Prussian/Ukrainian Problem

Inspired by Katyusha, Gilbert takes up a new hobby, cutting his wrists. Will he be able to hide his new form of stress relief from everybody? Takes place at the Hetalia School. No pairings, expect for an implied?

My sad attempt at yet another angst-y story and Hetalia story. I hope I am able to not mess this one up.

Disclaimer: Nope, don't claim to own any of the characters, except for the story…

Gilbert was running in the school halls. Why was he running? Well, it certainly wasn't because he was being chased by Ivan Braginski. That kid was his junior and much too fat to keep up with him or so he told himself. He was just in a hurry to get home, even if it took him around the school to do so! He told them all not to long ago.

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Gilbert hung out in the classroom just after his friends left to do their afterschool activities. "It's not as if I care! I'd much rather be alone anyways!" he said to himself, though some of the students left in the room heard him and started laughing, causing him to bear his fangs at them. Ivan then opened up the door, with the Baltic Trio behind him, and started looking around. When he noticed Gilbert, he waved his hand at him, while Gilbert waved his middle finger at him.

"Excuse me, have any of you seen my big sister~!" Ivan said with a smile.

Even though Ivan was in a grade lower then them, the remaining student were quick to give him a response in that they didn't know where she was (even the ones who didn't know who his sister was). "Gil, would you happen to know where my sister might be?" Gilbert just glared at him from across the room from where he was, "Why the hell should I tell you?" Everyone suddenly stopped what they were doing, but Ivan continued to smile, "Why, I believe that is none of you business, da?" "Well then, I believe I have nothing to tell you then, ja?" The corner of Ivan's mouth gave a short twitch, causing the trio behind him to tremble a bit.

"Well, if you must know, Gil Gil, I just wanted her to know I'll be coming home a little late today." He then stepped inside the room a little more, "Does that satisfy your question?" "I guess…but you know, I really don't know where she went." Ivan walked up to a desk and gripped down on it, "I see, so you were just leading me on? Now, that is not very nice, Gil Gil~!" Gilbert was pretty sure that if any of his friends were by his side, they would've stopped him from continuing as he was.

"You know what? I'm about tired of you calling me 'Gil Gil', Vanya!" Ivan looked Gilbert straight in the eyes, "What was that?" "You heard me! Anyways, it's not as if nobody noticed when Yekaterina left! I mean, it's so obvious!" Gilbert then put his hands in front of his chest, gesturing big breast. Ivan, deciding not to contain his anger too much, pushed a row of desks to the back wall, with some lucky students still sitting in or around them.

"I would please ask you to not talk about my older sister in that manner, da?"

Gilbert just smirked at him, hoping he still looked unfazed by Ivan's actions, despite sweating at bit heavily. "Oh, you thought I was talking about your sister's big boobs? I'm sorry, but I was in fact talking about yours, fat ass!" At this point, most of the student left the room, only to look from outside. Ivan was now very slowly walking toward Gilbert, not even trying to hide his anger, "What did you just say, Gil Gil?" he said as he push another row to the wall. Now Gilbert was sure Ivan was just trying to piss him off.

"What now? Deaf, on top of being fat? But I guess something would have to be on top of your fat, seeing as how it would just get crushed to oblivion!"

Despite feeling quite proud of himself for that not-corny-at-all line, he slowly pulled his bag on. "Welp, looks like it's time for me to be going on home now!" Now Ivan sped up to him, causing Gilbert to ungracefully make his way out the door. "Hey, get out of my way, people! I'm trying to home, damn it!" He quickly made his way through the door and out, while Ivan just stared at him. He walked to the door, thought a little bit, and then ran.

Gilbert started to slow down for a bit when he believed he was far enough away, until he looked back and saw that Ivan was actually give chase. "Oh crap!"

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"Damn *pant* it! How…how does someone *pant* so fat *pant* able to catch up with…with the *pant* awesome me?!" Ivan had been chasing Gilbert for about 15 minutes, and he knew he wouldn't be able to last any longer, "I'm not on the track team, damn it!"

Gilbert turned into the old part of the school, which he had been avoiding this whole time. Not a lot of classes took place there and not a lot of students wanted out there, except for couples who didn't mind making out in quiet, rickety classroom. Gilbert laughed to himself at that thought. He began scanning the rooms to see which one would be to best to hide in. "Wait a minute, if I actually do hide out in one of these rooms, it would only be a matter of time before 'der Dicke' finds me and I can only imagine three possible outcomes for me:

1. He kills me

2. He rapes me

3. All of the above

And knowing him, it will probably be all three in order!"

He then saw two bathrooms and while Ivan was far enough, ducked into to girl's bathroom, "He would never think to look in here!" He whispered to himself. It looked pretty messy in there, with a broken mirror and a flickering light bulb, while the others were just a little dim. Gilbert decided to hide in the stall with the door that had the less writing on it. When he pushed opened the door, he was shocked to see a girl sitting down, "HeiligeScheiße! Es tut mir leid! Ich wollte nicht..." He slowly uncovered his eyes when he started hearing some whimpering, some that he's heard before.

There, in the stall was Ivan's older sister, except she wasn't using the toilet. She was sitting down, with one of her sleeves rolled up, holding a small pocket knife to her wrist. Smaller scars still visible on her bear arm. Tears began to form in her eyes as Gilbert moved closer to her inside of the stall, "I…I…I…"

"Shut up. Do you have any idea how much trouble I've gotten into because of you?"

Ivan suddenly opened up the door.

Oh boy, this was supposed to be a short chapter! I guess there was more tomfoolery in this chapter then real angst. I guess this is more of a prologue then a first chapter?

I will try to update this story as often as I can! Please R&R! It'll help!