Miraculous Ladybug x reader x Hetalia

Chapter 6

"I-I'm sorry!" I said brushing myself off, "I didn't mean, too! Honestly! I wasn't looking where I was going!"

I offered my hand down to the angry person on the ground.

"Well, maybe next time you should!"

Upon seeing who it was my eyes widened.

I felt a wave of nervousness wash over me, oh gosh, I'm so dead.

"Maybe you should look where you're going next time!" I flinched at the yell as my hand was slapped away.

"I... I didn't mean, too," I said softly.

Eyes pierced and drilled holes into my body, icy cold anger in those eyes made me lower my head slightly.

I never wanted to draw attention to myself.

Good job, (Y/n), I thought bitterly to myself, you just tackled Chloé.

"Hey, leave her alone!" Alfred jumped in, his blue eyes stared at Cholé.

No matter, what I have been through, even if we were fighting, Alfred has always had my back.

He always stands up for me, I look at the tall American male, his eyes glanced at me, and he sent me his signature "hero smile."

He's one of my closest friends.

"She's/he's the one who tackled me," Cholé snapped.

Then something I didn't see happen.

Destiny jumped in, "So what? He/She said it was an accident! He/She even offered to help you up!" Her ice-blue eyes cut deep into Cholé.

Alfred and I stared at her, "Destiny," we both hissed.

The black-haired female blinked and hid behind Alfred embarrassed.

Cholé- who had narrowed her eyes went to say something but was cut off by a very salty Croatia aka Senka Ivanovic.

Who is here... at school. 5 days early. Just to piss off Germany.

Figures.

The dark brown hair female snapped at her, "Well at least he/she had the decency to say sorry! Unlike somebody, I know! He/She said sorry, he/she tried to make it better! But you decided to take my thing and be salty! I don't feel bad, next time I'll be the one to body slam you! Maybe it will teach you a lesson!" Her hazel-Green eyes flares, "The lesson to stop being such a stuck-up, self-centered, two-faced, plastic asshat!"

"Shut up, you Slovenian!" Cholé snapped.

Senka gasped, the fire in her eyes burned more fiercely, " I'm from Croatia! I'm Croatian! How dare you call me a Slovenian?!"

This continued a little bit, I tuned them out. Senka seemed to get more and more pissed each time Cholé opened her mouth.

This can not be good.

Finally, something dawned on me.

We can't let our emotions go too wild.

Croatia can't be doing what she's doing.

"Senka!" I finally stepped in, "That's enough, we don't need to make this worse."

Cholé almost responded, but the bit- child-friendly (Y/n)- the teen was soon distracted when she caught sight of Adrien...