[EVENT 1] Welcome to the opening ceremony!

[prof_pangea]

Who: All students
Where: Hetalia U Sports Auditorium then the football field
When: A few days before classes officially begin
What: Opening ceremony and mingle time!
Can other people participate? Of course!
Summary: It's that time of the year again. New students may look forward to it, old students almost always dread it, but it's still mandatory:

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[beau_bonnefoy]

Francis sat in the back of the auditorium, reclined exaggeratedly with an arm over the back of the chairs to his left and right. To each side sat two cute little numbers whose names Francis failed to remember. Such things were trivial, anyway. They were all the same when it came down to it.

He sighed and stared at the ceiling in boredom whilst playing with the silky brown hair belonging to the girl to his left. When will this guy shut up? Opening ceremonies were always so boring, but this year he was more antsy than usual. Having only just returned from a lovely vacation in Marseilles, he hadn't had time to catch up on fundamental things, such as gossip and harassing Arthur.

Francis did not have to be told twice--as soon as they were dismissed, he was out the door, not even caring enough to see if his new potential toys were with him. There were more important things! Like good wine, hopefully. Beer would be okay, given it wasn't American, but really, wine by far surpassed any type of beer.

Francis didn't make a beeline for the drinks table upon reaching the picnic area as he would have liked. No, that wouldn't have been very elegant, and he would have appeared to be an alcoholic. And Francis wasn't an alcoholic; he was French, not English. Rather, he made his way casually, greeting unimportant classmates and exchanging meaningless pleasantries.

Upon reaching the drinks table, Francis nearly crooned, spying a lovely bottle of wine from Bordeaux. That region simply made the best red wine! It didn't even matter what type of meal was served with it, if any.

Pouring himself a generous portion that wasn't excessive, he stepped away from the drinks table and sipped his wine, waiting for people to flock to him.

[reverie_iggy]

Arthur Kirkland had never been a man to simply enjoy mingling with other people. He preferred the seclusion of his dorm room more than anything else, but he very well knew that he would simply not be allowed to do this. His calculating emerald gaze swept over the students shoved together in the auditorium, their eyes either focusing on the professor in the front, off to the side, or on the ground. The student's hushed whispers all around him began to grate on Arthur's nerves and it was never too difficult to make the Brit snap. He was constantly waiting for an opportunity to let his anger loose, to twist those kid's oh so confident egos until there was nothing more of them. The young seemed to have no respect towards anyone these days, it was truly a shame.

There were a few familiar faces among the crowd, though most went unfamiliar to Arthur. Not as if he even cared about socializing with them. After the lecture was done, a repeated lecture that he heard each beginning of the year, the British student rose from his seat and began to walk out of the door. As much as he desired for a nice drink of rum or some alcoholic beverage, Arthur wanted to leave a good impression on whoever. He did not want to appear to be that reckless drunk that he truly was inside, so as he stepped into the picnic area, he made sure to gaze away from the alcohol.

Instead, Arthur made his way to the table that held so many different foods and drinks. Placing a few foods that caught his interest on his late and surprisingly got a non-alcoholic drink. Looking around for a place to sit, the fourth year student wandered around aimlessly, trying to find a suitable place that was not cluttered with younger students. Arthur could not help but sneer in disgust when he caught sight of Francis, a man he knew much too well for his own sanity. Hopefully he was not seen so he could tactfully escape from possibly encountering the French man.

[beau_bonnefoy]

Francis scanned the developing crowd for a moment before settling his gaze upon the fine ass of a blond a few metres away. He found that he was partial to blonds--but of course, he was blond himself, and anything reminiscent to himself was a turn-on. Naturally, he was interested in those who weren't blond as well, given they were aesthetically pleasing.

When Francis allowed himself to tear his eyes away from the scrumptious ass, he caught sight of a familiar pair of walking eyebrows. It was obvious the Englishman was trying to avoid him, so for the moment Francis pretended he didn't notice him. The last thing he wanted was for Arthur have one of his ridiculous temper tantrums. He could easily foresee how such a thing would result--red wine would be spilled on his expensive white blouse. And Francis would be none too pleased of it. Red wine was impossible to get out of white, and aside from that, Francis had yet to unpack and that would make the whole situation even more troublesome. Which reminded him...

