Hetalia One-Shots [NOT TAKING REQUESTS]

Prussia x Reader

Narcissism

(I don't think the title of this matches what I wrote,but ok. I'm too lazy to change it lol)

You looked at your uncanny self in the dirt-stained mirror. You were an unruly mess. There was practically no way for someone to talk to you this way now, and of course even if they did, they would never pay any attention to the undignified you.

A sigh escaped from your lips as you proceeded to begin doing the unthinkable to others, you began to actually make yourself look clean and decent. Even if you hated everything and everyone, you did it anyway.

After about an hour of brushing your entangled hair, you somewhat made the tiniest of smiles to appear, but you being you, you quickly dismissed the smile, heading out into the world full of hypocritical people who do nothing but judge you.

You went to (High School Name), where people gape their mouths, looking at you. You hinted a sense of pride to them by slowly swaying your hips, but that didn't last long.

Up until now, you were trying to avoid anyone that has that abusive atmosphere about them, but there was this group of students who just so happens to block your way from your locker, diminishing every drop of confidence that swirls about you.

Your (Eye Color) eyes looked up to your rival, if you can call it that. He was an albino, the only albino in that school. Anyway, his piercing red eyes bore into your dull ones. A smirk etched across his face, his snow white hair complementing his eyes. You shuddered lightly, letting the fear run through you.

"Vell, vell," he spoke. You had forgotten, he was German, as well. "Look who ve have 'ere! A pazetic little girl!" His German accent colliding with the English words made it sound like he was a madman, but everyone understood him.

You quickly averted your gaze to something more interesting like your shoes. You bit the inside of your lip. This was wrong, but you never had the nerve to speak up to anyone.

"Are jou going to speak?" You could practically hear the smirk in his voice. Deciding that you don't want to deal with him anymore, you turned around to go to your class but he grabbed you by the forearm. Waves of panic and shock shot through you, leaving you feeling cold from fear.

You were suddenly jerked back, turned around, and now facing this albino freak. He lowered his face so that you could see him close-up.

"Vhat do jou zink jou are doing, zinking jouare better zan me. I'm zhe best! Not jou!"

The first thing that popped up into your mind was: Narcissist.

You jutted out your lower lip into a pout and lightly smack him. You didn't feel right for hurting people, either, which made you the target of everyone, but you didn't care, at least that's what screamed on the outside, but on the inside, you were terribly hurt.

Now was not the time for you to cry.

The albino began to laugh as he let go of you, walking away with his friends, bragging about how awesome he was. You gave out a relieved sigh. The bell rang, which made you jump, because you were late, again.

--- Time skip brought to you by the snow ---

It had been months, two to be exact, and the constant bullying has been getting more and more intense. You came home with bruises everyday, but you do your best to hide them from your parents. They wouldn't have minded anyway since they were too busy with their jobs or with your baby brother.

You lied on your bed, wondering about all that had happened. It wasn't much, but today had given you a concern.

The albino freak had given you more trouble, spreading rumors, knocking you over, stealing your lunch, everything. However, one deed caught your attention. He stood outside your locker waiting for you, or so you guessed, and as you came closer to him to put away your things, he starts doing the unthinkable.

"Come, I must show jou somezing." It was oddly peculiar that, of all people, he would show someone you like you anything. This didn't fail to make her nervous, however. Every bone in her body screams 'go back,' but she kept moving.

Gilbert, as the other girls call him, stopped at an isolated part of the school. He turned around and gazed at you with his eber piercing eyes. You gaped. You were scared and helpless.

Before you knew it, Gilbert grabbed both your hands and hovered them above you, pinning you against a wall. He let out heavy breaths as he still kept his glare. Your heart raced like mad, fearing the worst that could happen.

'He's going to rape me !' Your head screamed.

Gilbert moved closer to you and lightly pecked your lips. It was so surprising. It felt weird, too.

However, you were knocked out of your gaze when he started laughing. Confusion settled, then people began to appear, laughing as well. Tears began to swell as you ran away, back home.

That was where you are right now, home, lying in bed. You felt so terrible, so unenthusiastic.

"Why do everyone love him?" You asked yourself. Then, an idea popped in your little brain. It wasn't the best of ideas, but it was an idea.

You went down into the basement and dwelled there for a few hours.

General P.O.V

'Perhaps it was a little too cruel to do that to the girl, but heck it sure was fun.'

"Haha! It vas hilarious." He sneered to himself. Then, again, he did kinda feel bad for her. Briskly, he got up and decided to visit her place.

When he knocked, (Name)'s mother opened the door. Her eyes were red and puffy, but she let him in, and he didn't question it. He went inside and began upstairs to find (Name) without asking for your mother.

He burst into your room, but found you nowhere. However, he did see a note. He walked over to it, and read it.

To whom it may concern,

Really, whoever is concerned about me, thank you for reading this. So, it seams I have written a suicide note? I've written this several times to fit the situation I am in. Alright, let me get this started.
I want to say, mom, dad, thank you. I know you were busy, but I am truly sorry. I couldn't live anymore. Don't cry for me, be happy.
I have no friends.
I have no one.
It was best if I left. My brother wouldn't have enjoyed my depressed self.
Mom, next time you see Gilbert, tell him this:
I had grown a small attraction towards him. Even if he did bully me, he was the only one that saw me. For that, I'm truly grateful.
However, things got harder, and I felt my emotions twisting and turning, so, this is goodbye.
I love you, so much.

(Name)

That night, Gilbert never got any sleep.