Bullies!Hetalia X Bullied!Reader

Bullies!Hetalia X Bullied!Reader Ch 2

Bullies!Hetalia X Bullied!Reader

Chapter 2

Who are you?

(Name) sat through study hall in the library, sitting quietly while the tall Russian sat behind her, poking the back of her head with the tip of his pen. Of course, he was bugging her to work on homework for his classes. Across from her, the Chinese young man was grumbling as to why he had to sit near her.

"Ivan, why do you even bother touching that thing?" He asked, looking up from tapping his pencil on the table.

"Well Yao, it's kind of like cattle driving." Explained the Russian, his violet eyes gleaming brightly. "You need to make sure they work the way you want them to by pushing their hardest."

"Huh. I never thought of it like that." Yao admitted, resting his up chin on the palm of his hand.

Ivan chuckled at his friend. "I mean, if there's something to use, you need to make sure that you use it to it's limit."

(Name) bit her lip as she finished his homework for the next day. She took the paper out of her binder and handed it to Ivan. "There."

Ivan smiled happily, taking the paper and folding it, placing it into his pocket. "Thank you~ Don't forget about the others, or else~" he spoke happily, his eyes gleaming menacingly.

Gulping, the girl nodded in reply. "Y-yes..."

"Hmm... Maybe I should get her to start doing mine." Yao said, watching as Ivan's demeanor changed back to its normal form.

"I don't think I can allow that." He replied with a laugh.

Yao frowned, puffing out his cheeks. "How come?"

"Because, she might forget to do mine."

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(Name) rubbed the back of her head, waiting and hoping for the throbbing to stop. Ivan needed to switch back to ball-point pens, his fountain pens were too sharp to be poking the back of her head.

In between the first two classes of the day and the rest, World Academy allowed a break for students to get snacks from the cafeteria, and let them have those ten minutes to relax with friends.

For (Name), she would spend those ten minutes in agonizing wait, wondering if she would be attacked. When she wasn't on the run from any of her bullies, she would text Louis.

Sadly, with his trial going on, his phone was off.

So (Name) was left to wander the halls to her next class, hoping to God that she wouldn't run into anyone.

But when your head is down all the time, you're bound not to see someone.

"Ah!"

A voice exclaimed softly as (Name) ran into a person. She heard the soft thud of the person falling to the ground. She glanced up in fear, the fear deepening when she saw the glasses, blond hair, and bright blue eyes.

"I-I'm so sorry, h-here, let me help you up!" She fretted, holding a trembling hand out to her bully.

"A-ah, it's okay... Really." The voice spoke softly. A hand gently took hers, and with her little strength, (Name) brought him to his feet.

Several things about this person caught (Name) off guard.

He was quiet.

He wasn't yelling.

He wasn't yelling at her.

And he looked like Alfred F. Jones.

"Excuse me... But I haven't seen you around before." Spoke the soft spoken male as he brushed himself off. "It's probably rude of me to ask, but Who are you?"