Hetalia x Bullied!Reader X 2p!Hetalia. The Freaks.

A/N: this is gonna be three parts and three parts only. 


It didn't surprise you or your friends that any of you would have been bullied once the six of you entered high school. 

There was Chris, he was chubby and short and an easy target. He loved Lady Gaga with a passion and never ceased to talk about her. He was full of school spirt unlike the rest of you and a major part of Art club. He was artsy and creative and drew where ever he went. 

There was Mandy, who was tiny and skinny and dyed her hair a flaming red that stood out. Chris was a tee shirt and jeans type of guy, she was more retro. Dressing in poofy tops and jeans and the occasional dress with necklaces around her neck. She was aspiring to be a fashion designer and you thought she had a good chance of making it. She was also part of art club. 

There was Kim, she was the quite soul who loved anime and drawing. She stood freakishly tall and was African American, earning her racial slurs as well as other insults. She was also part of the Choir and had a lovely voice. She usually minded it but she was too timid to speak up causing you to step in. 

There was Betsy, the total nerd of the group. She loved everything from Legend of Zeldw to Doctor Who. This girl owned nothing but books, fandom merchandise and country music. She was even the pitcher for the softball team and damn, this girl had a strong arm. Plus she never went anywhere with a weapon with her and always had a knife in her boot. 

There was Mike. He was a nice guy, respected women and was the most responsible of the group. Basically, he was the mother. Of the group. He had one problem, he could grind someone's gears due to his loud mouth, it helped him in debate club but still. It didn't help that he was a strict catholic causing religious slurs thrown against him. 

Then there was you. You were normal-ish. The thing with you is that you could have been popular and could have been part of the in crowd but you turned that down because you didn't like how fake those 'friends' were. The reason why you were bullied was because you were silent and took insults but you never fought back unless your friends were in trouble. 

You our were also play Tennis, (you were one of the three co-captains) You were also in Drama club and you grades were decent. 

The overall reason the six of you were bullied was because neither of you fell into a sterotype. You weren't jocks or nerds or geeks or losers. All of you were a wired combination of both causing the bullied to become pissed off because you couldn't be controlled. So that landed you guys on the lowest of the social hierarchy, right below the outcasts and right above the creeps. You were called the freaks. 

And boy, did the bullies love calling you that. 

"Oi, Freak!"Speaking of which, here's one right now. somebody shut my locker causing me to jump. 

"Artie," you hissed. "How good to see you again." 

Without losing point at him, you opened your locker again. You stuffed you belongings in your locker and pulled out your textbooks while ignoring a fuming Arthur. 

"Listen here, you fat freak-"

"is to my sweater?" You inturupted.

"W-what?!" He got even more redder. 

You pulled a stray piece of string off it. "Oh, dear. I told mom that I looked fat in this colour. Green is most defiantly not my color, Arthur." You looked up at him with a fake pout. "I'll wear blue tomorrow. I've been told I look good in blue." 

"The only time you'll ever look good is when your dead, you imbecilic freak!" He growled out. 

Really? Was he even trying? He may be a foot or so taller than you but he wasn't as threatening as you thought he would be. It was actually more fun to rile him up and show him that his words can't get to you. You let a sneaky smirk. 

"Oh, Artie," you giggled with an evil look in your eye, "I'll tell my mortician that you said so." He turned more red than a tomato and grabbed the front of your sweater and slamming you again the locker. Your looked directly into his green eyes and saw nothing more than rage while your showed nothing but irritation. A crowd soon formed around you. 

"You'll pay for that!" 

"You'll pay for that?! Really?" You raised your eyebrow. "Be original," you said. 

"Arthur! Cmon, man! You can beat up the freak and her friends later. Were gonna be late to class!" Alfred yelled out. He glared at you and you glared right on back. 

"Listen to your boyfriend, Artie!" 

That earned you a lunch in your stomach. He let you go as you slid down to the floor hugging your stomach. You could hear a few snickers here and there but most poeple were quiet, too scared to do anything about it. You hated people like that, too scared to stand up to their bullies. Grovelling in submissions won't get you anywhere. Only fighting can do that. 

Your stomach was going to have some bruises later on. 

Arthur Kirkland brushed himself off and spat at your feet. "Freak!" He said one last time before disappearing. 

The crowd dispersed and the only people who were left behind were your own friends. 

"Need a hand?" Mandy asked as she sent a glare towards people. 

"Yup!" She pulled you up and handed you tour books. 

