The dorm was spacious, with the room being separated into quarters with a bed, a desk, and a medium-sized dresser at the foot of each bed. The only natural light source was a gigantic circular window across the room from the oaken door. The window had radial spokes for dividers, which made it made up of triangular panes of glass. The walls were a dark oak with thin veins of silver streaking around like cracks in glass.

As Nagira walked to an empty bed near the door, Russia’s attention was drawn to a large, flagrant, French flag hanging over the bed across from Nagira’s.

Russia’s upper lip curled a little as she glared at the flag, walking to the bed that was adjacent to Nagira’s and the window. “Great, just wonderful,” She muttered as she sat down on the firm yet soft bed. Their stuff had already been brought up, but somehow France had managed to get to the dorm before them and hang up a flag. Russia’s question was soon answered when France walked out of a door that presumably led to the bathroom.

“What are you doing here?” France asked shrilly, glaring at Russia.

“It’s the dormitory I was assigned to, jackass. The better question is why are you allowed back here?” Russia asked, “Last I checked you were already out of school.” However one thing unnerved Russia about France, she had a symbol in the white band that, from Russia’s position, she couldn’t identify.

“Back here? It’s my first year!”

“Who even are you?”

“Vichy!”

Russia blinked, shaking her head surprisedly. This was Vichy France, who was supposed to be out of school. “But you went to school nearly 50 years ago, how are you even back-”

“Shut up!” Vichy snapped, going over to her bed and sitting down.

Nagira slithered over to Russia and asked softly, “What-?”

“Fascist.”

“Ah.”

The door opened then, and a timid countryhuman walked in. Her flag resembled Russia's, but the eyepatch over her left eye made it clear that she wasn't the same as Russia.

“This is 19-Ag, right?” She asked, which caused Russia and Nagira to nod in confirmation. Vichy just huffed.

“Great, yet another Eastern European…” Vichy muttered, to which the new countryhuman to flinch.

“Vichy be nice!” Nagira called, before turning her attention towards the newcomer. “I'm Nagira, What's your name?”

“Slovakia, and you can use either she/her or he/him for me,” Slovakia responded, smiling weakly.

“I'm Russia. She/they,” Russia said, tilting her head to the side slightly. “And over there is Vichy.”

“I'm a girl.” Vichy muttered, flopping onto her side.

“I gathered as much.” Russia snapped back.

“I'll take this bed…” Slovakia said, walking over to the only empty bed left.

“You do that,” Nagira nodded, giving a thumbs up.