The Boarding School – Chapter 2

I should probably tell you about Italy. He's always wearing Toga or a battle robe and raises a sword of plastic, challenging everyone for a fight. Once, he fought Russia. The results were funny because the plastic sword appeared as a very low quality and I've never assumed that a bottle can be such a useful weapon.
Today, I passed past Italy while he tried to wake Greece up. Schweiz stood next to him with a soft smile and tried to flirt with him but he ignored. The problem with Schweiz is that she's dragged: after France, Germany, Holland and even Italy. She's so dependant but she makes the best chocolate and, my advice, never – and I repeat, never – take a cheese from her, unless you wish to vomit for 3 hours in raw.
Anyway, I passed Italy on my way to visit the UN – the principal – to ask him for a new room (the excuse was, I'm having a hard time with USA and Brazil. But the truth is that I wanted to move to Sweden's room, because she and Norway always fight and UN wanted to separate them, anyway).
Italy turned to me and screamed, "Pasta!".
I replied with the first answer which popped into my head. "Falafel".
"Pasta! Pizza! Lasagne! Espresso Gallardo Lamborghini Macchiato!" Italy announced.
Schweiz smiled and Greece started to snore.
"Get yourself to annoy Greece again" I said, "I've got to go".
"No!" said Italy. "I challenge you for a duel!"
"I don't want to" I said.
"You must", Schweiz interrupted. I rolled my eyes and she nodded.
Kids from the two rooms next to us, burst out and screamed, "Fight! Fight!"
Greece dropped his Ouzo bottle, so I took it and broke it.
"Hahaha!" Said Italy, "copying from your older sister, Russia?"
"Like you're copying from Greece the culture, mythology and architecture", I said. "You're not original".
Tears appeared in Italy's eyes.
"That", he says with a sob, "isn't neat". He ran away. Schweiz slapped me and rushed after him.
"Well done!" said Armenia. "They've had this coming!"
"Ah, you're angry because you're taken of lands, but you're stealing lands yourselves?!" Azerbaijan complained.
I scooted around to the direction of UNs room.
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Later that day, when each room got its supplies of food, I met the wonderful Sweden.
I was thinking of how close was I to be in same room with her, but unfortunately, I didn't get it. UN moved Norway into a room with Iceland and Finland, and Sweden and Georgia got Mongolia to theirs'.
"How's with Mongolia?" I asked.
"He's… nice" said Sweden. She removed hair from her eyes and I was so in love with her, I didn't notice I dropped the bag with spices.
She lifted it for me.
"Maybe you want to come visit me later? Georgia is making Georgian food" Sweden said.
"Gladly!" I said. "Should I inform US and Brazil, too?"
"No", said Sweden, "I've already seen what Brazil can do, when he has a ball in his hand".
We both laughed.
"I've heard Italy is still crying in the toilets," Sweden said.
"Really?" I asked. "Maybe, I should apology".
"Schweiz is trying to cheer him up for so long, and even Australia arrived and tried to cheer him but it didn’t work" said Sweden.
"Poor guy", I said. "I'm going".
"Alright, see you later" she said.
She winked me and went off.
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"Why did you tell me such things?" Italy asked with a cry.
"You wanted to set a duel with me" I replied.
"But it isn't neat!" Italy said. "The fact I'm not original, doesn't mean you can make fun of me because of it!".
"Now, now, Italy, I'm not original neither".
"Really?"
"Yes. Do you really think Falafel is mine? Besides – pizza, lasagne, Lamborghini? It's very original", I said.
"It's so nice of you, to say such things" said Italy.
"Yes" I said "And the whine".
"I think I'll buy myself an Italian suit, I no longer wish to be a military empire" said Italy.
"Why?" I asked.
"I'm an empire of food and cars, what more do I need" said Italy.
"So who'll be our megalomaniac?" I asked.
"We'll see whom".
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Poland and Lithuania passed next to me, when I went to my room. They still held hands. In fact, I've never seen them not holding their hands. I have no idea why, even when they fight, they never led go of the other's hand.
"Freaks" I mumbled.
"We?" asked Poland. "You better see what's with Austria and Hungary".
I walked next to the room of said girls, and they both have been outsides and screamed to me, "we rules! We're an empire! Hahahahahah!"
Oh lovely. The new megalomaniacs have arrived!
Germany passed next to them and yelled, "Austria, you're supposed to be a not-so-brilliant copy of myself! Strudel!"
Germany has a tendency to scream, and he screams very loudly.
"It's about time to pass this on!" Hungary said.

TBC.