He didn't know if he had a roommate or not. When he had moved his luggage into room 206 of the Franz Joseph I building, he noticed the paper hung by the door with his name on it, and didn't recall seeing anyone else's, nor did he notice anything in the dorm room that didn't look like it had already been there. Perhaps he didn't have a roommate this semester. That would be sad...last year, his previous roommate requested a room reassignment not even a week into the semester. And said person had the gall to use Francis himself as the reason for moving to a different dorm! And I had been nothing but nice to him. He frowned slightly at this recollection before pushing it from his mind.

Finishing his wine, Francis discarded the glass and decided it was time to visit with Arthur. Working his way through the crowd, he approached the Englishman. "Sourcils? It that you? I hardly recognized you; your eyebrows doubled in size!"

[reverie_iggy]

Arthur could already foresee that this next year in Hetalia U would not be as. . . enjoyable as he was hoping for. While he did have his dorm room all to himself for the moment, he could not be certain that this will persist for long. He hoped it did though, but it was a lost hope. Arthur's luck had run too long in the university when it came to dorm rooms, never having to room with any other student. If this was the case, then the British male would never of had the privilege of being considered as one of the most socially inept students in the university. Who was to blame him though? Almost everyone in here were out of their bloody minds, with only a few exceptions hidden amongst the metaphorical lines. His classes were not atrocious, but he did have that horrid American Prose class that Alfred somehow eased him into taking. He did not want to read that pathetic excuse of literature and Arthur was to blame for this as well, he was the one who was much too easily persuaded. He will just have to step up his stinginess later.

Sitting down in a suitable spot, for Arthur had never been too big on standing for lengthy periods of time especially with food in hand, the Englishman began to silently eat his food. While pushing through the crowd, he noticed that Francis had not started to push through the crowd to specifically head for him. Why should he? The bloody wine bastard was probably too busy trying to flaunt with any person who had even the mild semblance of beauty. Unluckily for Arthur though, said French man had taken him by surprise as he snuck towards him. Spilling a few drops of the non-alcoholic beverage on his sleeve, the British male shifted his gaze from his food to Francis with a scowl adorning his lips.

"Already onto the insults, I see." Arthur murmured distastefully,feeling his irritation already rise simply at the statement. There was nothing wrong with his eyebrows, they were just slightly thicker than others. Instead of snapping like he normally did, the shorter blond managed to keep his temper in check as he took another sip of his drink. "Little less is expected from you, how displeasing."

[beau_bonnefoy]

"Insults? I don't know what you're talking about. I'm merely telling you the truth from the goodness of my heart, chéri." Francis smiled and ran a hand through his hair before sitting beside the Englishman. He knew fully well that this non aggressive act would infuriate Arthur more than something like a punch to the face.

Francis people-watched for a moment before looking back at the Englishman. "You really should be more polite, Sourcils. I'm going out of my way to try to improve your well-being and make you a little less hard on the eyes, and this is how you treat me!" He sighed exaggeratedly and feigned hurt. He was constantly trying to get Arthur to something about those dreadful eyebrows. "That isn't gentlemanly at all." He clicked his tongue and continued. "What's going to happen once that attitude of yours drives me off? You'll be friendless."

[reverie_iggy]

Arthur stared at Francis from his peripheral vision, emerald eyes calculating the Frenchman with a downturn of his lips. Oh how bloody wonderful this day will be. Barely out of the auditorium and he already had the privilege to see a long time acquaintance. Arthur would rather keep their relationship as such, stating that he was one of the people that he disliked would simply give Francis encouragement as well as claiming as if they were friends. He would rather much stay neutral in all of this, though the other man had the ability to easily grate at his nerves. This is one of those times.

