aaah, from the Second World War. Come to think of it, you're right!"

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"Germany, Germany!"

Ludwig gave Feliciano an annoyed look. "What? And why are you calling me Germany?"

"Guess what! We are the Axis Nations!" Then Feliciano gave him a salute.

To be specific, the Hitler salute.

On retrospection, maybe Tino should have figured that Feliciano would try a stunt like that. It was true that while the Italian wasn't really as stupid as people might thought he was, he was still, err, to put it nicely, somewhat oblivious. So while Feliciano probably deserved that punch on the gut, Tino should have attempted to warn him not to try anything funny.

"He didn't mean bad," Tino tried as they left Feliciano in their seminar room.

"Ach, did he." Ludwig didn't even look convinced for a bit.

* * *

Enrolling in an international college like this was not a bad idea, Tino decided. Granted that he wouldn't have managed to come if Berwald hadn't dragged him across the Earth to this small city in Japan (to date, he still didn't understand why the silent giant did that), but he held no grudge against the Swede.

"'Sup, Tino!" Alfred walked into their dorm's kitchen, half-eaten hamburger in his hand, as usual. "Your husband is looking for ya!"

...He just wished that Berwald would stop referring to him as his wife.

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HETALIA!

* * *

Their floor's RA was a small Japanese name by the name of Honda Kiku, which also happened to be the member of their seminar class. In fact, most of the residents of floor L3 happens to be a member of the seminar (except for Francis who was stuck in L1, the poor guy), so Tino really should have seen it coming.

"Japan, Japan! Huuuuuug!"

"Vargas-san! Nani o! Let me go!"

"Hey, Italy, you're supposed to attack UK, not your own buddy."

"US, you prat!"

"Finlaaaand, do you want to play war too?"

Tino, or now also known to his dormmates as Finland, started to regret ever mentioning about the nation thing to Feliciano.

* * *

"What do you have?"

Alfred peered into the plastic bag he carried into Toris' room. "Beer, wine, vodka, sake, gin, you name it, I have it."

Tino could almost swear he could hear the bottom of Toris' stomach lurching as Ivan smiled brightly. "It's party time."

* * *

On retrospection, it had been a good idea to evacuate to Ludwig's room at the first line of 'KolKolKol' from Ivan. Tino almost pitied Toris who couldn't run away (it was his room anyway), but kind as Toris was, Tino still preferred to have the possibility to see the daylight tomorrow.

But the bad side of the idea was that, now he was stuck with Ludwig, Feliciano, Lovino, and Roderich.

"You potato head! Hands off my brother!"

"Your bruder is the one groping me, you tomato head!"

"You two, be silent! It is already past midnight! Have you two no etiquette, you idiots?!"

Maybe he should go to Berwald's room instead.

* * *

The next morning.

Ivan was his usual self. Toris, Eduard and Raivis looked completely traumatized. Francis threw a tantrum about not being invited. Kiku avoided Heracles completely. Feliciano got a warning from the dorm's security about running around the dorm naked. Ludwig and Arthur refused to get out of their respective rooms.

Tino himself? Oh, he was just fine, thank you. Though he did wonder why Berwald looked at him funny.

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