A/N: Hey guys! I know this story is a little sad and maybe depressing… but don't worry all chapters won't be this upsetting! :D I love USUK as much as you guys do! But once again a disclaimer:

This story contains self-harm, bullying, some derogatory names, and boy x boy. If you as a reader do not like any of these topics: DO NOT READ!

Please enjoy the first chappy! I do not own Hetalia :/

In the cafeteria is where I saw him. Alone, in the corner, head turned away from the loud and obnoxious teens, staring out the window at the rainy sky. I wasn't the type to stare at anyone for more than a second. Not if I wanted them to laugh at me/call me a faggot/call me emo boy/ jump me. Usually I would just sit in the corner and try to draw as little attention to me as I could. Almost like what he was doing. I recognized the teen as Alfred, he had just transferred here from the states and though I didn't talk to anyone it was hard to ignore that in which the talk of the juniors was until he arrived. Once he arrived and the teens realized that he didn't fit into to any of their cliques, he was forgotten by everyone. He was just a piece of dirt blown off their clothes by the wind, much like myself.

Before I knew what was happening I could feel my feet carry me over to the corner table where Alfred sat. Alfred's eyes never once left the window as I took a seat and began to eat my sandwich. Feeling daring, I shot one last glace at the American from under my long fringe, his eyes remained glued to the window. Turning back to my sandwich, I relished in the fact that I was sitting next to someone who hadn't beat me up…yet.

This continued for weeks, Alfred and I would sit at the table together during lunch. Neither of us acknowledging each other, but wasn't bothered by each other's company either. No one paid attention to the way we isolated ourselves… well that is until Henry returned from suspension. I was eating my lunch peacefully when he walked up to Alfred and my table.

"Well if isn't the little faggot," Henry laughed loudly, already students began to listen in, "and what's this? Did the faggot find someone to jam their cock up your ass? Alfred, right?" Henry turned towards Alfred but all Alfred did was turn his head towards the rowdy teen lazily. I watched through my bangs with worry, I didn't want the American to get picked on because of me. That would just add me to another person's hate list. So slowly and without much thought I spoke up:

"Leave him alone Henry, he isn't in this. He doesn't even talk to me. So just stop and sod off" I looked up and glared at Henry. From the corner of my eye I could see Alfred directing his attention towards me. But I couldn't focus on that as I saw Henry's hand reach forward and yank at my wrists. It was too fast for me to do anything to stop him. As he grabbed a hold of my sleeve I winced in pain. The whole cafeteria was now paying attention to us.

"Oh! Well then does he know that you're a pathetic little emo boy? Hmm? I bet you cut yourself in the corner, because you know everyone hates you." I struggled in Henry's grasp, wincing in pain as I tried to remove my arm. But it was too late; Henry had already yanked up my black sleeve, revealing a row of cuts up my arm. Some of them were healed; others were only a few days old. "Well, whaddya know, I was right! You're a failure in everything you do, you can't even commit suicide successfully" The teen laughed loudly dropping my arm as if it was made of acid. I could feel the familiar burning in my eyes that always resulted in my black eyeliner smearing on my face. So hurriedly, I pushed past Henry and ran out the cafeteria, never once stopping until I was in the bathroom, shielded by one of the stall's door. There I sat on the toilet, refusing to cry but instead I reached in my pocket and pulled out my razor. Slowly, I dragged the razor up my arm, only deep enough to feel pain but not deep enough to bleed profusely. Once I was finished I closed my eyes and focused on the pain. I didn't realize that I zoned out until I heard someone banging on my stall door.

"Open the door; I know you're in there!" I heard a deep but quiet voice mutter with authority, causing me to panic.

"Go to hell and leave me alone!" I shouted but instead of a reply the stall door was forced open. There in front of me was a disheveled and panting Alfred with a paper towel in his hand. "Are you here to pick on me too? Well you can save your breath and get the hell out of here!" I yelled at Alfred. He flinched a little but instead walked inside the stall with me and shut the door, causing us to be uncomfortably close. Alfred looked like he couldn't care less as he bent down and gently grabbed my arm with the fresh and newly made cut on it. I had forgot all about it but realized that it was still slightly bleeding. "Please…Go away" I mumbled, feeling suddenly very drained and tired of everything.

"No, I'm not going anywhere" was all Alfred mumbled; taking the paper towel he had in his hand and pressed it firmly on my cut. I winced in pain but soon it subsided and I moved Alfred's hand away as I began to hold the paper towel on the cut by myself.

"Why aren't you repulsed by me?" I questioned with suspicion. Alfred sighed and pulled up one of his sleeves. On his arm were many scars from cuts, they traveled all the way up to his bicep. I couldn't help but stare in amazement. Looking up, my green eyes were met with astonishing blue.

"I know how you feel, Arthur. I know how it feels to know that there isn't a single person who gives a damn about you. But don't worry, for now on, I'm here for you." Alfred brought his hand up to the back of my neck and ran the pad of his thumb across my cheek. I didn't know what to feel. I didn't even know he knew my name, everything was happening so fast today!

"How do I know that" I questioned, feeling the last bit of fight wash out of me. Alfred bent down, his mouth an inch away from mine. Without any control over what was happening, I could feel my eyes flutter close. Alfred's breath was hot against my lips. He took his freehand and intertwined it with my fingers. I waited for the taller blond to kiss me but when he didn't, I opened my eyes. Alfred had his eyes closed, forehead on mine, sadness etched all over his face.

"You'll know" he whispered a single tear falling from his cheek onto mine. At that moment I felt as if I had known Alfred all my life. I felt a connection I had never felt with anyone else. Alfred then brought his lips forward gently, almost as if he were to apply pressure we both would break into a million pieces. Alfred curled his hand in my blond hair, keeping his other hand in mine. My long fringe which covered my eyes, stuck to my forehead. Alfred slowly turned me around so that I was against the stall wall, one leg bent and pressed against the wall as well. He gently nipped at my lip, begging for entrance which I quickly granted him. Our tongues moved together in a needy dance. But soon we parted to breath; Alfred curled his neck and buried his face in my hair. I took his shirt in both my hands and brought him as close as we could get in this circumstance. I buried my face in his neck, both of us panting. The feeling of needing someone there, evident in the way we wouldn't let go of each other.

"I will always be here for you" I heard Alfred whisper into my hair but instead of replying I dug my face deeper into his neck and gripped his shirt tighter.

A/N: Please review! I live off of constructive criticism! Pweaseee! P.S: Yep, Henry is an O.C. Nope, this story won't be filled with OCs . Honestly I hate writing OCs but I couldn't bring myself to have any Hetalia characters be so cruel to poor Iggy.