"Idiot!" Mike smacked you upside the head. 

"Hey!" 

"Stop provoking them so much!" He growled out. "They've already gone from stupid insults to physically attacking you. Keep this up and it will get much worse than it already is," he scolded. 

"I'm afraid it has gotten worse," Kim said. 

"How so?" Chris asked. "By the way,________. Good comeback." 

Betsy scolwed, "I have a really bad feeling about this."

The six of you walked toward the courtyard. School didn't start for another ten minutes. 

"Well," Kim stared as she twiddled with her braid, "I heard from some girls on the bus that Allen and Luciano made a deal with Alfred to make our lives, especially yours, _______, ten times worse." She looked back down. "I don't think we'll survive to see senior year." She looked up with scared eyes and then looked back down to her skirt. 

Kimberly was so silent trust people forgot that she exhisted. People gossiped openly in front of her so she knew all the dirt on everybody. She could be a ninja of she tried.  Her and Matthew, the transfer kid from Canada, were good friends and shared that in common. 

"Nah!" You said. "They can't hurt us as long as we're together and use the buddy system, we'll be fine. We just got to tough it out."

"I have such a hard time believing that," Mike said with his arms crossed. 

"Ditto," Chris said. 

"I love you, _______, but I don't think they'll leave us alone if we're in a group," Mandy said. Kim nodded silently next to her and murmured something. 

"Can't argue against that logic," Betsy said with a shrug. 

"You guys are s bunch of negative Nancy's!" You said. "If we survive the day, then I'll take us to Nino's after school. Dinner will be on me," you said confidently. 

"So reassuring," Betsy said sarcastically. 

"Ugh!" You groaned. This is what you get for being an optimist. 

The bell rang, signalling that it was time for you guys to get your asses to class. You and Mike had Physics first, while Mandy and Chris went to Art and Betsy and Kim went to English. You had set up your schedules so that none of you would be alone and get bullied. It was smart but there was a small problem. All of you had a free study period at different times of the day and that lead to someone being bullied. It was usually you, Mike and Kim who were always subjected to physical attacks. 

Mike and you walked towards Physics where Mr. Watts wasn't there yet. The both of you sat towards the side where it was private enough to good off but you could listen to class at the same time. 

Mot course, walking in, you were immediately bullied. And by bullied I mean called a slut, whore, other degrading names. You rolled your eyes and flipped off the mean girls before sitting down. Mike scowled as as some of the jocks tried to ask him some inappropriate questions. This time his face reddened from embarrassment than from anger. 

"Sicko's," you muttered underneath your breath. 

Mr. Watts walked in, ending the comments that were bing thrown your way. 

You brought out your notes and started to write down today's objective as well as the warm up. 

"Alright class," Mr. Watts was the best teacher. He was chill but laid back at the same time and the expirements that he had were all ways awesome. 

"Today is a Tuesday so you know what that means!"

Mike looked up, "Reactions Day?" 

"Yup. Today, you will see what happens when you mix hydrogen peroxide with potassium iodide. It's gonna be a messy expirement so I hope you brought close toed shoes." Half of the girls in class groaned. "But before we can do this, who remember the principle of this expirement?" 

"Alfred!" Mr. Watts snapped. "Since your so keen on talking, mind telling me the principle?"

"Ah....well....." He stuttered as you snickered. Mike shot you a look. You stuck you tounge out at him and searched through your notes. You found it as Alfred tried to explain and pushed it towards Mike. He smirked. 

You cleared your throat and Mr. Watts looked towards you, sparing an embarrassed Alfred. "Miss ______? Mr. _______? Do you know?" 

"Hydrogen peroxide is catalytically decomposed by the potasium iodide. By the idodide ion, actually. Oxygen gas is rapidly formed due to this," Mike explained. 

"Well done," he said bro re turning to Alfred. "You can sit down, Mr. Jones. Try to pay attention sometime." 

The rest of the class went by fine despite the fact that the jocks and Alfred were glaring at Mike at the same time. The poor guy was jittery the whole time, not enjoying the extra attention. 

At the end of the class you had ready added 30% hydrogen peroxide, dish soap and purple food colouring. You held one gram of potassium iodide over the cylinder. 

"Ready, Mikey?" 

"Go for it," he said as he slipped the goggles on. You poured it in and stood back as purple foam shot out of the cylinder and all over you desk. It fizzed and smelled like wet dog but it looked awesome. "I love Reaction day!" Mike said. 

