Let the World Sing; Hetalia Oneshot Book

Crybaby; Norway x Reader

Request by @HetaliaFanatic4ever  Happy reading!!

Oh college! What an excellent time to be alive! You don't have nagging parents telling you what to do. You can be friends with whoever you want. You can eat anything. And to top it all off, you are independent. Certain freedoms are opened up to you. All the crap in high school is behind you. Everything is great...

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For absolutely no one!

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Exams are always at your door. With freedoms come responsibility. You beg for your parents advice and rules. And you just want to stay in your dorm, eat ramen, and die. Why would you do that? Because you're flat broke of course! Honestly, bullying the smart girl was still the status quo was still a thing. Your name is (Y/N) (L/N) and you have been bullied nonstop since high school. Your brain couldn't comprehend why they acted that way toward you! You were smart and the average guy would say, 'she's cute,' from time to time. You didn't see the problem! You didn't do anything to the girls that bullied you nonstop! Nevertheless, there was always one thing that kept you from dying. 'What is that?' You ask. Easy, you cried yourself to sleep every night.

"Good morning Miss (L/N)! I see you're early to class again." Professor Michel proclaimed, with a genuine.

"Y-Yes sir! I just w-wanted to study in peace before the e-exam today." You answered softly, as you placed your binder and pencil sack on your work area.

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about the exams with your grades. You always get top marks!" He beamed, as a bright smile graced his wrinkled features. You returned a smile at his direction, the sat in your seat, "Hey! I heard transfer students were coming from the Nordic countries to learn about industrial trade. Maybe you can be friends with them."

You shook your head in disinterest, knowing the queen of the school wouldn't except that. You brushed off the thought and studied instead. Everything was quiet and tranquil. Most importantly, you had enough time know all the answers. When the bell rang, the test began. Like always, you knew all the answers and wrote them down on your test paper. After a couple of minutes, the bullying of the day begun, when the girls in the top row started throwing paper balls at you, with hurtful messages. You wanted to cry, but you had to stay... stronger the usual. When the bell rung, everyone turned in their papers and walked to their next classes; Unfortunately, the girls who threw paper balls at you during the test cornered you in a abandoned hallway.

"Hey you! You're the smart girl aren't you?" Eliza snarled, as a couple of the other girls started to giggle. Eliza was the prettiest and most popular girl in the school. Though she could pretty much do anything, she decided to make your life a living nightmare instead. You nodded at her question, hoping she would go away, but it was in vain. Eliza slapped you across your face and signaled her friends to start making fun of how pathetic you were. After a minute, you started to let soft sobs escape. This only fueled the bullying. They started pulling out all the stuff in your bag and vandalizing it. Next they vandalized your face with a marker. You tried wiping it off, but then you were kick to the corner of the hallway. Lastly, they described why you were human-trash. When they got bored, they left you to cry on your own. Before she left however, she turned to look at you, "Stay away from the new transfer students. They're mine, you stupid crybaby." After you picked up your belongings, you put them back in your bag. You started to walk to a crowded hallway, before someone shoved you to the ground. Your stuff went everywhere again, which made more tears stain your cheeks and smear the ink in different directions. As you started to pick up your stuff, someone else started to help you. With an surprised expression, you looked up to see a man around your age, with blond hair and indigo eyes, picking up the remainder of your supplies. When he looked at you, his expression turned into a shocked one. He was about to reach his hand toward your face, before you stuffed everything in your bag and ran off to the bathroom. As you looked in the mirror, you wondered who he was. Thoughts and ideas passed threw your head until you decided that he was one of the transfer students. After a couple of minutes of washing the ink off, you succeeded and decided to run to your next class. When you opened the door, the class's gaze was fixed on you.

"(Y/N)? Is everything okay? Why are you tardy?" Mr. Gordian questioned, crossing his arm in slight worry. You bowed 90 degrees and apologized for your tardiness, "Okay, just meet me after class. We'll talk about this later." A defeated look flashed over your face, before you looked around the room. Eliza was snickering to her friends in their row. Most of your classmates were giving you pity looks then... you saw his face. The guy, who helped you pick up your stuff was there, along with his guy friends of course. You felt a strong urge to cry.

"Oh! Are you going to cry your heart out, you crybaby?!" Eliza taunted, before her and her friends started laughing hysterically. More tears threatened to fall from your eyes, but you held it back, before taking your seat next to your friend Alfred. Classes went on as usual, until the day was finally over! You can go back to your private dorm and cry your feelings away. As you walked for the dorm, you heard someone run up to you. Not thinking to much about it, you continued to walk, until a finger tapped your shoulder.

"O-Oh?! It's y-you again. Thank you for helping me in the hallway. I-I wasn't looking where I was going." You apologized, giving him a faint smile.

"No, I'm sorry. I accidentally shoved you, because I thought you were another girl trying to hit on me. It's was my fault." He confessed, looking like he ran over a baby duck, "I want to make it up to you somehow. Would you like to go for coffee? I know a good coffee shop." He asked, rubbing the back of his neck without a single emotion drawn on his face.

"Um... That's nice of you and all, but I don't even know your name." You told, not knowing what else to say.

"My name is Lukas. Lukas Bondevik. What's your name?" He asked, as he gave a very faint smile. A blush crept on your cheeks before you answered.

"My name's (Y/N) (L/N). It's very nice to meet you Lukas. I would love to go for c-coffee with you." You answered shyly, looking at your feet. Before Lukas could say anything else, however, a guy with blond, gravity defying hair and piercing blue eyes ran up to Lukas and hugged him. After a moment, the guy looks at you then back at Lukas.

"hUhUh!!!" The blue eyed guy gasped, "Brother did you already find a girlfriend?!!" He asked. Lukas wasn't fazed by this and punched his brother in the face. Lukas continued to assault his brother, until three other guys came walking up Lukas.

"Oh dear! Did he make you mad again Lukas? You sure are aggressive today aren't you Lukas." The small, plain one commented, before the big guy nodded in agreement. The smallest one scoffed afterwards. 'Who... are these people?' You wondered, as you looked at all them. Anxiety started to reap at your soul the longer the boys argued. You were lost in thought until someone roughly grabbed your shoulder. You looked behind your shoulder to see Eliza and her friends, gazing at you with pure rage.

"You..." Eliza wheezed in anger. Lukas and his friends stopped fighting to look at Eliza death grip your shoulder. Pain slowly made it way from you shoulder to the rest of your body, "You little bitch! Getting close to the rich exchange student huh? Well that's a mistake you are never going to make again." She threatened, before she raised her hand to slap you. Tears cascaded down your cheeks, waiting for impact; However, it never came. Someone intervened.

'Lukas?' I thought, as I looked up to see Lukas get slapped by Eliza.

"What?! Why did you do that Lukas?!" Eliza asked, with a snarl. Lukas looked at her with a blank, yet scary expression that made her step a few ways back. After a moment, she ran off in the direction she came. Lukas turned around and gave you a faint smile.

"Will you go on that romantic date with me now, crybaby?" Lukas queried, as he gently smiled at you. This was going to by interesting...