Russia x Reader Hetalia Boys High (part 2)

*your POV~*
You walked toward the direction a little sign saying office led you. Arriving at the door you walked in and were smiled at by a short plump woman at the desk. "How can I help you young man?" She cheerfully stated. Happy that she regarded you as a boy you told her that this was your first year here and You had no idea what to do. After being given your list of classes, schedule , and room key, she gave you a map of the school. Shortly after thanking her you went to find your dorm room. "Hmm, building 4, room 378. Where the hell is it?" As you stood staring at the map and muttering to yourself you were approached by a young man who looked about your age, that had shoulder length blonde hair, blue eyes, and a small bit of stubble. "You are lost, no? What is a beautiful person such as yourself doing all alone?~" wtf? Did he just say beautiful? I can't tell if it's a compliment, flattery, or he knows you're a woman..."heh heh...yah dude, it's my first day here, and I'm hella lost." you threw in some slang to try to emphasize the fact you were a guy. As you awkwardly stare back at him, another young man approaches the two of you. This one has messy dirty blonde hair, with green eyes and some of the bushiest eyebrows you'd ever seen. As he approaches he glares at the blonde man and yells "Where in the  bloody hell were you, you git? Now we're both late for the blasted meeting. You stupid frog." After both men finish their glare contest; hmm must be a male dominance thing...the bushy eyebrowed  one seemed to take notice to you standing there. "Oh, pardon me young man. That was a terribly rude way to act for a gentleman such as myself." "Oh no dude it's totally fine, I'm just a little lost seeing as it's my first day here." The bushy browed one stares at you for a moment before replying. "Well, nice to meet you ol' chap, my name is Arthur Kirkland, and this bloody frog next to me is the notorious Francis Bonnefoy. We are both in the student council, but I am the president! And you are?" "___fake boy/n__ __l/n___...pleasure to meet you."
                           *3rd person?~*
After exchanging greetings, and some directions you part ways. When you arrive at your dorm room you can't help but wonder what your roommate is going to be like.....
                           *back to your POV*
You reach the door and take out my key, but you think better of just unlocking the door and waltzing right in, so you knock. A few seconds later I hear some movement on the other side of the door. When the door opens before you stands a very tall boy, with shaggy  light blonde/grayish hair, and intimidating purple eyes. At the moment said boy was wearing a white tee shirt and some basketball shorts, with disheveled hair. "You most certainly have come here for important business, seeing as you interrupted my nap. Da?" "U..uh, oh, sorry bro... but I was told that this will be my new dorm room." The tall boy stood glaring down at me while I awkwardly stood there. Damn his glare is really intimidating..."Well you will come in da? No reason for standing in the hallway." You walked into the room dragging your suitcase and backpack behind you. O.k., be cool, be cool. "Hey bro...so uh what's your name?" You say to him, while trying to sound as much like Alfred as you can. Seeing as he's the only guy friend you have. He's not the best role model apparently."Ah, my name is Ivan...We'll just leave it at Ivan for now. Da?" "Uh da? I guess" You only replied this because you think saying 'da' is his way of saying yes. Maybe. "And how am I to acknowledge you without a name?" "Oh, yeah totally uh I'm __fake boy/n__ __l/n__" "what a big boy name for such a tiny man" he said while smiling and placing a very large hand atop your head. "Hey what the hell are you doing?!" This really didn't bother you that much but you know, boys have to act with dominance or some shit like that.  "I am just proving how you are like tiny man and I am like giant." He replied with that same smile on his face, it was starting to creep you out. Now you're determined to at least see another expression on his face before his creepy/intimidating ass murders you in your sleep. "Hey so I'm going to go unpack if that's alright with you?" "Da. I think that will be ok. But be ready to cook dinner at five. I would like to have some roommate bonding time."
             *unpacking and cooking/bonding time-skip~*
"Well I hope that you enjoyed dinner Ivan!" "Da. It was very good __fb/n__. Thank you, now I'll go wash dishes." "Oh no Ivan! I insist, back at my place I do all of the cooking and cleaning, actually I do everything....anyway the point is is that I'm good at washing dishes so let me do it." Ivan stared at you for a while then went back to that stupid grin on his face. "Well if you insist." You went into the kitchen and started cleaning up after tossing all of the dishes into the sink. Almost done with washing you reached your hand into the sink and grabbed for the next dish, which unbeknownst to you was a knife. The next moment you felt a sting of pain. As tears welled up in your eyes you glanced down at your hand which was now covered in blood, that cut must be pretty deep. Trying to keep from crying you toss down the scrub brush and quickly hurry through the living room that Ivan is currently sitting in. "__fb/n__ what's wrong?" you ignored his question as you made a beeline for the bathroom. When you got there your whole hand was covered in blood, & god dammit it hurt.  You started to rinse off your hand but it just kept bleeding and it was really starting to sting. While you were distracted, Ivan walked up behind you, only to find you very distraught with tears leaking down you face. "_fb/n__ what's wr- oh no. _Fb/n_ are you ok?!" Ivan asked with a distraught look that matches your own. Huh, didn't think that would be the first face other than that creepy smile that I'd see. "__fb/n__...__fb/n__? Is your hand ok?" He kept calling your name as you had begun to space out. "O..oh right, uh ha ha yeah totally I'm fine it's just a little cut nothing to worry over." He reaches over to your face as your eyes widen in surprise, wiping away a stray tear he gives you a genuine smile. "__fb/n__ you don't have to put up a tough facade when you're here." He reached down and started to rinse your hand. After wrapping it up he bid you a good night and insisted that he finish up the dishes.