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

The Fall

Two weeks ago, a promise was made.

Two weeks ago, a promise was broken. You stare at your phone, waiting for that one call. The one that says "He's okay, you can see him."

The call wasn't coming. Why won't they just tell me? It's my fault. Maybe that's why. Maybe they don't want to ever see or hear from you again.

Your relationship was short lived, but you had loved every second. Now, even if Lukas did survive, you could never look at each other the same way again.

TWO WEEKS AGO

"Hayyyyyy, Wednesday. Vanna show us vhats under zhat skuuuurrt?"

"Oui."

"I'll give ya a dollar."

"Hey ragazza, just comply. They're drunk."

The BTT (excluding Lovi) had arrived at the Y drunk a while after you and Norway had your *coughcough* moment, and were asking you to flash. Norway of course was angry, considering that you were now dating, and jumped down from the ledge.

"Stay off of (name)." The drunks laughed loudly as you also got down from the ledge, sharing a somewhat worried glance with Romano.

"Oy, bastards. Let's get you home. Take a bath, go to sleep." The three failed to regard Lovino, though they heard him very well. Lukas's brow twitched, though his face was emotionless.

"Stay away from her."

"Vhy should ve do zhat?" Gilbert stepped closer to your boyfriend, brandishing a knife.

"LUKAS! JUST GO HOME!" You cry out desperately.

"Not until they regret what they've done."

"This isn't your fight. It's mine."

With shaking hands, you step over the knife-wielding drunk, and grab his arm.

"Please stop."

The knife was lowered slowly, but suddenly there was a slash in your skirt and a small gash in your leg. You didn't even cringe. You just looked at him, eyes calm, and strength unwavering.

"Gilbert. Please, stop."

"Onhonhon, we don't want to!" France picks you up from behind and you try to kick him.

"Kesese, nice panties, (name)!" you blush and put your legs down, not realizing you were exposing yourself.

"(Name) has done what you wanted. Leave her alone, you sick bastards."

"Lukas, I told you to stay out of it. Go home. Now." The sternness in your voice shocked him, surprised you could be so forward.Finally, he steps away and leaves the playground. You also turn away, but end up in a headlock from Antonio.

"You still haven't satisfied us, chica!"

"All you wanted was to see up my skirt, which somehow happened! Lay. Off."

The three began to chuckle as Francis whispered something to Romano, making him grin. He steps over to you, still being held.

"Ah, ragazza. You don't a even know what a you've gotten your self a into."

He whispered this into your ear and presses your lips together, causing you to freeze as he forces your mouth open with his.

"EEK!" You shout and bite down on his tongue when you feel what remained of your skirt being pulled down.

"Fusosososo, chica doesn't like this. Too bad!"

AUTHORS NOTE: I finally updated! in the meantime, I got over fifty views! I'm in the sixties now, thank you so much! also, cliffhanger because in addition to not updating like a bitch I don't say what happens like a bitch! Don't worry, though! I love you guys!