Don't Judge A Girl By Her Country

The Surprisingly Kind Italian!

A large field surrounded me. Being too short to see over the oversized grass, I made a beeline in a random direction, hoping to find an exit. But, the farther I walked, the larger the area became. I seemed to walk for hours on end, but I could never escape the maze.

Though, with each step I took, it felt like a new bone in my body was being cracked, causing me to whimper in pain. And as I kept walking, a new part of the field was set aflame, and eventually, I was surrounded in fire. I tried to keep moving, but the past memories of my dealings with fire finally got to me. I fell to my knees, sobbing as I rocked back and forth in fear.

I wanted to go home. I wanted to be back home in Otharia, surrounded by my culture and my citizens. I wanted no more wars. I never wanted to smell the scent of smoke ever again. I never wanted to step foot in Japan again, not meaning to offend Kiku. The past few years, I have only felt sadness, fear, and regret. I continued to cry, surrounded in flames, and covered in scars.

"Y/n"

"Y/n"

"Y/n"

"Y/n."

"Y/n."

My eyes snapped open when my name was repeated. I darted out of my bed and to a sitting position. I looked around the room, only for someone to grab me by shoulders, though in a comforting way. I stopped struggling and sat still, letting the tear stains on my cheeks dry out.

"Shh, it's okay." The person had said. As soon as they had realized that I had calmed down, they released me from their hug and stood up, retreating from my bed, allowing me to finally see who it was.

"Romano?" I asked, rubbing my eyes with my hands.

"Sí chica." He responded as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Who knew you could be so kind and comforting." I joked as I stood up and began grabbing my uniform to change into.

"Zitto." He told me to shut up, looking away with a scowl on his face. I only chuckled before shooting him out of my room so I could change my clothes, able to finally walk without my crutches, but still with my large boot on my foot.

After dressing and brushing my hair, I hobbled out of my room and into the living room, where the grumpy italian was waiting for me, holding my bookbag in his grip, which it swung over his shoulder.

"Hurry up, idiota ragazza." He huffed. "La borsa è pesante." (Your bag is heavy.)

"Patetico." I chuckled at his frustrated expression after I said that. The car ride to Ouran consisted of only insults, arguments and lots of playful yellings. Despite how frustrating he is, Lovino is practically a brother to me. As is Feliciano. Majority of the major countries are like family to me.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when the car came to a halt. "Let's go Y/n." Lovino said. I simply nodded and exited the car in a daze, my face expressionless. I walked next to Lovino, who had closed the car door behind me. We walked side by side, a scowl adorning his features, while I went unreadable throughout the day.

Despite the Host club's attempts, they could not break me, but their determination only further irritated my Italian companion. Especially during lunch.

I sat down at a small table that was distant from the other, crowded tables. Romano sat across from me, and immediately began eating his lunch. I rested my head in the palm of my hand as I boredly pushed my food around in the plate that it rested in with a fork.

"Why aren't you eating?" He asked me.

"I'm just thinking." I said in a monotone voice while taking a bite of my food.

"Is it those citizens?" He asked, referring to the club. I boredly nodded.

"Why do you even continue to attend this school? You only came here to study the life of humans and because your boss wanted you to take a breather from the government. You can go back to Otharia now." He told me, setting his eating utensils down.

"Li sto ancora studiando. E... Non so proprio perché sono ancora qui.." I replied. (I'm still studying them. And... I really don't know why I'm still here.)

"Va' a casa. Non hai niente qui. Ti sta solo facendo passare l'inferno." (Go home. You have nothing here. It's just putting you through hell.)

I only stayed silent and continued to poke at my food. Despite how hungry I was, I had lost my appetite the second I stepped foot on campus. In the distance, I could hear some girls talking to each other. I heard them mention my name, so I took that as my cue to exit the lunch room.

I stood, and said "Andiamo," before throwing my uneaten food away and exiting. Lovino, as soon as I had said 'let's go,' quickly stood and followed suit. I could feel multiple eyes on me as I walked out, giving off a confident aura, but felt no confidence.

Unconsciously, Lovino had walked a few steps ahead of me. Which, if attempted, allowed us to be easily separated. Which, an upperclassman had taken to his advantage. He made a beeline in between me and Lovino and pushed me into a wall.

"You think you are so awesome! You think your are so much greater than us, don't you?" He growled.

"W-what?" I asked in confusion, but I stayed emotionless.

"You and your posse just love to make it a living hell for guys like me, don't you? Taking our girlfriends."

"Listen-" I tried to talk to him, but he didn't stop.

"You took my girlfriend and you seduced my sister! So I'm going to make an example out of you." He growled, a flame of anger, jealousy, and many other emotions burned in his eyes. He took a bundle of my shirt in his grip as he lifted me an inch from the ground and pressed me against a wall, with his other hand raised, balled in a fist. He pulled back, but I did nothing. I only stared at him, no emotion present.