Feliciano Vargas was locked in a locker once again. This was the fifth time this week and this was his first week here. He was constantly being bullied by many of the students as soon as he got to Hetalia Academy.
He knew why they were choosing him – of all people – to pick on. Feliciano was the definition of "wimp", and he learned to accept it after being bullied for a while.
To be honest, the Italian boy didn't care very much, as long as he had a friend to hang out with, he didn't mind. Although, he didn't have many friends yet. There was one boy, Kiku Honda, that was nice to him, but other than just being nice, there wasn't much to their relationship.
Kiku was quiet and, yes, did put up with the young Italian's annoying voice when they spoke to each other, but Feliciano wasn't sure if they were friends or not.
Lovino, Feliciano's older brother, didn't have a hard time like Feliciano. The other students were too afraid of his fiery attitude to even try to pick a fight with him. It was just one of those things...
Feliciano wasn't an issue for them, though. With Feliciano's older brother nearly oblivious to what was going on, it didn't matter to them.
"Them" being Francis Bonnefoy, Arthur Kirkland, and another boy who was a few years older then them named Sadiq Annan...But Sadiq picked on almost everyone...
Feliciano banged on the door of the locker from the inside. He was small enough, so he fit and it wasn't too uncomfortable, but he didn't like being in this predicament.
"C-Can someone help me out?" Feliciano's whiny voice echoed from the locker; school hours were over, "Great..." He managed to sit in the locker with his knees against his chest, "I'll be lucky to get out at all today...Or tomorrow...Or before Monday..." The Italian boy sighed, "What am I going to do until then...?"
Suddenly, the locker opened, making the Italian fall forward onto the floor in front of a blonde-haired, blue-eyed, muscular boy who Feliciano recognized as Ludwig Weillschmidt, Gilbert Weillschmidt's younger brother.
Gilbert helped Feliciano avoid getting bullied every now and then, and got along very well, but unfortunately for Feliciano, Gilbert was two years ahead of the Italian boy, and couldn't help him too much.
"Ah!" Feliciano cowered a bit at the sight of Gilbert's younger brother. Though we was younger than the albino, he looked much more buff and menacing, "P-Please don't hurt me!"
"Relax, I'm not gonna hurt you," The blonde boy shook his head and offered a hand to Feliciano, "You're lucky I decided to stay behind and study a bit longer before leaving. Just about everyone else is gone."
"Thanks," Feliciano smiled a little before taking the German's hand, "You're Gilbert's brother, right?"
"Yeah, we're in a few classes together, if I'm not mistaken," Ludwig nodded as he helped the smaller boy to his feet.