DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN YOU OR HETALIA!
You were the school geek. You had large, black, geek glasses, and your _(insert hair color here)_ hair was usually tied in a sloppy bun or ponytail. Today, you wore the usual tees-and-jeans, and held your textbooks close to youtrying to avoid all the many pair of eyes that looked at you.
"Hey, watch out, nerd!"
"Eeeew, get away from me!"
You kept walking. Trying to block all sounds, you kept walking. Then you ran. You looked at your feet as you did so. You hate to see people in their eyes. That's why you had the glasses. You felt like they somewhat protected you from the outside world, like the frame of a T.V. screen. Then you felt someone gently pull on your arm.
"Oh, Arthur! How are you?"
The blonde had worried looks in his emerald eyes. He was
your friend. You guys don't actually quite know each other. Arthur was kind, and had tried to protect you and comfort you from those annoying voices, but you just couldn't speak to him casually. He doesn't even know that your glasses are fake.
"Are you alright?"
"What do you mean, Arthur? I'm perfectly fine!"
"Then why are you
You felt a lump in your throat while you had tried to stutter something out. You were crying. The hot tears streamed down and you tasted a familiar salty liquid.
"Look here, guys, geek couples!"
You saw a large shadow over you and Arthur. Arthur had flipped his head around, face to face with the scariest bullies. Matthew Williams and Ivan Braginski.
"Pfft, what do you think, Ivan? Wanna beat the Brit up and steal the chick?"
"Why not, Matt?"
The Canadian had quickly cornered us between a wall and a row of lockers with his scary grin. Arthur had tried protecting you, even though he was shivering and moving awkwardly. The tall Russian had easily picked you up and carried you like a sack of potatoes.
"________! Y-youif you guys do something bad to her, I-I'll tell the principal!"
"Tattle-tale, huh? You freakin' piece of sh*t, let me beat you up!"
"Whoa, bro, whatcha doin'?"
All heads turned to the blue-eyed blonde, hands in his brown, leather jacket with the number "50" on the back. He stopped and glanced at you, giving out a look that couldn't be described.
"Hey, Alfred, I was about to punch the tea-lover and kidnap the geeky girl. Wanna help?"
"Awww come on, dude, Francis is waiting in the car! I was gonna throw up soon since he kept babbling on with some cr*p, let's go."
"You guys skip classes?!"
You quickly covered your mouth as the group had snarled at you, except for the American, keeping his eyes on the floor.
"Yeah, got a problem?"
You shook your head, scared that they might do something to you, and tightened your fist. The tall beige-haired man let you down and walked away towards the exit nearest to the parking-lot. Then the Canadian. Then at last, the American, quickly whispering in your ear.
"I'll make sure that won't happen again."
And? It didn't.