A/N: Hello and welcome to my first fanfic :D

The main paring in this story is RusPrus but do expect Spamano, Geritaly, possible AusHun and maybe either USUK or FrUK (I haven't decided yet). Also I apologize in advance for any spelling/grammar error, I typed this on my iPod.

***Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or any of the characters

***Warnings: Language, Yaoi, Sad back stories, Gilbert being an asshole, and possible smut in later chapters

Summary:

High School AU

Ivan Braginsky is a lonely high school student who's fallen victim to the physical and emotional abuse of the school's number one bully, Gilbert Beilschmidt. Ivan hates him with a burning passion but an unexpected change in heart brings the two closer than they ever imagined.

From Bully to Boyfriend

Chapter 1

Ivan Braginsky awoke to the blinding sunlight as his older sister abruptly opened the blinds to thee small window in his room. Stifling a moan, he buried himself deeper into the sheets of his bed.

"Rise and shine, Vanya. It's time for the first day of school." Katyusha softly cooed as she gently nudged her brother's shoulder.

With a sigh, Ivan sat up. The mattress groaning in protest as he swung his long legs over the side.

Katyusha smiled lightly and made her way to the door. "I'll start on breakfast," she said softly and exited his room.

Ivan sat in silence as he looked down at his bare feet. Today he was returning to the hellhole society called 'high school', for the second year in a row. At first he thought high school was going to be a wondrous thing, just like in all the movies. He would be a star athlete, with a smokin' hot girlfriend on his hip, and an abundance of friends at his side. But no. It couldn't have been further from the truth. Taking into consideration that fact he was new to the district, new to the country to be specific. The summer of his 8th grade year his father sent him and his sisters to America. The economy in Russia was slowly falling apart and the Braginsky's were struggling to put food on the table for three meals a day. With a wad of cash and 'good luck' from their stoic father, the three siblings were sent on their way to the land of the free and the home of the brave.

They didn't feel so brave when they took their first steps on American soil. Well at least Ivan didn't. Katyusha however, went into full 'mother mode' as he liked to call it. She waved down a cab that would take them to the small apartment that was to be their new home. She was four years older than Ivan and was about to start her first term at the community college just down the road from the apartment complex. Natalia, his younger sister, clung to him for dear life and he hesitantly stepped into the back seat of the cab. Katyusha rode shotgun, chatting up a storm with the taxi driver the whole ride. Ivan could almost see the excitement emitting from her. Back in Russia they were all under tight lock and key, working long hours on the family farm. Only leaving to attend school or run errands for their father. This whole 'freedom' thing was new to all of them.

That was over a years ago and Ivan remembered it like it was yesterday. Even though nervous, Ivan was excited for his new life in America. Now all the excitement had completely drained from him leaving a lonely, bitter soul yearning for the countryside of Russia.

Proceeding with his morning routine, Ivan quickly dressed into a pair of dark wash jeans and a plain gray long sleeved sweater. He pulled on a black jacket and his favorite worn-down scarf. Hauling his backpack over his shoulder, he made his way into the kitchen.

Natalia and Katyusha were already waiting for him with a pile of freshly cooked waffles and scrambled eggs. After slipping on his black converse, he grabbed a single waffle, shoved it into his mouth, and made his way toward the door muttering a quick 'thanks' as he went. He knew he was leaving a lot earlier than he needed to but he really didn't want to walk to school with his younger sister. As much as he loved her, frankly she scared the hell out of him. Natalia made it a habit to follow him around like a lost puppy. A very very deranged puppy with a fondness for kitchen knives. She had an unhealthy obsession with Ivan and even insisted on marrying the poor Russian male. He shuddered slightly at the thought and quickened his pace towards the school, burying his face deeper into his beloved scarf. The school wasn't that far away, about a mile and a half, but he didn't mind walking. It was peaceful and Katyusha needed the car to drive to the University anyway.

Once he arrived at school, he sat himself down on a secluded lunch bench and shuffled through his backpack until pulled out his sketch book. It was a thin notebook with plain white paper just begging to be filled with beautiful artwork. He flipped past some of his earlier work until he came across a blank page. Pulling his pencil out of his bag, he began to mark the paper with soft curving lines. He might not be a star athlete, but he was one hell of an artist. And that was something nobody could take away from him. Not his father, not the constant supply of bullies, not even Gilbert.

Ah yes, Gilbert Beilschmidt. The sole reason behind his miserable high school experience. He was one of the most popular kids, with an ego bigger than his fanbase. And he had a lot of fans. And for some reason he made it his personal mission to destroy Ivan from the inside out.

As if on cue, the albino sauntered into the campus with a trail of friends and fangirls in his wake. Ivan inwardly groaned and hid his sketchbook in his backpack as Gilbert made his way towards him.

"How's it hanging fat ass?" Gilbert asked, propping one leg on the lunch bench opposite side of Ivan. The Russian just looked at his hands in his lap, not daring to fight back.

"You know, you should really look someone in the eye when they speak to you," Gilbert taunted as he leaned forward. "Oh wait, I forgot you can't see anything past your big ass nose plastered to that think you call a face!" Gilbert leaned back, satisfied with his insult and the crowd behind him burst into laughter.

Ivan reached for his backpack and stood up from the bench. Turning his back to the German he made his way to the schools main doors. However he didn't get very far as he felt a cold liquid splash onto his head and ooze down his face, completely soaking his hair, face, and part of his precious scarf. Mortified, he whipped his head around to the see the albino standing atop the lunch bench emptying his milk carton onto Ivan's head. Piercing red eyes stared into his own wide, violet ones.

"What?" The German asked in mock confusion, "I thought Russians were used to cold white stuff." Gilbert smirked and the crowd around him erupted into another fit of laughter as Ivan ran into the school in search of the nearest bathroom.

After running his head under the cold water from the bathroom sink, Ivan rinsed the milk out of his scarf and returned it to its rightful place around his neck. He looked at his reflection in the grimy mirror, taking in all his damp, pathetic glory. Resting his face in his hands, Ivan's eyes burned with tears that threaten to fall. No, he thought to himself. I will not let them portray me as weak. He quickly wiped his face and exited the bathroom.

What a glorious way to start the school year.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading the first chapter :) Please feel free to leave any constructive criticism or ideas. Also keep in mind that Gilbert's comebacks are supposed to be really lame XD

- Caramel-Buns