Dying!Reader x Prussia || ✔️

Unconcious

THERE IS SOME SWEARING, BUT IVE CENSORED IT. PLS DONT REPORT MEH.
KEYS:
(y/n) your name
(f/n) friends name
(P/n) pets name
(F/L) foreign language you're learning/ want to learn
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beep! You have one new message.
you roll across your somewhat neatly made bed, wincing as the scar across your shoulder rips slightly.
​​hey (y/n)? Just letting you know, classes have been cancelled. You can stay home today.
"uuuggghhhhh" you stretched, feeling the muscles loosen. What a great day it is. Cloudy with a chance of rain. If im lucky, I won't bump into any of *those* people.
you brush your teeth and do your morning routine - put breakfast in the thermomix, stretches, a workout, a quick sprint around the block, and return to the freshly brewed coffee and thick porridge.
throwing on your 'dark set' - black jeans, black vans and black and white hoodie which resembled a Prussian flag - you quickly grab some concealer, covering up a bruise.
"Oh. It's running out." You say "I'll grab some on the way to the shops, I'm going to get toothpaste anyways"
you hop on your skateboard, riding to the shops in record time. Leaving it by the bike rack, you pop inside the chemist, grabbing a toothpaste tube and a box of makeup - mostly concealer, but also some powder and remover - and head to the cashier.
"hello, just these today."
she nodded, and scanned your items.
"$5, miss."
you pull out a note from your wallet, and give it to the cashier.
"here you go, thanks!"
you exit the place, carrying the stuff in your backpack. As you skate down the street, your eyes land on that familiar group of brunettes and blondes, and you tense up.
​​​​​​​oh f*** no. How. Why. You could've given me one bloody day without meeting those people.
​​​​​​​you put on a burst of speed, and push past, but not before one of them sees you.
"OI! LOOKIT! ITS OUR LITTLE PLAYTHING!" A blonde boy with clear blue eyes laughs (no this isn't Alfred you guys can relax)
before you could think, they've rounded you up, and cornered you. Again.
​​​​​​​sigh. As if school wasn't bad enough. Now I have to deal with them outside too?
​​​​​​​you grab your skateboard, and hold it like a spear. Before they could get to you, you charged, stabbing your way out.
​​​​​​​WHY DO THEY HANG OUT IN SUCH BIG F*****g GROUPS??!
​​​​​​​one of the girls grab your hair, which was just growing out from the hacked off bits they did. You yell in pain as you're forcefully tugged back.
"well, we're gonna hafta punish ya reaall bad, riiight? You knocked over poor (f/n)!" This time it was a brunette speaking.
What?! (F/n)?!
​​​​​​​you scan the crowd, falling into pieces as you spot someone that was indeed, (f/n)
a fist collided with your jaw, and you barely had time to react before another foot hit your ribs. A knee met your back, and you crumbled to the ground. Your tormentors attacked you over and over again, not even bothering to squat down to use their fists. A flurry of kicks met your head, and you coughed up blood before a hazy red screen washed over your sight.
"S***! SHE PASSED OUT!"
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THANKS SO MUCH FOR READING AAAA IM A TERRIBLE WRITER
PLS ENJOY
THANKS
CatsGoBLEEUURG OUT
HAHA HETALIA IS CONFUSINGLY LIKE DO I SAY THE NATION NAMES OR THE HUMAN NAMES OR SOME RANDOM NICKAME?
​​​​​​​Ehm bye t('-'t)