"Oh, so you are telling me that my natural appearances are not that of a gentleman?" He muttered, making a soft sound of dissatisfaction as he tapped his finger against the table. Why did Francis insist on sitting right next to him? Did he have no one else to have pester with his presence. . . or seduce as the other would so call it? Arthur would not even come close to doing something about his eyebrows, they were a part of him, something that represented him even as a negative feature. "You have the nerve to call us friends?" Arthur questioned, tone sharp as he took another sip from his drink. "Last time I checked, we were far from such relationships."

[beau_bonnefoy]

Francis smiled broadly and touched Arthur's wrist in a manner that could easily be misconstrued as loving. "Mais, ami, we have known each other since we were in diapers. We attended school together, did activities outside of school together. We even had sleepovers." He didn't bother mentioning that such events were done out of convenience for their parents. Francis remembered throwing countless tantrums whenever it was decided that Arthur would spend the night or vice-versa. "And look at us now--we attend the same university, and we still spend so much time together. I'll even bet that you signed up for the same courses I did."

He leaned over, covering Arthur's hand with his, entwining their fingers. With only centimetres separating his lips from the Englishman's ear, Francis lowered his voice to a husky whisper. "If that does not a friendship, pray tell, what kind of relationship do we have?"

[reverie_iggy]

If there was one attribute about Arthur that he had the privilege to have, or maybe to his own disdain, it was his memory. He could vividly imagine many moments throughout his childhood, both good and bad. While most of the time, these memories would only prove to motivate Arthur to get pissing drunk, it also helped him remember the reasons as to why these events happened in the past. So, as his reply, the Englishman's lips twitched down into his infamous scowl, eyes flickering with annoyance.

"If you have failed to forget." He murmured, looking down at their entwined fingers nonchalantly. Arthur learned over the years to not react too drastically when Francis would do this, it was a part of him, to his displeasure. So when the long haired blond man whispered into his ear, Arthur simply ignored it. "We attended school together, did activities outside of it, and even had sleepovers because of our parents. I assure you that if it was not for our families, I would have never even considered such things in the past." He murmured.

Squeezing Francis' hand a little too harshly then he inteded it to be, not that he truly minded, Arthur finally pulled his hand away from the other. Why should he consider them as friends in the past, nonetheless now? All Francis did when they were younger was put glue in his hair and other small terrors that would probably irritate him even now. "As for this university, I would have been a bloody bloke to have refused it. Now that was purely coincidence." Arthur paused for a moment to take the finishing sip of his drink. "And it is not as if I chose for us to spend time with one another. You seem to enjoy clinging onto me, such as now."

Arthur closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, feeling the upcoming migraine approaching at alarming rates. "I would not call this friendship, I prefer to say that this was a forced relationship or one sided 'affection'. Simply long time classmates may suffice." Arthur finished, deciding to spend his time now to stare at the other students as they mingled with one another, suddenly wishing that he was in one of their positions.

[beau_bonnefoy]

Francis smiles sweetly. Irritating Arthur was so entertaining. He always reacted just the way Francis wanted him to, and the Frenchman didn't even have to try hard to induce these reactions. "That's not how I remember it. We used to have so much fun together." He nuzzled the side of the Englishman's neck before he continued. "You've always denied things, so it's not so surprising..."

Francis wasn't fazed when Arthur jerked his hand away. It simply amused him, especially the squeeze. (That action so betrayed the 'I hate you' act he was trying to pull!) He had a feeling his amusement was about to end with Arthur, so he made the best of the few moments that remained before the Englishman snapped.

With his hand now free, he gently grabbed the Englishman's chin and forced him to look at him. He pressed a chaste kiss to Arthur's lips before casually scooting away. "You'll even deny that you liked that, but I know you did, mon amour."

[reverie_iggy]

Arthur leaned away from Francis when he began to nuzzle into his neck and he could not help but make a soft grunt in warning. His patience was wearing down more quickly than he anticipated, dwindling down until it was nothing more than just metaphorical dust in the air. While Arthur tended to deny many things, such as the fact that he was truly a punk deep inside though he hid it under a facade as a gentleman, this was one of the things that was quite true to his heart. Francis' and Arthur's definition of fun varied drastically and his childhood was nothing but horrors and pranks being played. Of course he was not always this pathetic, most definitely not.

