Hetalia x reader musical AU

Beautiful

(Y/N's) POV

'First day of school, what a bummer.' You thought to yourself as you walked through the halls of Westerburg. You go to open your locker and remembered that it's your senior year! You take out your diary and begin to write.

September 1st, 1989. Dear Diary: I believe I'm a good person.

Ya know, I think there's good in everyone, but here we are first day of senior year.

I look around at all these kids I've known all my life and I ask myself: What happened?

You walk down the hallway and see the other kids shouting at each other.

Freak! Slut! Burnout! Bug-eyes! Poser! Lard-ass!

You sigh to yourself and think about the good old days. "We were so tiny, happy and shiny, playing tag and getting chased."

Others: Freak! Slut! Loser! Shortbus!

You pass them by and ignore the shiver you got, like someone was watching you and continue on . "Singing and clapping,laughing and napping,baking cookies, eating paste."

"Bull-dyke! Stuck-up! Hunchback!"

"Then we got bigger. That was the trigger, like the Huns invading Rome -"

You bump into a smaller kid and apologize "Sorry!" The kid ignores you and runs off into the hallway.

You sigh for the tenth time today and continue walking and writing.

"Welcome to my school,This ain't no high school:

This is the Thunderdome.Hold your breath and count the days,we're graduating soon."

"White Trash!" The people behind you start shouting as well, everyone seemed on edge today, you didn't know why.

College will be paradise, if I'm not dead by June! You grab the nearest desk in your first class and sit down.

You sigh, "But I know, I know, life can be beautiful. I pray, I pray for a better way. If we changed back then,we could change again.We can be beautiful..."

A jock trips over a kid in glasses. "OW!"

You smile to yourself "Probably not today." You get up from your desk and walk over to the kid. "Are you okay?" He stares at you and frowns "Get away you nerd!"

He gets up by himself and walks to his desk. "Freak! Slut! Cripple! Homo! Homo! Homo!"

You frown a little and shake your head. "Things will get better, soon as my letter comes from Harvard, Duke, or Brown. Wake from this coma,take my diploma,then I can blow this town. Dream of my ivy-covered walls and smoky French cafes..."

You run into Prussia (Gilbert) and he turns around, and gives you an annoyed look. "Watch it!" he yells at you.

You scowl at him and continue walking back to your desk while he follows you. You try to calm yourself. "Fight the urge to strike a match and send this dump ablaze!"

You manage to reach your seat as soon as Gilbert 'spills' his drink on you. You sit there in shock while the other students laugh. Gilbert lowers himself on the desk so he meets your eyes. "Oooops. Sorry frau."

You stand up in your seat and glare at him. "Gilbert Beilschmidt, this is your third year as linebacker. And eighth year of smacking lunch trays and BEING A HUGE DICK. Get over yourself!"

He frowns and stands up. "What did you say to me skank?!"

You walk out of the room and say "NOTHING!"