Bullies!Hetalia X Bullied!Reader Ch. 3

Bullies!Hetalia X Bullied!Reader

Chapter 3

I'm Okay

The teen sighed as she left her class, the lunch bell calling everyone to the cafeteria.

She went through her last two classes without too much trouble, there was Vash yelling at her for not passing out the assignments fast enough, and Yao, along with his younger Japanese brother, spoke about her in the worst kind of ways.

She had half the mind to run and hide in the girl's bathroom, but she knew that Gilbert would get one of the bitch cheerleaders to drag her out. Even if she did hide, the punishment would be a whole lot worse.

Making her way to the football field, she felt as if a rock had dropped to the pit of her stomach. She saw that Gilbert was down on the field. Around him stood Alfred, Ivan, Antonio, Lovino, Francis, and Matthias. On the stands of the field, sat Matthias' usual group, the Norwegian, the Finnish, the Swedish, and the Icelandic. Arthur was also there, along with Yao, Ludwig, and Yao's younger brother.

She wanted nothing more than to run, but by the time she wanted to turn around, Gilbert had spotted her.

"Well!! Look who finally decided to show up!!" He called, watching as (Name) stiffly walked over to the center of the field, where her attackers stood.

"Here I thought she was getting cold feet." Alfred mused.

"I was worried Eliza would have to go find her." Francis admitted, shrugging his shoulder.

Gilbert laughed, before turning to the smaller girl. "So, (Name). You know why you're here."

The girl avoided all of their gazes. She would have given anything to run away and never come back, but she would get caught. She always did.

"Yes..."

The albino smirked, cracking his knuckles. "Right, then. Let's start this."

(Name) felt large hands grab her arms and hold them behind her back. She didn't need to look to know that it was Ivan who was holding her in place. She whimpered softly, out of utter fear and despair.

"Come on, making notice will make it worse." Francis cooed harshly, smirking.

"He's right. (Name), you certainly have a problem with listening to others don't you?" Gilbert asked and he drew his fist back.

(Name) didn't have the chance to respond before the force of his punch landed on her right cheek. Another landed square in the middle of her face. The girl let out a cry of pain as she felt blood dripping out of her nose.

Alfred stepped up to Gilbert, patting his shoulder. "Nice, man. My turn, though." The albino stepped back, letting the American football player step in his place. A smirk appeared on his face as he popped his neck cracked his knuckles. "Just think of this as a thank you for the homework."

The girl couldn't look up at him before having the air knocked out of her with a strong punch to the stomach. Followed by the punch, was a knee  to the gut.

(Name) sputtered and coughed as she tried to get air back into her lungs. Gilbert nodded to Ivan, allowing the taller boy to do as he pleased.

The Russian chuckled darkly, pulling (Name)'s arms further behind her back. "This will be fun, you know~" he spoke happily. He easily picked (Name) up and threw her as it she was a ball.

The girl grunted, her body connecting to the ground with an audible thump. (Name) didn't have time to get up before the sound of running footsteps grew closer. She felt a foot connect with her stomach, causing her to scream out in pain.

"Ha! That would have been a goal for sure, Toni!" Francis called.

She heard the laugh of the Spaniard above her. "Lovi! Your turn!"

(Name) didn't hear the sound of footsteps, but the sound of a kick connecting with something. She couldn't wonder what before something round and hard connected with her face.

"GOOAAAAL!!!" Antonio cheered, running back to Lovino as he and the Italian high-fived.

"Damn! You sent that soccer ball flying, Lovino!!" Alfred shouted in amazement.

(Name) wanted nothing more than to lay on the ground, but felt someone grab her by her hair, lifting her head up. The dark chuckle alerted (Name) that it was Matthias holding her.

"Okay, (Name). Since you didn't rat on Gilbert, we'll finish this up quick." He spoke, dropping her head before stepping back. "On your feet! Come on!"

(Name) sobbed, tasting blood as it dripped from her nose. Painfully, the girl got to her feet, facing Matthias. Her stomach was going to be bruised for sure with the punch, the knee, and the kick. Her nose felt as if it had fallen off, her face was numb with pain.

Matthias smirked, drawing a fist back and throwing an uppercut under (Name)'s chin. The teen felt a burning pain spread through her mouth as the punch made her bite her tongue and lip. She fell flat on her back, coughing. Her chest heaved as her lungs screamed for air.

She heard several cruel laughs, and Matthias' footsteps walking away.

"This better teach you not to take what isn't yours!!" Gilbert called.

The voices grew farther away as her bullies left (Name) to lay on the field.

Her body throbbed with pain, her head felt as if it a bomb had gone off inside. Her body felt like missiles were shot at it at point-blank range. She wheezed, coughing a few more times before closing her eyes and waiting for the pain to stop.

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The sound of the school bell made (Name) open her eyes. She was still lying on the field. She shot up from her lying position, but regretted it as soon as a racking throb of pain exploded through her head.

She grunted softly as she forced herself onto he feet. She pulled her phone from her back pocket and checked the time. She groaned when she saw that it was almost three.

Thankfully, the school allowed students to leave school at 2:45, so she took the chance to go home. The teen left the field and went to her locker, pulling her backpack from the storage unit.

Without hesitation, (Name) left the school's campus, walking to her own home.

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Upon walking inside, (Name) saw that Louis wasn't home. She figured that much because he was still busy with his trial. Quickly, (Name) left her backpack at the door while she ran to her bathroom. She closed the door to her room before reaching the sink and mirror.

The sight was almost horrifying.

She had a black eye, bruising around her nose. There was dried blood under her nose that had dried streams of blood that led down her face and to her chin. Her lip was swollen with a cut filled with dried blood. She tasted stale blood, and felt her tongue throbbing and knew that it was slightly swollen.

(Name) carefully lifted her t-shirt, and grimaced. Her stomach was black and blue for the majority of her skin. It hurt to breathe, everything hurt.

The girl changed into more comfortable clothes and washed the blood from her face. With practice from other experiences, she covered her bruised face with concealer and other makeup. It looked as if nothing happened, but if pressure was applied to her face, pain was sure to follow.

Her attention was caught when her cellphone went off with Louis' ringtone. She ran to answer it, but ran into the doorknob. As the metal piece made contact with her stomach, (Name) yelped in agonizing pain. She took the few steps to her bed, picking up the call. "Hello?" She asked, hoping her voice wasn't trembling too much for Louis to notice.

"Hey, Kiddo. How was school?" Louis asked. His voice was like a safe heaven to the teen.

(Name) sighed, sitting on her bed. "Okay, long day, though." She replied.

She heard Louis hum in understanding. "I remember having those days when I went to World Academy. It just means that you're working hard."

Yeah, that's it. (Name) thought as she replied, "How long do you think you'll be at work?"

Louis sighed himself. "I don't know, kiddo. I'm still waiting for several clients to show up. It could be a few hours. I'll probably be home late."

(Name) frowned, wishing his answer could have been anything but that. "Okay..."

"You alright, kiddo? Did something happen at school?"

She hated that question. She always hated that whenever someone asked. It didn't matter who asked, she hated it with every fiber of her being.

She couldn't tell Louis. He would freak. He would cause a whole lot more trouble for her by going to the principle, and making her tell who had beat her up. She couldn't make more trouble for him while he was so busy.

"Don't worry about a thing, big brother." (Name) spoke with a small laugh. "I'm okay."