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You stare in anticipation. The bricks are perfectly aligned, the double doors perfectly centered. The students chatting. The only imperfection... you. You were a plain looking girl, a black dress, black tights, black combat boots. Your hair hangs limply, framing your face. You hadn't bothered to fix it much. Nobody would notice, so who really cared? Nobody.
As you lose yourself in thoughts of returning to this school today, the final first day, a figure creeps behind you.
"What's little Wednesday Addams doing?" That voice. Gilbert. You knew what follows, and look down.
"I am simply thinking." You mutter quietly. You can barely hear yourself. He and his friends call you Wednesday, due to your style of clothing. All black.
"Going to funeral?"
"Nah, she's just an emo."
"What an idiota ragazza." Francis, Antonio, and Spain's little brother, Lovino. You slowly walk away, but they follow. One has their hand on your shoulder, Gilbert. One grabs your waist, Antonio. Lovino does likewise from the other side as Francis whispers insults to you. You try to brush them off, but their holds grow tighter until they push you down.
"H-hey! I'm in a dress!" You scramble to pull your dress to where it covers you as they laugh and your cheeks turn a shade of red you didn't even know existed.
"What a whore, letting yourself be exposed." The four of them, also known as the Bad Touch Trio, although Lovi tagged along, finally walked away. The rest of your day is peaceful. Perfect.
At two thirty, you get to leave hell. Ahem, school. Peace.
"Mom? I'm home!"
"Okay. How was the first day?"
"Great!" your mother doesn't know about the BTT. She can't here the fake ness in your voice, which relieves you. You get to your room and sleep. Sweet, sweet sleep. No bullies, no fear, no school. You rest peacefully thinking you are alone.
"Only nine hours till I go back. Might as well sleep while I can."
YOU ARE READING
School, or should I say hell? (Hetalia characters X Bullied!Reader
أدب الهواةYou're in high school with the hetalia boys and girls. Some are asses, some are the best people you'll ever meet. Either way, it's still difficult.
