Hetalia Academy 8Romano patted down the hallway. That stupid Spaniard hadn't escorted him today, and he ended up having to ask a few random strangers for help. Every time he would walk into class the teacher would watch him sit and ask why he was late. Though they were sympathetic since he was new, they wondered why he had help his first days but not today? All he could say was that Antonio left him in the dirt that day and he had to find his own way around this giant ass school. Not like that, of course. At least, not loudly.
When his last class of the day was over, Lovino scratched the back of his head in annoyance. Where was his dorm building again? That hall or that hall? He muttered under his breath, his native tongue flowing from his lips.
The Italian turned around, seeing the familiar face of his new friend, Matthew Williams. But this time, the usual pale, clean face resembling cool, Roman marble was replaced with a dark, burning red as if the snowy skin had been nearly burnt. T