I've had this chapter written for a while now, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to post it on here or not. I've definitely got the main plot points thought out, so hopefully some of you will enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoy writing it.
(by the way have any of you gotten Pokemon Go? Team Valor for life!)
Hetalia and all these characters belong to Hidekaz Himaruya.
Toris stepped off the plane and scanned the area. He didn't need to go to baggage, since everything he owned fit into his carry on. What he really wanted to do was crawl back onto the plane and let it take him home, but he knew that wasn't an option. His parents had been so excited when he received the letter detailing his scholarship to the World Academy; a school he hadn't even known existed. It explained how students were selected from countries all over the world to attend the prestigious school located in the United States. Toris had been chosen based on his excellent scores in all his classes and because of a need for what they called 'economic diversity' at the school. So basically the school was full of rich kids, which Toris was very much not. The only reason he was going was because he was being offered a full ride. He hadn't wanted to go, but his family was struggling to make ends meet, and having one less mouth to feed would help greatly.
Someone bumped into Toris and brought him out of his reminiscing. He looked up and saw a group of kids congregating around men holding up signs with 'World Academy' printed on them. Let's get this over with, Toris thought. Sighing, he picked up his bag and walked over. Some of the kids looked around nervously like himself, and some grouped up, obviously returning students. Once they had everyone, they were led out into school busses, but not just any old school busses. These ones had reclining seats with TVs in the back of the head rests. Snacks and drinks were spread throughout the aisle. Toris plopped down in a seat in the back, oblivious to the fact that no one sat anywhere near him.
He was tying his shoe lace when two big black boots stopped right in front of him. Still leaning over his shoe, Toris looked up and heard his breath hitch. The boy standing in front of him was easily over six feet tall. He was clad in a long tan coat and a thick white scarf, despite it being September. He had pale blonde hair and striking violet eyes, one of which was surrounded by a dark bruise, obviously fresh.
"You're in my seat," the boy stated with a thick Russian accent.
Annoyance flashed through Toris as he said, "We don't have assigned spots. I got here first." A few gasps sounded throughout the bus. Toris peeked around the boy and noticed everyone was staring at him. He was too busy wondering if he made a mistake to notice the blonde's hand shooting forward.
"What's your name?" the bully growled as he yanked Toris' head up by his hair.
The Lithuanian winced and answered, "Toris."
"I will remember you, Toris. Now get out of my chair," the boy ordered, releasing his grip. Toris grabbed his bag and jumped up, eager to get away. He found a seat a few rows up and sat facing the window. He tried to ignore the whispers all around him, but couldn't help hearing snippets of conversations.
"Did you see that?"
"He talked back to Ivan!"
"He said his name was Toris."
"The last guy to do that was Kiku, and he still hasn't gotten out of the hospital."
"That kid's a goner."
"I hope Ivan doesn't kill him."
Toris slumped down in his seat, fear wrapping around his heart. Tears welled in his eyes, but he forced himself not to cry. I want to go home.
The drive took nearly an hour. Seeing as no one would come near him, Toris passed the time by alternating between looking out the window and reading his book. When they started to slow down, he put his things away and searched for a glimpse of the school. First there was a large brick sign welcoming everyone to the World Academy. Then once they crested a hill, Toris saw it. Building after immaculate building circled a lush courtyard. Smaller structures, probably dorms, were clumped in two groups on either side of the campus.
"Wow," Toris whispered under his breath. This makes my old school look like crap. The bus rolled to a stop in front of the biggest building. Administration and teachers stood outside to greet the students. Everyone poured out the door and followed one another down twisting hallways until they ended up at an auditorium. Toris was surprised when a boy sat down next to him in the corner.
"Hey," the boy greeted. "You're like, Toris, right?"
"Uh, yeah, what's your name?" Toris asked.
"I'm Feliks. Feliks Łukasiewicz," the kid replied as he flipped his shoulder length blonde hair. He slouched in his chair and propped his feet up on the one in front of him.
Toris said, "Not that I don't appreciate it, but why are you talking to me? Everyone else is avoiding me."
Feliks snorted and answered, "They're all cowards. I'm one of the only people here who's not afraid of Ivan. I can't believe you stood up to him."
"Yeah, I'm regretting it more and more," Toris admitted.
"Don't. When I heard you in the bus, I decided we'd be friends. Wanna go out?" Feliks asked, turning his head toward Toris.
"W-what?" the Lithuanian stammered, caught off guard. "Um, no thanks."
Feliks shrugged and faced forward again. "Just thought I'd ask. You're like, kinda plain compared to me anyways." This kid is weird.
Toris was saved from coming up with a response by a middle aged man tapping on a microphone. Conversations died away as everyone's focus shifted to the stage.
