{Please read the description! I found something and now, I AM GOING TO WRITE MY FIRST COUNTRYXREADER!
And yes, I used a My Chemical Romance song title IN my title...Problem? /shot/}
"Hey _! Wait up!" You could hear them coming. You didn't ever find out the myster of how you became popular, with your 'I don't give a damn about you' attitude, your intelligence that at one time outsmarted the teacher, and all your wonderful drawings and poetry. It was time for lunch and, as usual, you ran for your life before the hoard comsumed you, your backpack, and other material things.
"_! _, look out!" Your supposed 'friends' yelled at you.
"WHAT!?"
Crash!
You fell over something, maybe even someone, since there was a grunting noise. 'Shit! Who'd I fall over!? Will sorry cover i-' Your thoughts were inturrupted by an abnoxious, loud noise.
"WHO ZE HELL RAN INTO ZE AWESOME ME!?" Of course, you knew exactly who it was, right off the bat.
"Gilbert?" You asked. He look straight up at you and you scattered stuff on the floor.
"So, little miss popular came crashing into ze awesome one?" He smirked. You felt your cheeks burn red a little.
"S-Stop talking like your the goddamn Miz!" You shouted in his face. That only broadened his smile.
"Nien! I am awesome and I vill keep being awesome!" You just shrugged your shoulders and got up when when out of nowhere, the jocks and cheerleaders came running at you. Alfred, the leader of the football team, along with his friends Arthur, Ivan, Francis, Matthias, and Jack (also, from the football team) jerked Gilbert up and pushed him against the lockers.
"Don't worry, _. You can count on us to save you from this no good wannabe." Alfred said. With that, the cheerleaders circled you, almost not letting see what was going on with the guys.
"Ohmahgosh, _, are you okay!?" Alicia, the head cheerleader said. She sounded pretty worried, but you guessed it was the sarcasticness in her talking.
"_! Did that slimeball touch you!?" the others asked. You stayed quiet.
"Oh no! She's tramatized! See girls, this is what happens when a nobody get's near you." You stayed silent. The bell rang to call all the loitering students into the cafeteria and all of them ran for it. The hall moniter would come any minute now to check to make sure it was all clear. And Ludwig was one hell of a hall moniter! You glanced to your side and saw Gilbert laying there, covered with wounds and blood.
"Shit!" You ran over to him, kneeling down in front of him.
"Did ze princess get vat she vanted?" He grunted, with that same, damn smirk. You felt anger in your fists.
"N-No. I-I didn't even know that th-"
"It's ok. Zis happens all ze time." He managed to get out. man, he was really beat, and in such a short time. "Zey only come after me if zey find me at least staring at you...but zen I say, 'Who vouldn't?'" You went red. Then your kick-ass attitude came back, and you thanked the Lord he didn't notice. Why didn't you want him to know you blushed...Strange. You never had this feeling before. Then you came back from your thoughts.
"Wait- All the time?" You asked. You almost snapped. While you were being praised for your glorious smartness and artistis skills, even for standing up and playing Holiday by Green Day on Presidents day in the fourth grade, people were getting hurt by it. You never thought f yourself being the popular type. They just used you to get ahead. Heck, if you asked Alfred what's his favorite past time, chances are he'll say, 'Hanging out at Mickey D's and playing Assasins Creed all day!'.
"Ja. Ven I tell mein bruder, he just says zat the'll take care of it, but never does. Ze awesome me can't live in zese circumstances." Gilbert said. You heard footsteps coming down the hall.
"Damnit!" You whispered, hoping Gilbert didn't hear you. Oops, he did.
"Vat is it, frau?" He asked you. He tried moving, but flinched. His wounds looked serious. The footsteps got closer.
"Uh, I-I, um, need to get you..." You looked around, "To, the, nurses office! Yeah! Come on, Gil, let's get going. You picked him up, not caring that he was whining that you kept holding him. Actually, he was pretty warm. 'And a bit cute, if I might add...' you thought. Wait, WHAT!? You NEVER thought like that. You got there just in time to see the nurse unlock her door. She saw Gilbert and immediatly took him inside. She let you stay for a while before you asked her if you could go get lunch for the both of you. She nodded and wrote a note on a piece of paper for the lunch lady.
