Bullies!Hetalia X Bullied!Reader Prologue

Bullies!HetaliaXBullied!Reader

Prologue


The buzzing alarm clock drove the teen away from dream land, waking her up from her last free night of the weekend to the morning she returned to school.

She had dreaded returning to school, and certainly wasn't happy to be woken up from such a wonderful dream. You know, that reoccurring one that you'll have once in a while. The one where you never want to wake up from.

It was the dream when she was still in elementary school, where she, her older brother, and parents were all happy. Of course, that happy dream came to an end. Thankfully is skipped where her parents got a divorce, and (Name) began living with her older brother. At the time of the divorce, he had just got out of law school. Now running his own practice, Louis raised his younger sister while their parents payed for her school's tuition and what-not.

Dragging herself from out of the warm bed, (Name) trudged to her bathroom to clean herself up for the first day. Standing in front of the counter, she turned the water on and waited for it to warm. She could hear Louis moving around in the kitchen, making breakfast for the two.

That was one thing that remained normal since the divorce. Louis would always make breakfast. He would usually make the standard meal: toast, fruit, eggs, maybe some bacon. It was the weekends where he got fancy with cinnamon buns, pancakes, Belgian waffles, omelets, just the thought made (Name) drool.

With a sigh, she washed her face with the warm water and face soap, brushed out her (h/c) locks, trying to make herself presentable.

"Kiddo! Breakfast!!" Louis yelled.

"Coming!!" (Name) called back as she dug through her closet. She pulled out a pair of jeans that she swiftly pulled on, as well as a simple t-shirt and a blue hoodie. Stepping into her sneakers, (Name) left her room and made it down the stairs to the first floor of her home.

The smell of toast and eggs wafted through the air as she pulled her back-pack from the living room, along with her phone that was charged from the charger that was plugged into the wall. Setting her bag down on the floor of the kitchen, (Name) went to make herself a glass of milk while Louis put scrambled eggs on both his and her plate. He pulled the toast from the toaster while she pulled the jam and Nutella from the cabinet.

"Ready for that big case you've been stressing over?" (Name) asked the (h/c) male.

With a sigh, Louis ran a hand through his hair. "I hope so, (Name). I'm so ready to be done with this one."

She looked at him from the fridge as she tried to locate the milk. "That bad, huh?"

"Considering he robbed a gas station and murdered the owner and his grandson, yeah. I'm so done with that bastard." He nodded, placing the two plates on the table.

(Name) nudged his arm, sitting down with the jars and the glass of milk in hand. "Well, at least he's pleading guilty."

"That's the only smart thing he's done." Louis spoke, taking a sip of his coffee before opening the jam and spreading it on his toast.

The teen laughed at her brother. "True."

Louis looked up to his sister. "So, you ready for that project that you've been working on? You were making a big deal out of it last week."

(Name) nodded. "Yep, it's all done, along with the other homework I had."

"Good. Because you know the deal that I made with mom. You could stay with me just so long as your grades stay up." He spoke, biting into his toast.

"You should sew that onto a pillow since you keep reminding me." (Name) joked, eating her eggs.

"Oh, look at little miss comedian." Snickered the elder, ruffling his sister's hair, which caused her to yelp in protest.

It was like that most mornings between the siblings. Some mornings Louis had to leave extra early, but (Name) was thankful that some mornings she had time with him. Sadly, breakfast came to a swift end. (Name) took up her book bag while she stuffed her phone into her back pocket. "I'll see ya tonight." She spoke, heading to the door.

"Right, if I'm late, it's because of this stupid trial." Louis informed her before he began to clean the kitchen. "Have a good day, (Name)." He said, watching as she left.

Easier said than done, big brother. Thought the teen as she began to walk towards her school.

World Academy, it was called. Filled with many kids with different nationalities. Of course, there were many sports, many clubs, and many kids. Out of those many kids, there were the few that loved making others miserable.

And sadly for (Name), she was the target of many of those few.

Walking up the steps of the building, several boys shoved past the girl. She sighed and walked ahead of them, only to have them shove past her again.

