In a world where when you turn 18 you stop aging until you find your soulmate. Poor Feliciano has waited a century Based off something I saw on tumblr

Arthur Kirkland isn't your typical sixteen year old boy. He's unnoticed. A ghost among a crowd of people. And when people do notice him, they use his heart as a toy, something to be played with once or twice. So what happens when these games push young Arthur over the edge? Find out in, "Hey Class President", a Hetalia USUK fanfiction.

He bullies you, but does he really mean it?