My Gakuen roommate -America x Reader -Chapter 1

Thump, thump, thump. You feel your quicken heartbeats boom inside of your chest repeatedly, biting your bottom lip nervously. Today was very special, for it was the day you were officially entering Gauken Hetalia Academy as a new student. Also, the new representative of (Country name.) Which was found by, surprisingly, America, your close friend.

He had kept you a secret for about two years after discovering your small country that was basically next to Canada. It was quite easy keeping you hidden from other stronger countries, as long as America kept his mouth stuffed with hamburgers. The reason for doing this, is because America knew you wouldn't be able to handle other nations, such as Russia or Germany.

Before he even knew you were a country, you both befriended each other. Giving that he loves making new friends, it wasn't hard for you. You had told him six months after meeting him, that you were indeed (Country name.) He didn't react at first, it actually took about five minutes until he suddenly started laughing. You had given him a questioning look, but then smacked his forehead when he stated, in a obnoxious cocky voice,

"No way, man! I would have seen you on my world map by now!"

You were able to, literally, knock some sense into him until he believed you. You were somewhat shocked that he didn't rat you out, claimed you as territory, or anything of the sorts. Instead, he acted as if nothing changed between the two of you, still dragging you to Mcdonalds at each possible chance given to him. It made your heart flutter slightly, a confusing feeling that made you feel delighted.

Finally, both of you thought it was time for your identity to be known by the rest of the entire world. It had sparked the interest of other nations, but none had yet to try anything. Even if they did, America once told you that he'd be there for you, because, of course, he's the hero.

But now was the time you both were force to attend Gauken Hetalia Academy, well, America was all for it. You, on the other hand, were quite nervous to meet new, different countries. America had told you of his 'friends' England, France, Russia and China, so any friends of his would surely be yours in no time.

Shaking your head side to side in an attempt at shaking these thoughts from your slightly sweaty head, you made your way through the front doors, trying to find the school's principal office. You had to report there first so you'd be given your schedule, uniform, and room number. Also, the name of your roommate.

"Hey, you!"

A voice you've never heard before calls out. You turn your head toward the voice's direction, only to quickly side-step when a brown dog collar came flying at your neck. Dodging swiftly, you yank the collar from it's holder, then without out even thinking, enclosed it around your attacker's neck.

Taking a few steps back, your (Eye color) met Emerald green, which were wide open with shock at having the leather collar wrapped around his own neck. You notice he was wearing the school's uniform, so you assumed he was also intending. He had shaggy, somewhat dark, blond hair. And either he had a fight with cotton balls, or those were just really bushy eyebrows.

He had a noticeably large scowl lighting up his flushed face as you tugged on the leash that was attached to his new accessory. You couldn't help but giggle a little, making him growl under his breath. Straightening out his uniform, he finally began speaking.

"This wasn't meant for me to wear! Dammit all to bloody hell!" He stomped his foot down, almost looking like an enraged child.

"Why are you even trying to put a damn collar on me anyway?" You asked, your left eye twitching in irritation. You also took note of his British accent.

"Do you know nothing of this place, woman? Don't run in the halls! Get along with everyone! Survival Of The Fittest-" He was about to go on, but you cut him off.

"And do you know how stupid you sound after saying that last rule?" You deadpan, crossing your arms.

"What was that, you git-!" Once again, the British man was cut off from his raging words when another makes their-self known.

"Yo, Britain! There you are-Wait...something seems different about you. Did your eyebrows grow?" You knew immediately who the loud, but cute, voice was. America was eying Britain, curiously tilting his head. It made your heart pick up beats for reasons unknown to you, yet you tried keeping your breathing in check.

"You hamburger-loving-bastard! I-" The poor man, now known as Britain, couldn't seem to catch a break as a French accent filled all of your ears.

"Ohonhonhon~Looks like caterpillar brows has been made into someones territory by the new country~!" The man with long, golden blond hair taunts. But, letting his eyes trail up your form in a way that made you feel extremely uncomfortable, he suddenly has your hand in his, kissing it.

"What luck to have such a beautiful woman do it, though. Why, how about you invade me, and I'll be your new territory after the fight we have...In my bedroom~" He smiles...charmingly.

"...You have at least one second to remove your hand before I rip it off." You threaten unemotionally, getting your hand released at once. It wasn't that you were cold hearted, you really weren't, it's just you didn't take shit from anyone. You stood your ground, not once letting fear slip into your eyes. As a small country, you felt as if you should never show signs of weakness toward anyone. And yet, you felt your whole body trembling whenever America even glanced at you...Which was considered odd in your mind.

"Well, someone's awfully feisty. Hmmm, I like it~" The Frenchman purrs. Before you had the chance of drop kicking him in the Eiffel tower, America speaks up.

"What's up, (Country name!) I'm so stoked that you're here! Oh, and did you seriously do that to Britain? That's so freaking badass! That dude, Frenchie, is called France. And your new bit-I mean, territory, is Britain!" He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you to his side and away from France in an almost possessive manner. You wondered why your face felt greatly heated at being in such close proximity with him, but decided to brush it off as nothing to be concerned about.

"Um, yeah...I'm (Name,) here to represent (Country name.) Nice to meet you both...I think." You whisper the last of your sentence before letting your gaze lock on the exceedingly annoyed British man. "So...You're my territory, huh? Guess that means you have to do whatever I say! We'll be seeing each other a lot then, right?" You smirk, then noticed America's arm still holding a, to some extent, tight grip on your shoulder. It felt as if his grip tighten after you mentioned spending time with Britain often, causing you to blink bemusedly.

"O-Oh, belt up, you sodding wazzock!" He snarled, cheeks brightening blood red.

You stared at him for a moment, then turning to meet America's eyes.

"I thought British people spoke English, the hell did he just say? And where can I learn it?" You question, deadpanning once again.

"Dude...I have no idea. BUT! It's time to head on over to the principal office! I gotta find out, ya'know, about who I'm getting for a rommie! I hope it's someone awesome, likes video games, ice-cream, hamburgers, superman-" You don't let him finish, letting out an alarmed scream.

"Son of a-I'M GOING TO BE LATE! I completely forgot!" You panic, checking your dark red wrist-watch. "I'll never make it in time!"

Before you knew it, you were being carried bridal style in two, nicely toned, arms. You let out a small squeak, both your arms instantly wrapping around the holder's neck. Opening your eyes, which had been closed from the sudden movement, you met sky blue orbs that sparked with childish glee.

"Don't worry, the hero will get ya there in no time!" He grins happily, then turning to face the other two males. "Later, dudes!" Within a flash, he was off. Even though you kept pounding at his chest, demanding to be released.

"Finally, those two gits are gone. Now, I must figure out how to get this bloody thing off." Britain sighs out, tugging at his collar. Getting ready to walk away, he felt a hand place itself onto his right shoulder.

"It wasn't very nice how you all seemed to forget about me. So, why not make it up to me, ohonhonhon~"

"GO JUMP OFF A CLIFF, CHEESY MONKEY!"