"As your principal I want to say welcome on behalf of this wonderful school!" the man exclaimed. "Before we get started, I'd like to give a warm round of applause to Ivan Braginsky. Stand up, Ivan." The ashen blonde haired boy stood up for a moment and smiled before sitting back down.
Once the clapping died down, the principal continued, "The Braginsky family has once again sent a very generous donation to help improve the World Academy! Without their help, I daresay we wouldn't be here today." The principal droned on, but Toris had already stopped listening.
"Do they always recognize Ivan?" Toris whispered to Feliks.
"Yeah, all the teachers love him and his family. If it wasn't for their money, he totally would've been kicked out a long time ago," Feliks informed him. Toris let the new information sink in and looked over to where Ivan was sitting. Unfortunately, Ivan chose that moment to look back at Toris. The Russian gave him a wide smile that promised retribution. Toris shuddered and dropped his gaze to his feet.
All too soon, the assembly was over. Thick packets of information were passed out to each student. Toris opened his up and found his schedule, room key, and other assorted papers. It turned out Feliks had a room not far from Toris, so he showed him the way. After unpacking, they went down for dinner. The food was delicious, but spicy. Toris found himself downing cup after cup of water. Once dessert was over, Toris decided to head back to his room. He didn't feel like being around a ton of people at the moment, seeing as he was actually quite homesick. He fell asleep early, thinking of his family.
Toris woke up in the middle of the night with a very full bladder. I really shouldn't have drunk so much at dinner. He threw the covers off and jumped out of bed. Grabbing the key for his room, he scurried out into the hallway. I think it's this way, Toris thought as he sped off to the left. It took him five minutes, but finally he found the bathroom. He got to the urinal just in time, letting out a satisfied sigh as he peed.
He was just readjusting his pajama pants when he heard the door open. Toris didn't think anything of it until he heard the distinct sound of a lock sliding into place. At that, he spun around and saw Ivan standing in front of the door with an evil grin on his face.
"H-hi, I-Ivan," Toris stammered, backing up against the wall.
Ivan's grin grew wider and he replied, "Privyet, Toris. I told you I'd remember you."
"Look, I-I'm really s-sorry," Toris said.
Ivan took a step forward and said, "You made me look weak. I do not like being made a fool of." Toris could only look on helplessly as Ivan approached.
"Please, Ivan," Toris begged. "I'm new here and it was an accident. It won't happen again, I promise."
"I don't believe you," Ivan said simply before swiping Toris' legs out from under him. "It's time for you to learn a lesson." The Russian took a fistful of Toris' hair and dragged him into one of the stalls. Toris knew what was going to happen before his head was thrust into the water of a toilet. He struggled and pushed against the hand on the back of his head, but he was in an awkward position and didn't accomplish anything. He thought his lungs were going to burst when he was finally pulled back up.
While Toris choked and gasped for breath, Ivan giggled and said, "You look so funny when you flail around." The Lithuanian's head was shoved down once more. Already short on air from the first time he was dunked, it didn't take long for him to run out of the little oxygen he had in his lungs. He thrashed his limbs, and just when he thought he was going to pass out, Ivan yanked his head up again. This time Ivan released the grip on his hair. Toris kneeled and coughed up water until he could once more breathe.
Ivan pulled him up and pinned him up against the wall. He moved in uncomfortably close and whispered, "If you tell anyone, I will do much worse, da?" As if to punctuate his threat, Ivan moved a hand down and gave Toris' butt a sharp squeeze. Toris couldn't help what happened next. He smashed his head into Ivan's face, causing the larger boy to back up and hold his nose. After a moment he straightened up and Toris could see blood everywhere, even in Ivan's mouth.
Ivan smiled, showing off his red teeth. Toris wanted to turn and flee, but he wasn't going to back down that easily. He'd dealt with bullies before, and if you acted scared, it only got worse. He glared right into Ivan's eyes. They stared at each other for a while, and then Ivan giggled. Confused, Toris let his guard down as he tried to understand what was going on.
Apparently that was the wrong decision, because Ivan took the opportunity to pounce on Toris. He wrapped his hands around Toris' neck and slowly started to apply pressure. Toris tried to pry his hands off of his neck, but he only succeeding in scratching the larger boy.
"I like you, Toris," Ivan told him as he choked him. "I think we're going to become good friends." And that was the last thing Toris heard before he blacked out.
Yeah so something about my Poland just bothers me, so if you thought so too then you're not alone. Honestly his character was one of the main reasons I waited so long to upload this. He's just off, but oh well it's just a story. Thanks for reading!
Oh and I had the World Academy located in several different countries before ultimately deciding on the USA because I know that school system best.