A bunch of hetalia oneshots/ drabbles i guess?

Lovino 2

"What is wrong with you? Why are you so nasty to me?" Mrs.Bower said. And for Lovino that was cutting it close. He had almost blown his lid.

"I'm tired," was all he said hoping she could hear the exhaustion in his voice. But for some unknown, forsaken reason, she had the audacity to reply.

"You have no reason to be tired. You don't do anything else," she condescended.

Lovino had finally had enough. The rage that had been brewing inside had finally let itself out.

"I'm tired because I have to deal with a condescending bitch who thinks that my education revolves around her fucking class. I'm tired because you think that you can fucking insult me and say shit like 'I'm only joking' and that somehow makes it o-fucking-kay. I'm tired because you see me as another fucking dollar sign that goes straight into your pocket. I'm tired of you thinking that you know me and think I put on this front, when in reality I hate you. You have literally made me think of dropping out. I try so hard to make myself come to this class and try to have a semi-decent time but I realized I fucking can't because I have to deal with you. So don't ever go around thinking that you are a fucking benevolent deity when I could easily relate you as the equivalent to Hitler if he were a teacher. I can't even compare you to Hitler, or Stalin, or Satan because that would be rude, to Hitler, Stalin and Satan. My God you have the nerve to say I don't do things when I easily can list you six other teachers who would beg to fucking differ. Not only that I also have to go home do chores, take care of the pet and make sure everything is in order before I even get started on hours of homework that I apparently 'don't have' because in your egocentric brain you think that everyone else's is optional and yours is absolutely mandatory, and if we don't do it we are the equivalent of a murderer. But go ahead, say that you care when you obviously don't care that I barely get an hour of sleep because I also have a job that I have to go to and that's when I do homework. In an actual fucking broom closet where there is only a lightbulb that seemingly has lasted from the 1950s until now, and it flickers constantly. So, yeah. I do have a reason to be tired," Lovino finished. The entire class was silent. It was as if they couldn't process what he had said, the manner in which he said it, or who he said it to. Lovino's cheeks were red, his ears were ringing with alarm bells, and there were tears threatening to spill out of his overflowing eyes. Fiery hazel eyes battled with stone cold blue eyes. The teacher looked as if she had been slapped in the face by a plebian when she was an aristocrat, which honestly would have been an easier pill to swallow.

"I'm calling security to come and remove you.The behavior that you have just exhibited is absolutely appalling. How dare you say such horrible lies. H-" she was soon cut off by Lovino.

"I didn't say anything that wasn't true," and with that declaration, he grabbed his things and left. The entire class let out a stream of thunderous applause and whistles, and had a newfound respect for their sarcastic, unfiltered classmate.