Living with... Nations? (Hetalia)

Girls Are Too Much Drama

That afternoon, Germany had to pick me up. He told me in the car that, starting tomorrow, I would need to walk to school. He also said that Russia was "busy" and wouldn't be at home.

All he got from me was a silently halfhearted nod in response.

Something was up with me, he knew.

He drove off and as soon as we were home, I ran up to my room and locked the door, jumping into the bed and hugging my knees, trying so hard not to cry.

I couldn't let them win.

I wouldn't.

I suddenly remembered thinking that one night when I was six...
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It was just a week after mommy's funeral and my father had just chugged a bottle of whiskey.
He walked towards me with his leather belt, yelling about how it was all my fault.
He ripped my pants down and slapped the belt at me.
I shut my eyes and tried to ignore the intense burning and stinging sensation.

I refused to cry out, thinking, "I won't let him win! I can't let him win!"
I eventually did. My lower back and butt were bruised for several weeks, but I had kept quiet.
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I hugged my knees tighter and started to cry, letting the flashbacks and memories flow as easily as the regretable tears.

I let what the girls at school had said sink in.

I was stupid. I was an immiture brat.

.... Estonia did deserve better...

Not that the other girls knew about nations. They just knew there was a cute, slightly-older boy named Eduard that had his eye on me.

Of course, the "princess" of the school, Charlene, had her eye on him.

I wiped my eyes and sniffled, looking up as Germany stepped in.

"Candy..." He walked over and pulled me into a tense but mostly loving with a hint of whoever-did-this-to-you-shall-die hug.

I buried my face into his muscular chest and released my pain in harsh sobs, ranting breathlessly.

It seemed like eternity before another, larger entity that smelled pleasantly of vodka and cologne hugged me from the other side.

Of course, by then I was just letting out sniffles and hitched breathing.
After a bit, my fathers pulled away. Ivan was the first to speak this time, the words rolling lovingly from his vodka scented lips.

"Candy, remember that we love you. Any time you need to talk, I am here."

Ludwig looked at him then me, saying softly but strictly, "Try not to cry. Crying is weak. Of course.... There are times when you must let some tears out. And we're here for when that happens."

I nodded a bit then wiped my eyes again just as I got a Skype call.

I opened my laptop and accepted it, greeted by Estonia's face.
"Tere, Candy~!"

My voice cracked slightly as I smiled and said, "Hey, Eduard." My fathers were gone now.

He frowned slightly, leaning closer to the screen.

"Candy, were you crying?"

I whimpered then nodded softly.

He looked down then back at me. I just so happened to notice his head was almost blocking out a Sailor Moon poster. And were those Star Trek figurines?

I blinked to refocus, hiding a laugh as he sighed

"I just wish I was there to help you...." He ran a hand through his hair.

I shook my head. "It's fine, really! Just knowing you cared enough to call makes me happy~"

He chuckled then frowned as his phone rang.

"Tere? Oh, see on teile, sir! Mida? Tööle nüüd?.... Ma olen Candy, küll... Ah! O-Okei!"

I watched as he spoke his native tongue then hung up.

"Sorry, Candy, my boss needs me! I will speak to you later! Bye!" He blew a kiss at the camera, which I shyly returned before hanging up and flopping back on to my bed.

There was a knock on my door and I heard a thick German accent.
"Candy, dinner ist ready."

I opened my mouth to reply the looked at myself. All those girls who had made fun of me were skinny and pretty and had big boobs, everything!

"Actually... I'm not feeling well..."
It wasn't a total lie, I assured myself. Crying so much had made my stomach hurt a bit. Besides, skipping a few meals now and then couldn't hurt!
... Could it?