Hetalia Oneshots

[ℝ] Russia - Stronger

Art by: penichiao_pechy (Twitter)

School.

It was the last place you wanted to be at.

It was supposed to be an enjoyable, safe place, where youngins like you could learn a thing or two, but unfortunately, your school had none of the above desirable characteristics.

Regardless, you had to go, because there was someone sponsoring you, since you had no family to depend on. It wouldn't be right to flat out waste the sponsor's money and not attend school...

... even if you were bullied, right?

Someone was being kind enough to pay for your education, and the least you could do was to go to school and learn something, right? Even if you wanted to do that, it was impossible to concentrate on anything.

People used to mistreat you, for no reason. They used to make fun of your hair, your clothes, your face, and what not, even though you thought you looked rather fine. They also pushed you around, did things to you that you didn't like, and even hit you.

School wasn't supposed to be a hell hole like this.

Clutching your books tight, you nervously stepped in the school and walked down the hallways, trying to ignore the scrutinizing and judging glares of others. Thankfully, without much problem, you were able to get to your locker.

You collected your books and made your way to class. On the way, your eyes fell on Ivan, a tall Russian boy. His hair was pale blond, his skin white like paper, and his eyes were a royal purple with a hint of blue.

He was quite a looker, and you've had a thing for him ever since you were a freshman. Besides his good looks, he was really sweet to everyone. You looked away, sighing in defeat, definitely sure that he didn't like you back.

Of course he wouldn't. You were such a despised person in school, he probably would've hopped on the bandwagon and hated your guts in secret too. There was no telling, so you made it a point to forget what you felt for him.

Suddenly, you tripped over what felt like someone's leg. All your books and papers scattered everywhere and you could hear the dreadful laughter of the other students who witnessed this.

"Loser!" one of them jeered as you picked yourself up, and went ahead to gather your things.

You only appeared to not care, but inside, you were crumbling down into bits.

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You felt a kick go right through your stomach, and a punch and slap go right across your face. You saw your books and papers fly in the air, along with your backpack.

The lopsided grins of your assaulters were etched on their faces upon the sight of you looking bruised and battered. Kicking you one last time, they said,

"Just go die!"

With that, they walked away, stepping all over your things, leaving you lying down in a secluded part of the school, alone with your thoughts. You wanted to get up, but it hurt too much to do so, so you lay there a little longer.

What did I do to deserve this? What wrong have I done? I am just attending school innocently, and this is what I get in return?

I'm so tired of this. I've had enough everything. Maybe I should just get a gun and send the people in this hell hole to their kingdom come. Yeah, that would be-

"They've done a good number on you, huh?" a familiar voice spoke.

Managing to force your eyes open, you saw Ivan standing there, with your backpack in hand. Your thoughts went running amok, wondering what he was doing here.