Here are some names you guys may want to keep note of  for the next few chapters :)

Once again , here's the format for your convenience :

Country - human name
Or
Country - human name

[BOYS WILL BE BOLDED ; GIRLS WILL NOT BE AND WILL BE IN ITALICS INSTEAD]

Ancient Rome - Romulus Vargas
Germania - Folkert Beilschmidt
Ottoman Empire - Osman Adnan
Native America - Ayiana Jones
Britannia - Feildlimid Kirkland
Gaul - Orbia Bonnefoy
Mama Greece - Olympia Karpusi
Mama Egypt - Ma'at Hassan

Anyway , as always ,

Ayye , thank 'chu !😘

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Folkert was in his room, stuck on a problem on his calculus assignment, when his Italian roommate burst through the door.

"Ahh, Romulus! Come here and make yourself useful for once by helping me with this math problem. I've been stuck on this problem for ag-!"

Romulus leaped on the bed, making a concerning cracking sound in the wooden bed frame.

"By the gods, Romulus!" Folkert exclaimed. "We can't afford to pay the Academy back for another bed frame!"

"Calm down, Folky. If we can afford to attend the World Academy, then we can definitely pay for a small bed frame."

"Yeah, for the 6th time already."

Romulus rolled his eyes and changed the topic. "Put away that calculus textbook and let's have some fun tonight!" Romulus told him, tugging his upper arm. "It's Friday! We don't need to be in bed until 1am, which means more time to party!"

"More like more time to study."

Romulus rolled his eyes and sighed. "You're such a buzzkill sometimes, Folkert."

Before Folkert could reply, there was a knock on the door.

"They're here!" Romulus exclaimed happily as he hopped off the bed and ran towards the door.

"Who's here?"

Romulus opened the door, revealing an Egyptian, Greek, French, and British woman.

"Hello ladies~" Romulus greeted them with a smirk and took the Greek woman's hand and kissed it gently. The mentioned woman smacked him upside on the head in return.

"Ow!" Romulus winced. "What was that for?!"

"You know I have a boyfriend!"

Romulus rolled his eyes. "Oh yeah, that Middle Eastern dude, Osman. I have to say, I expected that a fine lady such as yourself to have better tastes in men."

The Greek woman glared at him.

"It would be no different if I chose you."

Romulus put a hand over his heart. "Girl, you just broke my heart."

The French woman spoke up. "Well are you going to invite us in, or are we just going to stand out here watching you two argue like an old married couple?"

Romulus smacked himself on the head. "Of course! What kind of a gentleman would I be if I let you ladies tire yourselves by just standing out here? Come in!"

Folkert's head shot up. "Romulus, are you crazy?! You know the Academy has a rule about women and men in the same dorm!"

"Relax, Folkert. What the admin doesn't know won't hurt them, am I right?" With that, he gestured for the ladies to come in. They did.

Folkert could do nothing more that just facepalm at his friend's stubbornness.

"Where is Ayiana and Osman, anyway?"

"YOU DRAGGED THEM INTO THIS, TOO?!"

They all ignored Folkert as the Egyptian woman spoke up. "They said that they're headed here."

"What? Why? Romulus, what did you tell them?"

The French woman looked at Folkert in surprise. "Romulus, you didn't tell the Pagan of the group? I'm surprised."

"What? Tell me what?"

"Well, I was planning on telling him sooner or later. You know, at a time when it's too late to back out?"

"WHAT?!"

The Egyptian woman looked at Folkert. "Romulus wants to summon the Midnight Man and for you to play the Midnight Game with us."

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"Are you feeling suicidal or what?"

//to be continued...

Thoughts so far ?