(Oneshot) You let your (h/l), (h/c) cover your face as you looked down. You shuffled past people meekly in the hallway, as you were too shy to even try and say anything to any of them. Some of them noticed you, but most of them didn't. You frowned as someone bumped into your arm, pulling it away from the books that you had just gotten from the library. You sighed and knelt down to pick them up. 'I wish they wouldn't do that...' You thought sadly, gathering the books back up into your arms and standing up, trying to fade once more into the crowd. As more and more people left the hallways, you found yourself relaxing and sighing in relief. You loved it when there weren't that many people around. You liked people, but they tended to be a little cruel. Even unintentionally. (I don't own you, Hetalia, Canada, or the picture. I own the storyline)
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