GilbertBeilschmidt

Gilbert stands outside his room, not happy, arms crossed and he is frustrated. NO, NO, NO! :I I am NOT going to be roommates with that bastard Russia, never, not in a millio----INFINITY YEARS! >8C *the chick on his head remains nesting in his hair as he rant* I'm getting my stuff and I'm going to look for another roommate. Ugh. D| Maybe that loser France or that thrifty Austria... Urgh IDK. Probably West?! OR JUST A COUCH IN SOME ROOM. >:I *runs off to England's room* ((Because Prussia hates Russia, IC. C: Now~ who wants a hot albino bishie in their room? :eyes: *SHOT*))

An Albino barges in his room and dumps his stuff in a corner. He speaks LOUDLY and BOASTFULLY of his thoughts. Ugh, academy, WHY. I don't need this I could have done my missions instead. Well whatever. Who cares, this academy will be breeze for someone awesome like me. *grins* {{core: ~APHetalia-RpdA (https://www.deviantart.com/aphetalia-rpda)}}