Bullies!Hetalia X Bullied!Reader

Bullies!Hetalia X Bullied!Reader Ch 1

Bullies!Hetalia X Bullied!Reader

Chapter 1

Alone

(Name) got out of the room as soon as the bell rang. She didn't want any of the kids in her class getting ahead and tripping her as she left.

Making it out of the room, (Name) sighed softly as he calmly walked to her first class. That class being English.

It was one of her favorite classes. Despite the captains of the football and soccer team sharing the class with the girl. Along with them was the womanizing French teen, and the younger of the German brothers. Of course, said German was walking behind her.

"You should walk faster. People need to get to class." He spoke, knocking past her, slamming the girl into a wall of lockers.

(Name) grunted in pain before standing again. If she had guessed, she had been shoved against all of the lockers and walls in the school. It was mostly the football captain, but it would also be the Russian teen, the two German brothers, and the angry Italian who mostly shoved the girl.

Making her way to the class, (Name) stepped into the room. She felt several glares land on her person, pairs of keen blue eyes, and a pair of sharp green. It wasn't unnatural for her bullies to glare her down when she entered a room. Usually it was because she was the top of the class in whatever course she took.

Taking a seat at the back of the classroom, (Name) opened her binder to pull out the homework, and the English paper that she had worked all weekend on. She heard someone walk over to her, and looked up to meet the baby-blue gaze of the American football player.

"Being a kiss-up again by being a try hard?" He asked, his hands stuffed in his bomber jacket pockets.

"I don't know what you mean..." Mumbled the girl in reply.

The American scoffed, his sandy blond cow-lick bouncing slightly. "Please. You're the only one who goes over the teacher's expectations."

"And you make the rest of us look like incompetent fools." Added the soccer playing Brit, joining the American by their victim.

(Name) stayed silent. Replying to their accusations never did her any good, but being silent wasn't much better. Either way, she was going to get some sort of abuse.

The American frowned. He reached to the girl's desk and took both her homework and the paper. "Well, seeing as you don't have anything to say. I'll just be taking this." He spoke.

(Name)'s blood ran cold. Her eyes shot up to meet the pairs of blue and green. "Please, don't. I-I really need that paper..."

"So? You're top of the class. You could pull it up without too much trouble." Spoke the Brit.

"Jones, Kirkland. To your seats." Spoke the elderly teacher as he stepped into the room while closing the door.

The two left (Name) at her desk, lacking her homework and the essay paper that she worked so hard on. She sighed softly, glancing to see the football smirking in victory. At least their English teacher was a reasonable man. If she redid the homework and reprinted her paper, he would take it up for credit. She just had to make sure to talk to him when her bullies were around.

After the homework was taken up, the teacher went to his desk. "Well class, as it would seem I have a meeting to go to..." He spoke, gathering up his papers and placing them into his bag. He looked around the room and the students in their seats. "Miss (Last Name), you're in charge. Make sure no one misbehaves." He added before leaving the room.

(Name) swallowed dryly. She stayed in her seat, studying her work as other students got up from their seats and conversed between themselves. Some voices were louder than others, some voices being those of the captains, the German, and the French teens.

"Why he would put someone as useless as (Name) in charge of everyone else, is beyond me." Spoke Ludwig, his arms crossed over his chest.

"That's because she sucks up to the teachers in every class they take. They have no choice but to pay her back for everything." Added the American.

The French boy laughed. "Come now, Alfred. Surely teachers know better than to let an unattractive skank suck up."

The next laugh came from the bushy browed Brit. "Francis, for once you're actually making sense."

"I'm full of surprises, Arthur." Francis hummed. "But really. Even I know better than to try and be nice to a bitch like that."

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(Name) left the English room, brushing off all the insults that were thrown her way. She didn't question the fact, but everything was said because they knew that she could hear every word.

The girl walked down the hall, clenching her binder close, keeping her head down. She had hoped that by doing this, she wouldn't be so much of a target to her attackers.

Of course, the keen red eyes of the oldest of the German brother spotted her. "So, from what I hear, you took my younger brother's seat in home room."

(Name) kept her head down, hardly meeting his gaze. "In home room, there aren't any seating arrangements. So really... It's not his seat..." She spoke softly.

"Und yet, you still didn't bother getting up for him." Replied the albino. "Meet me during lunch, we'll sort this out the usual way."

Oh please no, not the usual way...

"Whatever you want..." She mumbled.

The German smirked, walking away, but not hesitating to push (Name) out of his way and into other students, who knocked her back into the middle of the hall.

(Name) hated the usual way. It was cruel of her attackers, the classic game of cat and mouse. Of course... It was the cat who didn't eat their kill. It was the cat that would play with their catch. Beat it around, play with the body, and leave it to decompose.

The worst part, (Name) had no one to confide to. She could try going to the teachers, but that would only anger her attackers. Even if she went to the relatives of her bullies, nothing would happen. Nothing ever did.

She couldn't tell her brother. It would only bounce back at him. Their parents would question why he didn't do something about it sooner. After everything Louis had done for her, how could (Name) make more trouble for him?

She truly was alone. No one to help her. No matter what she did, no one would listen. No one would try to help her.

That's how it should stay, I guess. Staying alone like this is probably for the best.