Love Will Have Its Sacrifices [Carmilla/Hetalia x Reader]

Title: S1 E1 "Disorientation"
Crossover: Carmilla/Hetalia
Fic type: series, reader-insert
A/N: If you haven't watched Carmilla, it doesn't necessarily matter. But if you're interested, here is the link to the first episode: [Carmilla | S1 E1 "Disorientation"]
Also, the reader and the main character for Carm are lesbians. So, yeah. Thought I'd note that in case you, well, don't swing that way.
If you want more information on Carmilla, just check the wiki.

[NAME] HOLLIS
@[Name]2theletter
Journalism 102: Intro to Investigative Reporting
For: Prof. M. Cochrane

As the video started, [Name] cleared her throat and began her introduction in a mysterious tone. "Silas University, in picturesque Styria, where nothing, not even the homecoming goat sacrifice disturbs the pursuit of knowledge. But under the surface of this placid Institute," an old picture of Silas shows up on the screen, "of higher learning, you'll find mystery after mystery.

"Just last week," [Name] continued, making a small, closed, pointed gesture with her hand, "students using the catalog reported a search window claiming it was lost, begging for help to find Dudley Chapel, which burnt down in 1904. So, harmless prank or terrifying mystery waiting—!"

The girl was cut off by her roommate, Alice, bursting into the dorm shouting, "I passed the test!" with a dominant arm in the air. [Name] looked annoyed for a second, but smiled and turned in her chair to introduce Alice.

"Alice Kirkland, ladies and gentleman!" She jokingly addressed as said girl flopped down on her bed. "Roommate extraordinaire and best friend of the last several weeks. So, how'd you do?"

"Sixty-two percent, which is pretty cool. It's like a gentleman's C." Alice replied, bouncing on the bed a bit as she spoke. Getting up, she continued with, "We're gonna go out and celebrate."

"You are so much better than a sixty-two." [Name] said, not watching as Alice went to grab a change of clothes. "Maybe if there was a little less celebrating and a little more studying..."

"Come on, dude. This is what college is about." Alice interjected, pulling something out of the wardrobe at the back of the room. "And finally, you're out of that hamster ball that your dad had you living in..."

"He just had... safety concerns." The [H/C] hair-colored girl tried to reason.

"And now, it's time to live. Like, right now. What are you doing right now?" Alice asked, placing a pile of clothes down and sitting on her bed.

"My journalism project!"

Sighing, Alice said, "No. No, no, no, no, no. The quad mixer's right now, 'kay?" [Name] chuckled at her roommate's motherly tone. "I'm not leaving you here alone talking to the internet about—,"

"The library catalog possibly achieving sentience?" [Name] interjected, holding up her hands, palms up, and shrugging.

"'Kay, so some library catalog—prank—I don't-I don't know. But all I know is that it is 6 PM on a Friday." Alice lurched forward, taking [Name]'s hand, and getting up. "Come on; we're gonna get you in something cute." Once they both were on their feet, the blonde examined her roommate's clothing. "Ooh, this is bad. 'Kay, we're gonna have fun. Let's do it."

Alice looked at her expectantly, ready for [Name] to make an excuse.

Preppy music began to play as the video sped up, montaging Alice and [Name] going through clothes. Alice tossed some clothes to her before disappearing to the bathroom, [Name] not far behind.

THE MORNING AFTER

Placing down her giant TARDIS mug, [Name] sighed before looking to her camera, pausing as it processed that it was on all night. Slouching, she said, "Oh, crap. Have you been on this whole night?"

Sucking in a breath, she placed a hand on the desk before a sneaky, lopsided smirk made its way onto her face. "Let's do a little before and after, shall we?"

A quick turn in her chair and [Name] said loudly and cockily, "And how is the Jäger-bombinatrix doing this morning?"
Getting up, she threw the blanket off of Alice's bed and found that her roommate was, in fact, not there. Turning around stiffly, she called her name but heard no reply.

"Bets? Is this some kind of a joke?" Taking a few steps back, arms hovering halfway in the air, her eyes traveled downwards to something on the ground by Alice's bed.

The floor creaked as she bent down to pick it up.

"Ugh... What the...?" A small slip of paper, covered in what appeared to be vomit, went into her hand. A few clumps fell off of it.

Examining it, she began to read what was on the slip unclearly. "Dear student, your roommate no longer attends Silas..." she falters, then stops. "What the what?"