~Matthew's POV~
"Hey, Mattie~" The annoyance that was his own personal bully, Sarah, sounded from behind him. Dear God, what did I do to deserve this?
"Are you ignoring me?" The singsongy tone had left her voice, replaced by an irritated one. I carried on walking in silence, hoping she would go away.
"It's rude to ignore a lady!" She grabbed my wrist and shoved me against a locker so I was facing her, revealing her gang of beauty queen bitches not two feet behind her. This is just the beginning of my normal day, Sarah and the rest of her clique corner me, call me names, pull my curl, etcetera, etcetera. Today wasn't a normal day though. Today was different. Sarah had hold of my wrist and was using it to pin me to the locker.
"What? You deaf as well as blind, Canadian?" And this is why she is on the list of people I want to be eaten by a polar bear. Her and her little group of populars. Did they think I was a girl or something? Or am I just that weak?
"Hey! I'm talking to you!" Is she still talking? Before I could say a thing, she snatched my glasses, holding them away from me. Everything was blurry now, I couldn't see a thing!
"You need to take better care of your things," she sneered. They were out of my reach due to the books I was holding.
Crunch
And there was the sound of his glasses breaking. Again. 'How am I going to explain this to my parents and Alfred? That was my last spare pair!'
~BTT's POV~
"Hey, Francis, isn't that your primo over there?" Antonio pointed to a small group of girls surrounding someone with a hair curl that just won't go down.
"It is, mon ami! Look's like 'e is popular with zhe ladies, just like moi!" The eccentric Frenchman patted his chest on the last word of this sentence.
"You sure about zhat, Francey? It look like zhey've cornered him," the self-proclaimed Awesome Prussian was slightly worried about his friend's cousin.
"Zhen we must 'elp 'im!"
"¡Sí, vamanos!"
"Ja!"
And with that, the three boys all knew what they had to do. They advanced towards the group of Barbies, the type of girls that always went for Antonio, meaning they had to be cautious. Snaking an arm around the ringleader's waist, Francis started doing what he does best, flirting.
"Ma cherie, 'ave you always looked this beautiful?" The girl moved her hand away from Matthew's wrist to slap away the French student, allowing Gilbert to quickly grab the Canadian and pull him away. Antonio served as the oblivious distraction, the rest of the bullies staring at his behind in awe, with a livid Southern Italian nearby, ready to pull him away at any moment
Matthew had lost possession of his glasses and so was heavily relying on the Prussian to guide him.
"You all right zhere, Birdie?"
"Y-Yeah… Um, Gilbert? Where are we going?" the confused Canadian asked.
"Just here, Birdie," came the reply, Matthew was able to make out a tree through his blurred vision.
"Und, in drei, zwei, eins…" Just as the German countdown finished, the panicked tone of a certain Frenchman sounded.
"Matthieu, mon cher, what 'appened?"
'I won't cry, I won't cry, I won't cry!' Matthew told himself.
It was a little too late to say that now. Tears streamed down Matthew's face as his cousin pulled him into a soothing hug. Soaking Francis' shirt in tears, Matthew began telling the trio all about the girls who would push him, take his things, pull his curl, smash his glasses, who both physically and verbally abused him, who made his life a living hell. Through his rant, Francis didn't once let go of the Canadian, opting to smooth his hair and remain silent, not caring at all that his shirt would likely be see-through at this point.
"Amigo, that's terrible!"
"Zhose bitches! I swear, if zhey ever do somezhing like zhis again, I'm going to lose it!" Now sniffling, Matthew lifted his head off of the Frenchman's shoulder and looked at his Prussian friend, wiping his eyes.
"G-Gil, you don't have to do that. I can take care of myself."
"If you're getting zhis kind of abuse, you obviously can't, Birdie."
At that, something caused the usually quiet Matthew Williams to have a mini outburst in anger.
"Yes, because that must be why they did that, right? Because I'm defenceless? Well, not anymore. I'm going to get stronger! I'm going to make them all see why I can't be stepped on!"The Canadian pushed away from his French cousin, a determined look on his tear-stained face.
"Mon cher, if you are suggesting zhat you will injured zhose girls, I cannot say zhat I approve. You should know better, Matthieu!"
"I guess I got a little carried away… I guess Alfie must be influencing me again."
"It doesn't matter now, anyway. All that matters is that you're safe~" the ditzy Spaniard attempted to comfort Matthew.
"Vill you be ok vithout your glasses?"
There was a fair point. The Canadian hadn't even considered how he was going to make it through the rest of the day with his impaired vision. Slightly flustered, he began stuttering out an answer. "I-I don't know… Francis, what should I do?"
"Well, you could 'ang around with us today. We can 'elp you through zhe day!"
Matthew had a choice. Walk around on his own, blind as a bat, ask his brother for help and get interrogated or, hang around with his cousin and his friends for the day… It's amazing how appealing the last option was.
"Th-Thank you so much, Francis! But what about Alfred? If he sees me without my glasses, he'll get worried…"
"Don't worry, amigo, we have that covered!" Suddenly, Antonio seemed a lot less innocent than before…
Before there was time to think about it, the school bell rang, signalling homeroom.
Good thing Matthew had his three guides to get him through the day!
And if the "Hero" found out about everything, he was so screwed.
A/N: Hola, amigos, Lou here. How is everyone? This has been great fun to write. Tell me if we should write another chapter to this or not, there seems to be so much that can happen with this story! Anyway, thanks for reading and have a great day
A/N: PS, if you can see any way that this can be improved, please tell me! I'm always up for constructive criticism!