[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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[arfled]

“Norway? Cool,” Al said, eyeing him. He’d probably have said something like Dutch, had he been forced to guess. He hadn’t ever met anyone from Norway before, but when he was small his mom had read him stories…
“I have a book, at home,” he began, “about trolls. There are a bunch of ‘em up in the mountains, and they eat people. There was this one about an old woman troll who wanted to eat this really fat kid, but she kept fuckin’ it up, and her head ended up getting chopped off.” He grinned, remembering. “And there was this other one about a guy who convinced a troll that he was squeezing water out of a rock, when the rock was really cheese, and the water was… cheese water.”
Al remembered he was thirsty. No Coke about, so he grabbed a bottle of water too. Blegh, it was warm. He unscrewed the cap anyway and took a gulp. He’d seen the glances the young man given to the whiskey, and figured he should warn him.
“I dunno how long you’ve been in the States, but here the drinking age is twenty-one. I’m nineteen, so I’ll go ahead and assume you are too.” Meh, it wasn’t as if he wouldn’t be inviting people over to drink during their free time. End of exams, that kinda thing.

He seemed to remember something he’d forgotten. Intros!

“I’m Al Jones, by the way,” he said, wiping a moist (from the water bottle, I swear) hand on his jeans and sticking it out to be shaken.

I own the book he was talking about XD

[arfled]

No, Al didn’t have any idea of what Haakon was thinking. He assumed it was something along the lines of what was going through his own mind. Don’t be offended; he doesn’t know how stupid he is-just how stupid other people think he is. As for that troll… no, he couldn’t feel that either; he was, quite honestly, used to Arthur talking about various ghosts, fairies, and unicorns, and if you even told him, he’d pass it off with a laugh. Alfred’s skeptical about this sort of stuff, even though he does like reading about it in books (Harry Potter being a personal favorite); having grown up in a household where Santa Claus was the last supernatural thing he was wont to believe in, he’s more inclined to go for science and archaeological findings than things like that. But if you see trolls, that’s cool.
Okay, so he wasn’t going to get a handshake. That’s cool. Not a particular blow to this ego. He stuck his hand smoothly back into his pocket.
Haakon Willoch? What kind of a-well, a Norwegian name, obviously. “Haakon Willoch,” he said, trying it out. He tried again. He was probably pronouncing it completely incorrectly, but if you tell him that, he’s going to try again and again until he gets it near right.
“Sure, just makin’ sure that you don’t get in trouble,” he said amiably. “But, if you want, my dorm room’s gonna be open tonight-201 Franz Joseph-and there’ll be a ton of people there, I hope. So you can meet some of my friends, and there WILL be drinks, but don’t tell anyone. Francis is supplying it anyway. He’s old enough.”
There. That was a good deed. He probably should’ve told him about Yong Soo and the way the young Korean liked to invade personal space, but what’s a party without a few surprises? Maybe he wouldn’t show up, or he’d hide behind the punch bowl, or something.

[arfled]

Al was pretty lucky when it came to security. Due to his wide array of acquaintances, he could probably slip out of any situation and head to another person’s dorm-not tonight, of course, he’d take responsibility for all the awesome that was to go down-and the campus police sort of knew him, so he was all right with them. Since a few of his friends were well over 21, he could get them to store… whatever it was that he couldn’t store in his own dorm room. All of this plus a natural talent for getting out of tight situations was handy when it came to this campus. He liked to pride himself on stuff like that. People skills, you know, when book-smarts aren’t as available.

“Cool. There’ll probably be beer, not bad stuff either, but I can’t promise anything expensive, ‘cos my personal funds are shit.” An elegant way of putting it. “If you want wine or champagne, you’ll have to go to Francis, and if you want REALLY good German beer, go see Ludwig or Gilbert. Everyone else… I dunno, actually.”
He’d have to find out. That wouldn’t be too difficult. What was college, if not a place to socialize?

[arfled]

Hey! Looked like this guy was actually interested in coming! That was another success-not a notch in his notebook, because Alfred didn’t do things like that, but another possible person to wave at in the halls or annoy for the notes he’d missed. He still had to find out if they shared any classes. If they didn’t, there was always the next semester.
He hoped what he had would live up to expectations. Personally, he liked American beer, but that was only because he hadn’t been constantly exposed to something of better quality. Nothing wrong with a good standard American lager, in his opinion. Francis refused to house anything like Pabst Blue Ribbon, so he went along with his somewhat snobby guidance.

“Huh… it should be around eight, I guess. This picnic thing is open until then. You know your way around campus, right?” Alfred asked, forgetting for a moment that this young man was the same year as he.

[arfled]

Okay, well. That was weird. People had treated him like that before, so Al was able to brush it off with a shrug and look for someone else to talk to. And if this Willoch guy had said he’d be there-or hinted, at least-that was pretty much a good thing. Maybe he’d tell his friends to come with him, even if it was so he wouldn’t have to stick around talking to Alfred’s friends. He wondered, for a minute, whether Haakon did have any people he wasn’t this rude and cold to. Hmm, it was kind of impossible to be here and not have friends… at least, that’s what Alfred thinks, never having been in a situation where he was lonely for long.

Ehh, he’d have to tell Yong Soo that there’d be more people attending than they’d originally planned. It was usually the case, anyway.