Monster [Hetalia x Insane!Reader]

Unremembered

~4 months later~

A large amount of time had passed since the dreaded bathroom incident, yet it replayed itself constantly in your mind, as if insisting for you to remember it. No matter what you were doing, or what you were thinking, it remained with you like a ball and chain. Sometimes, at night, you sweared you could still see the silouhette of the pocketwatch hanging from your ceiling and lazily swirling back and forth. Ticking noises would be a common sound in your dreams.

Today was the dreaded Valentine's Day. Some girls giggled like they were still in grade school, searching their lockers for a sappy love letter from the Prince Charming two homerooms over. You just shook your head, knowing that there was a very slim chance that those relationships would last more than a week and a half.

You walked up to your locker, bowing your head down and reaching your hand up to your slightly rusted combo lock. Scrolling your finger in a circular motion, you snapped the thing off then flung back the door, only for a something to flash past your eyes and flutter down to your feet.

Bending down, you pinched it between your index finger and thumb, pulling it up to your face. It was a pink piece of paper, folded up and kept that way by a silk red ribbon. Your finger smoothly undid the knot in the ribbon, them slowly opened it up.

"Je t'aime, [name]" you read the words aloud.

"Oui~" a voice with an accent fitting the language almost made you spring through the ceiling. It was no other than Francis Bonnefey, the French native boy who had moved to your town at the beginning of the school year. He fit the French stereotype, dating women just to get into their pants.

You felt a pair of burning warm hands shift toward your shirt for an embrace, but you shoved the perverted Frenchman away.

"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME, YOU PRICK!"

You darted away, leaving a group of Bonnefoy's fangirls in shock and disgust. You bashed the bathroom door open with your elbow, then vanished into a stall. You pulled out your phone. 34 texts, 29 from Alfred and 5 from Alfred. There were two reasons why you had said no to Francis: the first being that he was a complete pervert....

.....and the second being that he didn't seem to notice that you didn't exist.

Reading over the list of the four or five contacts you had, you nodding your head with your mind made up.

"Goodbye." you whispered as your phone shattered into a myriad of pieces onto the bathroom floor.