One thing about Arthur though that was a common false perception of him was the idea of him being a blushing, stuttering, and submissive man. That if there was something that flustered him, he would simply just stand there and do nothing. This was certainly not the case and Arthur very well proved it when Francis pressed a short kiss on his lips. At first, he had no idea what to say, just simply at a loss of words from the surprising action. Well, not so surprising, yet this was the first time that the Frenchman attempted such a thing.

Standing up abruptly from his spot, Arthur grasped the top of Francis' shirt and yanked him up oh so close to him. His fingers clenched angrily into the other's shirt as his intense green eyes narrowed, eyebrows furrowing in obvious disgust. Arthur knew that he found the kiss pleasing, not because of who he was kissing but rather just the other's skill. One would be mad to not enjoy it, but the Englishman was not amused with Francis' antics.

"Do that again and I will be more uncivilized than I am being now. I will not make this year fun for you, I had fucking enough of being one of your source of entertainment. This simply just stepped over the line, so belt up and make better use of yourself than just a sexual deviant." He whispered harshly before letting go of the other's collar with a rough push. Arthur knew Francis was already a lost hope, but sometimes he had to get rid of his frustrations. He would rather not be violent at the moment though, for this was such a public place and disaster could easily stir up from this, but truly had the urge to slam his fist into the other's face and leave him with a black eye and a bloody nose.

Unluckily, he could do no such thing in front of all of these people. Arthur glanced over at the other with a narrowed stare. No matter how much he wanted to do so.

[beau_bonnefoy]

Arthur couldn't have played more beautifully into Francis's hands! It took everything Francis had to not laugh in his face right there. Wait, what was stopping him? Nothing! He let his lovely voice ring out into a soft chuckle. "Whatever you say, mon ami. I have a feeling regardless of what you do, this year will be quite enjoyable."

He knew it was time to back off unless he wanted to get his face punched in. And even though fighting with Arthur was almost as fun as this was, the Frenchman wasn't too keen on getting his precious face bruised and bloodied. He gave the Englishman his bedroom eyes and purred a sweet 'I'll be seeing you' before walking off to find someone else to play with.

[ricotomato]

Antonio didn't pay attention to the world around him most of the time. He just lives his life, without bothering anyone and hoped anybody would bother him either. He didn't even realize when something was wrong unless the sings were very, very clear. He was kind of a KY, unable to read the atmosphere.

He wasn't paying real attention to the people, just doing his work with a bright smile and humming a Spanish song that never failed to cheer him up to himself.

"Y eso es lo que quiero, besos, que todas las mañanas me despierten beeesos..."

Ah, it was such a beautiful day today. The new students seemed to be nice, there were some cute additions (there was this shivering little guy that was specially cute! And what about the oe with the headphones? Baww...) and he was sure he would be able to have a few laughs with his old friends.

That was when he noticed Francis. He grinned and was about to jump onto him when... he noticed the other one there. Arthur... he didn't like the guy. Not one little bit, he was so mean with him! Even if he was cute. He seemed to be fighting with his hermano, like they always did. He would never understand why did Francis even bother with him, he was so grumpy...

.... oh hey. Did he just?... And did the other...?

Oh my. Oh my oh my... that kiss was so cute! And bawww Arthur was all red. And he grabbed Francis by the shirt... why so eager? He knew Francis was so good in bed but there was no need to drag him, Antonio thought. Arthur must like my Hermano a lot... He came from the country of passion! He knew about those things.

He turned around when he thought Arthur was going to kiss Francis again.

He automatically picked his mobile and dialed Gilbert's number. They made a cute pairing! So everybody ought to know they were together. He was sure Francis would thank him later!

He thought Francis could do better than... that... pirate. Oh well...

