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

Episode Two [link]: [Carmilla | S1 E2 "Missing"]

[Name] held a sleek, black phone next to her ear, eyes closed as she angrily said, "No, no, what I'm saying is there was a card, but it is wrong. There is no way that Alice decided to drop out and go home at 2 AM on a Friday night with none of her stuff.

"And even if she did, there is no way in hell or Hogwarts she left me with this "official" notecard." She picked up a small, printed piece of paper and held it up to the camera. "It is multiple choice!" Pulling it back to read it, she huffed and continued, "Dear student, your roommate no longer attends Silas University. He or She (A) lost his or her scholarship and decided to go home; (B) has elected to attend another school due to your extreme incompatibility;  (C) experienced a psychological event that left him or her unfit for student life; or (D) cited personal reasons, and really, why does anybody do anything? Exit procedures have commenced; no action on your part is required. I mean—really? Not to mention I found it next to a pile of ick that started growing the mushrooms the next day.

She placed the card down. "So, what I'm gonna need from you since nobody else seems to care that a girl is missing is to talk to the dean of students, okay?" She stated furiously, only to be ended with the dial tone of the phone. Taking it away from her ear, she hissed. "Oh, I swear, that is like the third time."

She placed the phone back on the receiver. Brushing the hair in front of her face behind her ears, she began fiddling with her phone. "Come on, Alice. Just text me back. Say that you've slept over at some subliterate gym shark or something."

She glanced at the flip phone with slight disgust. She looked at the camera, turning the phone up. "Don't judge. My dad thought I'd use an iPhone to send high resolution selfies to potential stalkers." Finishing a text, she clapped the phone shut and put it back on the desk.

"Okay." She picked up the black phone and began to dial a number. Sarcastically, she said, "Come, join the fun."

Pressing one more button, a message from an answering machine said, "You have reached the office of student affairs at Silas University. If you know your party's extension, please dial it at any time." [Name] bit her lip, pressing a few more buttons. The answering machine continued. "You have reached Silas Campus Security. If an incident is in progress, please dial 4815 or activate the nearest blue tentacle phone. For missing persons, please press 1. To report an escaped entity or poltergeist activity, please press—," the machine was halted by [Name]'s cell phone ringing.

Placing the other phone down, the fumbled to pick up the flip-phone to answer. "Uh... hi, Alice! Yes! Uh, oh, yes, yes! Yeah, I am the girl with the missing roommate. Thank you so much for calling, nobody else seems to... What? No, I don't need a new roommate! I already have a roommate. Or, I would if she wasn't missing." She shouted. "No, you can stop yelling! I'm just—!" She was cut off by the dial tone.

Not saying anything else, she closed the phone, a murderous look on her face. A dangerous and patience smile took place. "The university doesn't want to help find Alice? Fine. I've got three weeks of journalism class, and I've seen all of Veronica Mars. I'll find her myself."

She placed the phone down on the desk once again. This time, she gathered up a notebook, a pen, and clattered some chocolate chip cookies into her hands.

TIME SKIP

Rubbing her cheeks, [Name] said, "This is insane. There were hundreds of kid at that mixer, and nobody saw anything." She leaned up in her seat, pointing a finger into the right corner of the screen, pulling down a picture of a group of students centered around three of them.

"Like our floor don, Sophie." She imitated Sophie, smacking her lips. "Um, I may have seen her dancing across the quad, but I don't know. Things just got so foggy after the alchemy guys released, you know, the fog."

"Or the creeps from Zeta Omega Mu." Pulling down another picture with a group of prominent frat boys, she began to imitate one of them. "Uh, like a hottie in a pink halter? I hit, like, three of those last night, Chiquita."

She pulled down another picture of multiple people dancing. "Or anybody, really." She imitated anyone who may have been at the party. "Yeah, but wasn't she with you?"
"She was." [Name] sighed. "God, why didn't I keep better track of her? What the hell happened last night?"

Suddenly, the door to the dorm opened, causing [Name] to turn around and see a girl with dark, auburn hair that went down the chest, an odd curl jutting out the left side come in.

"Hey." The girl said with a thick Italian accent, tossing a backpack onto Alice's bed.

Rolling to the other of the camera so she could be seen, [Name] said, "Umm, excuse me, but who the hell are you?"

"Chiara." She replied. "I'm your new roommate, tesoro^1."