Living with... Nations? (Hetalia)

What is "Love"?

The next day, I skipped breakfast as well. My stomach was growling as I left my house to walk to school for the first time. I was so nervous!

The street we lived on was right in the middle of town with lots of large buildings and a park around us. The school was only a few blocks away and mornings were always busy around here.

I smiled a bit as I stepped into the school and made my way up to my locker. My smile slipped as I saw Charlene and her clique (read as scared followers) walking down the hall in my direction. I quickly ducked inside of my locker, pretending to be looking for something.

I cried out a bit as someone shut the door on my neck and I heard someone say, "Come on out, loser."

Charlene.

I whimpered softly as I pulled my head out and looked up at her.

"What do you want, Charlene?"

She smirked at me and snarled, "I just wanted to remind you of how much of a freak you are. You can't even read."

"I can read!" I retaliated, frowning.

"Tch. Barely. All you ever do is stutter and ask for help with 'big' words."

"No...! I-"

"Just face it," she said with a glare, "You're stupid. And your fag parents don't love you. They pity you."

Charlene's entourage laughed out dramatically as I teared up and slammed my locker door shut, storming off to class.

"Don't hurt your little brain, Candy!" Charlene yelled after me, laughing.

I sniffled and buried my face in my arms as soon as I reached math class. My head was starting to hurt and my eyes burnt from the tears. I felt so embarrassed... I was crying in class!

I heard a few whispers and maybe a laugh before there was a soft hand on my shoulder.

"Why don't you go see the guidance counselor?" I heard the voice of Mr. Joseph suggest.

I slowly got up, sniffling. He gave me a pass and directed me to a small office covered in motivational posters. It looked like a kindergarten classroom...

I looked at him questioningly and all he did was gesture for me to go in. I sighed and stepped in.

Inside, there was a small table and a desk with a woman who looked much too happy. And more posters... Oh, boy....

She smiled brightly at me and gestured for me to sit, to which I quickly complied.

I wiped my eyes and looked at the woman expectantly.

"So-Candy, right?-So, Candy... What brings you here?"

I sniffled a bit more and mumbled in reply, "I was crying in class... Mr. Joseph sent me down here..."

She gave a pouty frown.

"Why were you crying?"

"Just some stupid girl named Charlene.."

The wonan, whose desk nameplate declared her "Mrs. Reudiger", got out a sticky note.

"Charlene?" She questioned as she wrote.

I nodded in reply.

She then looked back up and smiled more.

"What happened between you two today?"

I sighed softly, "She shut my locker door on my head and called me names... She insulted my fathers..."

She frowned.