"Some kids don't know how to watch out for others, do they?" Spoke one of them.

"Apparently not. Right gits, they are."

"No doubts about that."

(Name) recognized one of the voiced among the boys. The Brit that was captain of the soccer team. He would often shove the girl out of his way, push her down, and insult her while she was in ear-shot.

Making it to her locker, (Name) pulled her text books from the small storage unit. Only to have it slammed shut right on her hand.

"Whoops, gotta watch those locker doors, never know when they'll shut on you." Called a loud voice that made its way down the hall, several laughs following it.

That came from the captain of the football team. The loud American would often cause her physical pain by her locker. He would insult her like the soccer captain would, but he would usually be joined by several of the football team members, a cheerleader sometimes.

After recovering from having her hand slammed on, (Name) walked down the hall of the school with a textbook and binder in hand, trying to make it to her home room. In the process, her belonging were slapped out of her hands while she was tripped, causing the girl to fall face first onto the hard floor.

"Don't drag your feet, idiota!!" Exclaimed an angry Italian. "You almost fell on me!!"

"Seriously, how can you trip on flat ground?" Asked a Spanish accented voice.

"Beats me, obviously someone who isn't that awesome!" Laughed a German accented voice.

Those voices belonged to several of the popular boys of the school, the Italian grandson of the principle, his Spanish cousin, and the heart throb albino German. It was surprising that the womanizing French young man wasn't with them, but then again, he was probably doing what he did best with some of the cheerleaders. The group of four would often push the girl around, insulting her appearance and having fun watching her fall.

(Name) picked up her books and shuffled off to her homeroom. Of course, she was met with the towering and frightening Russian who always exploited the girl for her brains.

"You have my homework, da?" He asked, his usual frightening but childish smile apparent on his face.

With a slight nod, (Name) pulled the weekend homework from her binder and handed it to the Russian teen.

"Thank you, don't forget to get me your notes after class~" he hummed before shoving past her, knocking her to her rear.

Groaning, (Name) picked herself and went to sit in the classroom, where several of her bullies resided in the morning. Avoiding anyone's eyes, she sat in a desk.

"Oi, saumench. You're in my seat." Growled a German accent from behind her.

Looming above her was the one of the grandsons of the vice principle. He would often insult the girl, knocking her self-esteem to its lowest. He would cause physical pain now and then, but not as much as his elder brother.

(Name) didn't respond for a moment, which caused the German to growl. Placing his hand on the back of her head, he smacked her face onto the surface of the table.

"Answer me when I talk to you, schlampe." He spoke into her ear.

"Leave her. She's not worth the effort. Being as brain-dead as she is, she probably didn't understand you." Spoke the Austrian as he adjusted his glasses. He sat next to his Hungarian girlfriend who laughed at his insult.

"Besides, you wouldn't want a desk that she's even touched. Wouldn't want to catch her ugly or her stupid." Chimed in a Chinese boy who looked up from his book.

"Better wash your hands, Ludwig-san. Don't want to spread any of that around." Added the Japanese boy who didn't bother looking up from his manga.

The German shrugged before grabbing a handful of hair and yanking her head up. "Remember that." He spoke before walking away to the back of the room.

There were many kids who laughed at (Name)'s pain. No one stepped up to defend the girl, nor befriend her. She didn't bother trying to tell anyone. Like any other school, she would be called a snitch and be beat up by the kids she tried to tell on.

However, the girl didn't bother with any of it. She lived through the pain, keeping all of the anguish inside so no one could see. It had been like that for the past two years. That's how it was going to stay. She was right smack in the middle of her Sophomore year, if she could survive two more years, everything wouldn't matter anymore.

Only thing, she was considering what would happen to her if any of her bullies took up the abuse a notch. She had already been knocked down plenty of times. There were a couple times where she was punched in the face, kicked to the ground, food dumped on her, what could be worse than that?

The girl shook her head at the thought, opening her text book and studying the text as she tried to keep her mind from anything having to do with her hell of a high school.