Bully! Hetalia x Girly! Reader - The Only One

"Out the way, motherfuckers, we got shit to do!"

I felt myself get shoved- and then tugged. My body tried to wriggle free, and it was after a hard tug when I realized someone was trying to tear off my backpack.

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I turned and saw a whirl of brown and white hair, matched with fuming green and red demonic eyes.

Fuck a duck, what were they doing?! My arms immediately clasped around my backpack, to which I pulled to my chest, before trying to duck.

I could still feel their hands grabbing away at it, but I had to face the truth- I, a small, inactive girl, couldn't really fend off two 6' feet giants.

"Let go!"

I only grasped tighter. Then my heart dropped. The backpack was no longer in my loving arms but in the gruff hands of Antonio and Gilbert.

I lunged and missed. Antonio even tripped me! I could hear everyone laugh...

"H-hey, that's mine!" Stumbling up, I attempted to grab- I don't know what, but I missed anyway.

Gilbert whistled, and the center of the hall cleared, leaving a perfectly clear escape route... Oh fuck...

"Not anymore!" The Spanish rat laughed, the two bastards running off with my bag. Fuck... Fuck... Fuck!

There was no point in chasing after them- a single step after them, and the halls immediately closed up again, and my body was jostled farther, and farther away, until the white head and brown head disappeared around a corner...

All the while, laughter rang out in the halls, pitiful eyes staring at me. I was sure I was tearing up, but strangely enough, I couldn't cry. I don't know what it was, but a part of me turned gray. It was just a backpack dad bought me... with his hard-earned money...

I stiffened, and turned around, pushing the thought of the scandal out my head. They wanted a reaction. They wanted to see me cry, humiliate me.

No.

Exhausted, I decided to head to the bathroom in one of the halls, and reflect. I walked into the last stall and sat.

Was this really the diplomatic, international school I was sent to? Felt like something out a bullshit 抖阴社区 story... I reached into my pocket. At least my phone was still with me. I decided to shoot father a message.

It was meticulous, pressing every damn button to type out- "thanks dad" on the blocky phone, but I did it.

I heard the door swing open. A few girls began to whisper- in their native tongues, meaning I couldn't decipher anything.

"Y/n," Is one word I caught, though. In fact, it came up repeatedly, and one girl even began to mock my name in a chant. Then in English, they began to taunt me- as if I was there, which I was, but...

Girl A spoke. "She's just a big-shot. A small territory who thinks she'll be able to rule the world."

Another girl laughed. "Yeah, and she smiles too much... It's like she's hiding something."

"At least she's not as suspicious as Toris... He's such a crybaby pussy, and acts like a fag."

It was directed at poor Toris, but it brought me back to when Raine used to cry when her abusive aunt called her that. Through tears, she'd ask why people could say that. I didn't have an answer then, and still didn't now.

"Yeah, because he's dating that other fag- Felix, I think."

Why were people so cruel?

Whatever. I just stayed quiet, not wanting a confrontation. Anger wouldn't solve hate. Luckily, after a few minutes, they left.