[ichbin_preussen]

Somewhere far across the crowd of students, obnoxiously loud rock music came vibrating up and out of a pants pocket. Only a few steps away from the drink table with his new beer in hand and - unknowingly - minutes from disaster, Gilbert let the ring tone play through, dancing to the music. He knew just about how many rings whoever was on the other end would hear about midways the song, and waited that long to dig his phone out.

A thumb swiped across the front screen, lighting the name up on the display. Huh..Antonio calling him wasn't all that strange. But he hadn't seen the other boy at all during the assembly. Was he even on campus yet? Of course, he had to be...so why hadn't Gilbert found a pair of skinny arms squeezing the breath out of his lungs yet? Gilbert shrugged, flipped the phone open, and practically sang out a greeting: "Antonio~!"

[ricotomato]

Antonio waited patiently for Gilbert to answer the phone. One tone, two tones...thre-hey, were was Gilbert...? He began to worry. He had newssss (he would probably forget if he didn't tell them asap). He knew he had to be there. I twas the day of the opening ceremony!... and there was food. Gilbert never said no to free food... well, who did? You should never reject something fre-

Oh, he had answered...

GILBERT~~!

That overdone greeting was accompanied by waving even if Gilbert wasn't able to see it through the phone. Some nerby students turned around curiously, arching an eyebrow at the weird young janitor, but soon stoped paying attention to him and kept with their conversations while eating.

He scratched his head while speaking: "Where are you?! I haven't seen you in forever!" Also known as two days.

"I'm woooorking, did you know I'm the janitor? Yes you did. It's so cool! I'm like the boss, everybody should respect me... " he played with the broom while talking, á la singing in the rain.

"It's boring though, everybody is eating and talking and nobody cares about keeping the things they I just cleaned... well, clean! So not cute, I have extra work with so many people... have ou checked the freshmen? I'm sure you have, there are some bery cute ones this year an- " he facepalmed when he remembered the reason of this phone call "ALSO! I have goooooooood news! Heeee you're gonna be so happy when you hear them. AND I'M THE FIRST ONE THAT WILL TELL YOU, REMEMBER THAT! I'm not always the last one to notice things, I'm not THAT thickheaded! You should tell Lovino... by the way, have you seen him? I haven't! I haven't seen Felicianito either... where are they? Ah, I wanna see my cute italians. 'cause they are SO cute, did you know?..."

Antonio will keep babling for hours if Gilbert didn't stop him. Just saying.

[ichbin_preussen]

The first half of Antonio's amped-up ramblefest, Gilbert missed because he had taken the phone away from his ear and was staring at it, wondering when it was going to start leaking rainbows and glitter, and if his ear would ever recover. But he smiled through the pain. It was nice hearing Antonio's voice again, even magnified as it was. The semester break hadn't gone well for him and though they'd seen each other barely two days ago, the familiarity was a comfort.

He let Antonio continue his story-telling for awhile, interjecting the occasional 'uh huh' and 'wow, really?' whenever he could, just because it was cute hearing him all excited. By the time he got to the part about the Italies, though, Gilbert had to speak over him. "A-Antonio, Antonio..I'm really glad to hear you like your new job. And no, I haven't seen Lovino or Feliciano, but..but whatever news you have, I'll make sure to tell them. But you gotta tell me first."

[ricotomato]

He almost facepalmed

"Truee sorry sorry... you should stop me every time I bable like this. I don't mean to! It just happens and I don't want to be boring. If I'm boring people will ignore me more than what they already do... why do they ignore me that much?! I don't like when they do. You'll never ignore me, right, Gilbert?" He didn't wait for an answer "'course you won't, because we're friends... Friends don't do that to each other. I once read a book abo-"

He facepalmed again.

"Sorry! Sorry so... guess what?! I saw Francis kissing somebody!.... ookay I know that's not a great news BUT! The shocking thing is the person he kissed... " He waited a little for dramatic efect (aka 2 seconds) and added a sound efect..."ARTHUR! Fusososo, so cute... now now, what do you think? I think they are dating. So cute!..."