Hetalia Oneshots

USA x Abused! R - End of Misery

⚠️ Trigger Warning ⚠️

This oneshot contains violence, so if you're sensitive, please read at your own risk!

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Please excuse any inaccuracies!

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The first meeting.

A bespectacled boy with dirty blond hair flew over the massive flight of stairs on his skateboard.

Landing perfectly on the ground with a thud, he squatted to absorb the impact. His skateboard sped towards a parked trailer just across him where a girl stood right in his path, talking to her friend.

"Watch out!" he shouted, startling the girl, but she didn't have enough time to move.

He collided into her and the trailer and his skateboard hit her ankles; the impact caused him to fall off his skateboard, and for the girl to frantically rub her ankles to rid them of the pain.

The boy groaned painfully as he sat up. The girl, whose pain had now reduced a little, went up to the boy and held out her hand.

"You okay?" she asked.

"I'm good," he smilingly took her hand and she pulled him up.

He dusted himself and looked around and found his glasses on the ground, broken. He picked up the glasses and showed them to her, chuckling.

"Not my glasses, though,"

She smiled at him, "Take care of yourself,"

"I'll try," he grinned.

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The second meeting.

Summer vacation was out, and school started. It was the first day of senior year and you walked in with your best friend, Katyusha. Unlike most teens, you were actually happy to be there.

Both of you collected your timetables and sat next to each other in the first class like you always did. Katyusha was chatting with you about her summer and you listened. While you did, your eyes were drawn to the door as three blond boys walked in. Out of the three, you recognized one of them.

Oh, it's that skater boy.

It was indeed the same skater boy who collided into you in the skate park while he performed a stunt. He was dressed in a baseball jacket, loose jeans, and a white crew neck tee. He had a different pair of glasses; it looked like he had gotten a new pair.

He was laughing with the two other boys as they stood by the door, scanning the classroom to figure out where to sit. As he looked, he saw you and his eyebrows rose up in recognition.

He immediately pointed near your seat and the other two just shrugged and went along with it. You felt your heart stop. Were he and his boys going to sit near you?

He quickly strode over to the seat in front of yours and without the slightest hint of shyness, said,

"Hey! You remember me?"

"Skater boy," you replied, smiling cautiously.

"It's actually Alfred," he laughed, "But I like that nickname,"

"You twat, you chose this place so you could talk to a girl?" griped one of the blonds with thick brows and a British accent. The other wavy haired blond said something, but he wasn't audible.