Hetalia X Reader-chan

France x Suicidal! Reader Fucking Perfect

(Set in a high school with all the characters)

Made a wrong turn once or twice, dug my way out, blood and fire. Bad decisions, thats alright...Welcome to my silly life. 

I curl up in a  corner cowering away from Allen and  half the football team along with their cheerleader girlfriends.

".....Worthless..."

"....kill yourself..."

Their words echo off the empty hall way, seeing as it is after school. My ears tune out the other things they say and focus on the earth shattering words that I have come to believe after 3 years of hearing it. 

".....nerd..."

"...bitch..."

"...ugly.."

"..useless.."

Miss treated, miss placed , miss understood, miss know ing its all good. It didn't slow me down, Miss taken, always second guessing, underestimate, look I'm still around.

I let a few unshed tears fall and trickle down my cheeks. Maybe from the words, maybe from the cleats being lodged into my small intestine. But I finally cry as I lay burised, beaten and bloody, I keep my eyes turned down to the ground and I feel a glob of luqid cover my face, probably spit. I try to lift myself from the ground after the crowd leaves.

I limp to the school bathroom and pull out my 'make up' bag and begin to cover the bruises. After I cover the bruises I limp to the house I am calling home. I live with my best(only)friend and crush, Fracis Bonnefy. I have been living with him since the day my family just disappeared and left me behind. He has been the only one that has been nice and accepting, but he's a more popular guy and yet he chooses to spend time with me, and live with me.

I stand outside the comfortable looking house, and I reach for the knob but pull my hand away and turn from my home and walk to the bridge near my house, I let all tears I've held in finally realese, like the dam is breaking. I climb onto the edge of the bridge and I look into the far away, rushing water soon to be my finally resting place. 

Pretty, pretty please, don't  you ever, ever feel like your less than fucking perfect...

I whimper and step off the bridge....

But, I don't feel like I am falling, I feel two strong, warm arms wraped around my waist supporting me. I also feel a head buried in my neck. I turn my head to see who stopped me, I see the only person who ever truly cared about me, Francis.

Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel like your nothing.....you're fucking perfect...to me....

"You're so mean when you talk about yourself, you are wrong. Change the voices in your head make them like you instead, please, (Y/N) I've seen your wrists, your distress and pain when you come home from school, I have seen the cuts and bruises, I know you think that no one loves you or wants you here but-" 

"Stop! Its a lie! If people did want me or love me why do they would beat me? Or leave me  behind?! I have tried changing myself, its so complicated, Look how we all make it filled with so much hatred. Its such a tired game. It's enough, I'm done, I've done all I could think of, I chased down all my demons. Why isnt life getting easier? Why has it gotten worse?" I shout and try to wiggle from his grasp.

"They are jealous of you, you are so modest and beautiful, those girls? They are just pretty, they not genuinly beautiful like you are. I don't want you to ever feel like you aren't perfect because-"

"They are everywhere, they don't like my hair or my figure or the way my jeans fit..." I give up struggling and look down as I feel a tear hit my shoulder, I turn to see him crying.

"DAMMIT (Y/N)! Let me finish, the whole world is scared, but you face the world head on and swallow that fear and push through. What I want to say is, I don't want you to ever to feel like you arent perfect or that you are nothing, because its not truth, you are perfect to me. You are the only TRUE friend  I ever had and I love you, I love you as more than a friend, I have since you frist walked into the class room." He is still crying and I can tell this was hard for him to tell me, I wrap my arms around his neck and accept his help.

"I guess I can stick around for a while if I have you by my side." I cry, but not out of sadness, and for the first time in 3 years, I feel safe. Here with Francis.

Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fucking perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you're fucking perfect to me
(You're perfect, you're perfect)
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you're fucking perfect to me.

AN: Yay so I got my first request, I put a lot of work into this so I hope you like it, and I don't own p!nk or this song soooooo. thanks for reading. Also, please inbox me if you have a request. THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR 100 reads!!! You all mean alot and I would like feed back as to how my writing is