"Well done," Mr. Watts said as he observed your expirement. "Finish the lab sheets and turn them in tomorrow, okay?" 

"Yes, sir." The both of you chimed at the same time. 

The both of you cleaned up before suiting down. Mr. Watts walked out of the classroom for one minute and that's when the bullies pounced. 


You you had only a minute before some of the foam was poured on your hand. You shrieked and pulled your hand away to see it become red. Quickly you ran to the sink and washed it off. 

"________!" Mike was by your side. "Those son of b-"

"Save it, Mikey," you said as you sent a glare at Alfred and the jocks as they laughed their heads off. "Their not even worth cursing," you said. 

"Ugh!" He growled in frustration. "Watch was your doing, Jones. That stuff is dangerous. You were lucky that she was able to wash it off in time!"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I couldn't understand your SAT words. Could you repeat that? I don't speak nerd!" The rest of the jocks and some of the mean girls started to laugh with them. 

"So," you said as you dried off your reddened hand, "you just admitted you were stupid?" You said with a smirk. "Tell me, Jones," you purred. "What's your percentage in this class? 60? 70? Oh! Don't tell me, it's less than 50?" You gasped dramatically. 

"_________!" Mike hissed out. "Don't do it." 

You continued on. You were on a roll and it meant a few punches in the end, oh well. You wanted to humiliate this bastard and show him that you couldn't intimidated. 

"Do you want to know my grade?" You taunted. "I would tell you but I don't know if you can count that high," you sighed. 

"That's it!" Alfred growled. His blue eyes flashed murdously and he picked up the cylinder. 

"Hit the deck!" 

You knew what was gonna happen. It happened in slow motion. You tackled Mike to the ground as the foam hit the cabinets behind you, making a hissing sound. You got off Mike and glared murdously at Alfred. Sure, the guy would give you a few bruises and called you a few choice words but damn, he went as far as doing something that dangerous. 

Even though, you and Mike were safe, you suddenly felt a sinking feeling. This was real. You could have died and all because you mocked someone. Maybe you had pushed the envelope this time but still that was slightly traumatising. You gulped and pulled Mike up. 

"Grab you bag. We're out of here!" You said. The both of you scrambled out of the Chemistry room and towards Library. The both of you were gasping for breath as you reached there. You opened the doors with a slam. The librarian didn't mind and asked what was wrong. You told her nothing as the
both of your sat down at a table in the corner. 

"My god!" Mike exclaimed. He clutched his head in his hands, the sweat still running down his face. "_________, you have to stop provoking them like that. They're setting Allen and Luciano on you! He could have killed us or worse, disfigure us."

"Well he didn't!" You snapped loudly. The rest of library shushed you. "At least we're alive," you said above a whisper. 

"For now," he hissed. 

"Look. I'm sorry. I really crossed the line with him. I provoked him but he hurt me first. It was only fair," you said crossing your arms. "I regret nothing at all."

"Taunting them isn't going to get us anywhere. It just irritates them more."

"I'm standing up to them, mind you!"

"Your way of standing up to them is gonna turn you into a martyr!" 

The librarian shushed you again. "Sorry," both of you said at the same time. 

"_________, I'm not telling you to not stand up to them. I'm telling you to not infuriated them further. Be strong and be bold and be brave and just be yourself. You don't have to put up a badass persona to intimidate them. You can fight them without all that bu-" he cleared his throat. "Without all that persona. You're already a strong person."

"you nearly cursed for me?" You said with a smirk. "Have I told you that I love you?" 

"Oh yeah. I'm your voice of reason. What can you do without me. I am the band of your existence. I've heard it all," he said sarcastically. You stuck your tounge out. "So what do we do now. We have English class next."

"We should go," you said. "Mr. Nathan is a bit of a stickler when it comes to punctuality."

The both of you decided to discuss what happened in chem later. After English, Mike split up and went to his AP History class Ashok went to the study hall or the library. You were pretty close to the librarian who let you study here instead of the dreaded studyhall with the rest of your bullies. 

However today......

"Closed!" 

"I'm sorry, dear. We have some renovations going on and I'm afraid that you'll have to go to the study hall today. I'm sorry," the librarian said before yelling at some custodian. You walked out of the library with shaky legs and a new sense of fear. You haven't been to the study hall since two months. 

You walked into the study hall and all pairs of eyes were on you. Even a set of blue ones that were keen on murdering you. 

"Hey, Freak!" Someone called out before you could find a seat. 

