I do not own hetalia, bla bla bla, something about laws and stuff. Written by M.
Everyday single day Arthur Kirkland would walk into school to see "U suk!" written on his locker door. Due to this daily occurrence he would simply sigh and begin to scrub off the same words. Since this happened everyday he kept some cleaning supplies that he kept in his locker since the janitors seemed annoyed that he would come see them everyday for the same thing, that they had just let him keep some. The british boy was used to the bullying since it started at a young age. He would be tormented daily since he would talk to his imaginary friends aloud but these were his friends and were the only things keeping him sane.
"Flying Mint Bunny? When do you think they will learn how to spell? These people have managed to misspell every word here. I didn't know someone could even do that," he muttered out loud.
All of a sudden someone came up from behind him and slapped him hard on his back.
"Hey Iggy! How's it hanging dude? Talking to yourself again I bet and don't lie, the hero always know the truth!" said the school's all-star athlete, Alfred F. Jones.
Arthur tried to keep calm but he never could. His heart would beat so fast when Alfred was near. He had come to accept his sexuality years before but he never said anything because he knew the bullying would only get worse. Bunnies, fairies and unicorns can only do so much to help. Every time he looked at Alfred, he wanted to betray his brain and follow his heart. He wanted to confess everything to Alfred. He couldn't though, he feared the hurtful rejection too much. He tried to focus in on what the american was saying and eventually snapped back into the conversation.
"First of all, just because I come from England does not mean you can call me "Iggy" and secondly, I do not talk to myself!" Arthur yelled at him.
"Woah dude. Chillax for a moment. I was just saying that you were mumbling to yourself. Jeez, so touchy," complained Alfred.
"I have a name and if you don't want to use, I don't see the point in talking to you," Arthur said. Why couldn't he have controlled his anger? Alfred, the guy of his dreams, was talking to him and was joking around. Here he was saying never to talk to him again like the foolish boy he was. He looked into those deep ocean blue eyes and saw something that looked like sadness or hurt. Alfred simply muttered a response and walked away leaving the brit to collect himself before class started.