School, or should I say hell? (Hetalia characters X Bullied!Reader

Back again...

(A/N! Hey lovelies! Oh wait nobody has seen this except me -_- anyway I'm updating early)

You wake up and blink for a moment. It's too early to be alive, you tell yourself but roll onto the floor anyway. The impact sends a wave of adrenaline through your brain along with a flash of pain from your side. Why does my side hurt? Oh yeah. The "BTT" I wish they would die.
Eventually, you part with the floor and get dressed. Today's ensemble has a bit of color, your tights are (favorite color), but the rest is black. The dress is slightly different, it's been traded for a black button-down top and a somewhat fluffy black skirt.

~time skip brought to you by my laziness~
Ah, the school. It's early and your favorite foursome has yet to arrive. You think, at least. You're proven wrong when you open your locker and see them in the little mirror you use to apply lip gloss. Hey, it helps you pretend you're pretty, even if you don't flaunt it. You don't even bother to get out your (color) cosmetic. You just shut your locker, look down, and start to walk. They shuffle behind you, you hear their feet. Finally, Antonio throws his textbook at you. It hits your head.
"Oops, I didn't hit hard enough." They laugh as you blink, your head a bit fuzzy.
"Maybe I can get her down!" Lovino exclaims, doing as Antonio did. You still walk.
"Stubborn bitch. This is how you do it." Gilbert throws his own book, hitting you on the neck, and you finally fall, holding your skirt so you don't flash.
"I win, pay up!" You hear them grumble as they hand Gilbert the money.

THIRD PERSON

(Name) just lays on the floor, her vision blurring. she wasn't passing out, no. She was... crying. For so long, she had either smiled or kept a straight face, usually the latter. She didn't have emotion at school. But now... now it's different. Since kindergarten she had been treated like a problem, but it had grown.
Sixth grade was when it all got worse.
"You're so dumb!"
"The only one that even thought that joke was funny is you."
"Who really cares?"
"You're so chubby."
The insults didn't reach her then, but seventh grade snapped the girl. She became emotionless, but cried herself to sleep every night. Despite her silence, she was called obnoxious. The only one that knew her feelings was her notebook.
"Lemme see that!" one day, somebody took it. Read it to the whole class. Every drawing stained with tears, every word tainted with sorrow. Made public.
"What a freak!"
"Give it back!" Tears threatened to spill as she reached for the book.
"Why? so you can write more about your stupid little life?"
(Name) just sat there, and finally ran to the bathroom. The bell rang, pulling the girl back to present day.

FIRST PERSON

"Get up, whore." I hear Francis practically shout at me while the rest just snicker. Then, he surprises me. He reaches his hand out, as if to help. I don't... no, I can't trust this. I just stay on the ground.
"Hey, we broke the toy!"
"I don't care, a missing program won't ruin a computer. There's still plenty of fun we can have with this thing." With that, a foot connects with my side, right where I fell yesterday. hell, it already hurts. What's a little more pain? I withstood the broken glass making scars in my arm last year, my attempt at coping and dying at the same time. Whatever.
"GET UP!"

(A/N! cliffhanger! this story isn't very good, but whatever. I will take requests for what you want to happen next. I need a way to add other characters.)