"What, fatass?" You growled. You weren't in the mood, your sanctuary had been closed for a week. That meant no library, no books. No books, no happy ________. No happy name, no happy anybody. "I'm not it the mood so you can save your breath. Oh, by the way I'm supposed to apologise for that whole thing in Chem. That was a bit low for me, even by your standard." 

"W-what?" 

"Are you deaf?" You growled. "I said I was sorry." 

A hand slammed down on your table making you jump. Shit. "A sorry isn't going to fix everything, dollface." You felt the room lower by a good ten degrees. "What's  said is said and what's done is done," Allen said into your ear.  

You shook off the fear. "Allen," you greeted. 

"Alright, doll. We can do this the easy way or the heard way. With you come with me to your fate or I'll drag you to hell myself."

"On what terms?" You asked. "I don't remember doing anything illegal or sinful. Mike would have pointed me out on that and lectured me about redeeming myself. And how bad can hell be? I already live in purgatory thanks to that fatass over there," you pointed at Alfred who looked more redder. 

"Tch. You're right. She's got a mouth and some spirit in her. I'll take care of it," Allen said to to Alfred with a smirk. "Just make sure to hold up your end of the deal."

Allen grabbed your arm and practically dragged you to the back of the school. You tried to get away from him but the struggle just made him smile in a very sick way. 

'This is it. Goodbye, cruel world. It's been fun,' you thought as you started to lament over your bucket list and the people you would miss dearly. 

Allen finally threw you to the ground. The tights you wore under neath your skirt were torn and your knees were bleeding. You didn't feel anything but fear. Would grovelling like a wuss help or would it make the sadistic bastard more likely to kill you? But the thing was, you weren't a wuss. You were ______ and if bullies couldnt get to you then what was the point they were trying to say. They were basically saying that you had won out and were unbeatable in their eyes, that's why they set Luciano and Allen on you. 

You couldn't help but laugh at their stupidity. 

"What are you laughing at, you bitch?" Allen growled. He brought out his baseball bat with nails. 

"It's just funny, you know." You doubled over laughing. "They sent you to intimidate me because they couldn't. My god, what a bunch of wusses sending somebody to do something they can't." 

"Alright, that's enough," you opened your eyes to see Allens fist coming at you. You even counted the rings on her fingers. You were thrown back on your back with a heads plotting pain. You could feel the blood gushing from your nose. 

He came back and started kicking up. You curled up and protected your head. You had to get through this. You were stronger than this. You can take the beatings as long as it meant that they would stay away from your friends

Allen stopped suddenly, he pulled away and lit up a cigarette. "You can move it, you freaky chick." 

"What?" You said as you tired to get up. 

"You're not worth beating up. I was expecting more of a fight from you but you just took the besting like a punching bag. Get up and go kick some prep ass for all I care."

"I-is the great and terrible Allen Jones being nice to me?" You said as you winced. Your face hurt from that punch. 

"And this is why they called me to beat you up. Little fucking help that did. You're just as cocky and spirited as ever. Fuck. There no point trying to beat a bull if it refuses to die," he threw you your backpack and walked away. "Good luck dealing with Luciano, kid. He doesn't care if you have spirit or not. The only thing that sick and twisted bastard care about is if his victims have tits and v-"

"I think I got it. Thanks," you said getting up. "This is gonna hurt like a hitch in the morning." You looked up. "Hey! Allen!"

"Wanna hang out?" You asked with a smirk. 

"Why would I hang out with a crazy little freak like you?!" 

"Your loss!" You winced as you tried to shrug your shoulder. With much difficulty, you were able to back into school and to your locker. Just as lunch started. You grabbed your emergency hat and walked into the lunch room. Your friends were already seated looking for you. 

"________!" Mandy called. You looked down and walked towards the table. You took off the hat and there was a collective gasp around the table along with Mike nearly flipping the table. "Your face!" Mandy grabbed your hand and drafted you to the girls bathroom. 

"I can't believe those mothefuckers did this to you? How dare they? And Arthur calls himself a gentlemen. Don't even get me started on Alfred. Calling himself a hero and doing this to a girl. I swear I'll castrate the jerk and the. We'll see if he's a hero or not. He's probably just going-" Mandy rambled on her threats as she covered us your bruises and cleaned off all the blood. You had to admit. She knew what she was doing with her make up. It looked like Allen never happened. 

When you got back to the table, you dat down to silence. Everyone sent you a glare even Kim although she was crying so it was more of a pout. 

"You were right, I was wrong," you sighed. "Looks like we're not going to Nino's."