Free lunch today for student # 2438612.
Injured. Sending _ to get his and her lunch.
-Nurse Collins
You nodded when you recived it and went to hell- uh, the cafeteria. Home of the gossip of little miss prisses and jocks hurting nerds with Tamaki emo corner tables everywhere. Yeah, school sweet school.
"Yo, _!" It was Alfred calling you. You ignored him and skipped the people in line, moving straight to the lunch lady while grabbing two plates and some food.
"Excuse me, little girl, but, you cannot skip, you hear me? These kids wait in line everyday and you just decide t-" You cut her off by shoving the note in her face.
"Now. It's an emergency." You swiped your card after placing the plates down. She entered Gilbert's number and got his free lunch. You had to pay .40 cents. Thank God for reduced lunches.
~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~Le Time Skip~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~
After giving him his lunch and letting him rest, the nure said you could go back to class. You looked at the clock and saw that you only had English left before advocacy. Today was Tuesday so your WITS* teacher would be there. Last week, you wrote almost what seemed like a novel of a twisted crak version of Alice in Wonderland, titling it Raven in Underworld with the characters DJ Cheshire, the Sword Mouse, Time Wolf, Queen of Diamonds, Demon Guard Leader, Killer A and Killer B, and more corrupted and/or even more happier characters. Your regular teacher and WITS teacher praised you for it while everyone else was basically creeped out by your deviously beautiful, creative mind. This time, you were writing poetry based off of a poem called Eating Poetry. The goal was to creat a poem with 5 or more stanzas that has a title with a verb and a subject in school. You had 15 minutes but finished in no time. Everyone wanted to read yours to know what to expect but you refused to let anyone see it. You were doing this for Gilbert and you felt proud of yourself. I mean, they almost killed the guy! You waited for everyone to finish reading and went up front. To think that Surfing Algebra and Cleaning Chemestry would be so happy and not gorey. You were just about to change that by adding your favorite subject to what happens to Gilbert everyday to get in the jocks heads not to mess with innoce- scratch that- people that did nothing. Yeah, that's better.
"Ms. _. Any day now would be fine."
"Sure Mr. Winchester. Ahem." Oh, these people didn't know what they were in for.
"My poem is called...Murdering Art.
Soaked in red.
That's not paint.
I was Murdering Art.
Smelling insanity.
Sirens whining.
Your screams are heard no more.
It's so beautiful.
A true work of art.
Flows like fine paint.
Majestic.
Horrid.
Nothing more than an eagel.
Closer and closer.
I'm almost done drawing.
They're almost here.
They're at the door.
I'm at the window.
I murdered art, and your soul.
"Fin!" I said. Everyone clapped as I looked at them. Shock filled their faces. The WITS and English teacher were clapping so much I thought that their hands burt off. 'Hey Mr. Awesome, hope you get better because I think these people got the message.' Then the bell rang for advocacy and you raced outta there to go see Gil. You weren't going to let anyone hurt him this time, because for just now, your 'I Don't Care' attitude excluded him.
Found this: art/Hetalia-Reader-Insert-FanFiction-Generator-318169020 and decided, hey, why not? It could also help me since it's my first countryxreader! Oh and uh, here's my sentence thingy I had to do: I must now write a PrussiaxPopular!Reader (almost, not even CLOSE TO yet almost a) Lemon, with a Reader that is 'I Don't Care', that takes place in 'Romeo and Juliet' and must somewhere feature a remote. I WILL MAKE THIS INTO CHAPTERS! *WITS: Writers In The Schools
Chapter 1: Here!
Chapter 2: art/PrussiaxPopular-Reader-Kill-All-Your-Friends-Chp2-338980088
Chapter 3: Soon!
Chapter 4: Soon!
Chapter 5: Soon!
Chapter 6: Soon!
Chapter 7: Soon!
Chapter 8: Soon!
Chapter 9: Soon!
Chapter 10: Soon!