There are bully's at every school, no matter how good they pretend to be, no matter how high the standards of the school were. 'Hetalia high' was one of those schools that didn't even pretend to be good, not that it had much hope of fooling anyone other-wise. There were lots of bully's in this school,
including a terrifying Russian, and the head-master himself, and of course, were there's bully's, there's victims, one of these such victims was Felinciano Vargas, a Italian, who used to be peppy and cheerful,
until the bullying began..
It had all began when he'd travelled to Britain, along with his grandfather, Parents, and grumpy twin brother. His new school, wasn't anything like his previous one, which was a small catholic village school,
were everybody knew each other. Hetalia high, was rough, and grey, the school itself was surrounded by high metal bars, and it was the kind of place, were nobody would bat an eye-lid to someone being beaten up. Needles to say, Felinciano didn't fit in, for the rough members of the school, he became an easy target. they never actually hit him, but they always taunted him for being 'weak' and useless.
Begrudgingly, the Italian got ready for school, it was an unusually hot day, for Britain, and by all means felinciano should be happy, but he just wasn't, not when he knew he had to face those tormentors again.
" Heya Feli~ whatsa the problemo?" His gradfather, Rome chimed. " Your looking so down in the dumps lately, I'm beginning to confuse you with Lovino?"
" Ve Itsa nothing, Granpa-Rome" Felinciano, forced himself to put on his classic eyes-closed smile. " Just some boys are mean to me is all."
"Well you just show them whose boss, eh?" Rome chuckled, ruffling his grandson's hair fondly. Being a popular sports lad at school, Rome didn't really understand how Felinciano was feeling, so brushed it of as teen hormones or something. " I gotta go to work, don't eat too much pasta for lunch now, Ciao!"
Felinciano sighed, as he watched his grandfather leave, this day seemed just like any other..
In a house not too faraway, a certain German, was having a similarly depressing morning as the Italian. Ludwig Beildshdmits, had suffered from a sleep deprived night before,due to his younger brother Gilbert, arriving home blind-drunk, at some un-godly hour.
The said brother, was currently passed out in the basement, were he lived. Ludwig sighed, his brother had always enjoyed a drink, but since their Grandfather 'old man Fritz' had died, Gilbert had spiralled out of control, getting kicked out of the family home, and having to live with his younger brother, scrounging of Ludwig's measly teachers wage.
After finishing of a plate of sausages, or ('wurst' as the blonde prefared to call them) Ludwig left,
dreading another day as a teacher, in debatable the world's worst school. And to make matters worse, Gilbert attended the school he taught him.. Ludwig could never leave his problems at home.
The torment began, as soon as Felinciano arrived, he'd somehow managed to trip over his shoe laces,
and fall flat on his face. Back in his old school, everyone found his clumsiness cute, but here, people either saw it as an annoyance, or just plain stupid.
""God Felinciano,your stupidity never fails to astound me." Sneered Arthur Kirkland, without even bothering to help the fallen Italian. The Brit seemed to find the brunette genuinely annoying, and he always made sure to express his annoyence one way or another.
"Hey, do you need any help there" A heavily accented voice called out. Felinciano looked up, to see the clear blue eyes of the German P.E teacher, Mr Beilshtmitdt.
" V-Ve-" Unable to form a proper sentence, Due to the pain were he'd whacked his head, and the attractive German Kneeling down in front of him, Felinciano just nodded.
Carefully, Ludwig extended his hand, and helped the younger boy to his feet, checking him over to make sure he was okay.
" Looks like you hit you're head, ja? best come to the nurse, got to be careful with those things." Ludwig said, his voice as professional as ever didn't betray any emotion. it was more suited to a business meeting, than helping an injured student.
" Ve Yes sir!" Felinciano beamed, despite being close to tears only seconds earlier, the teacher's kindness, had greatly lightend his mood.
The Brunettes ability, to change moods so quick, never failed to amaze. Ludwig too, was a little surprised, not that he'd show it.
So that's how Ludwig started his day, striding to the nurses office, with a slightly concussed Italian trailing behind him.
The 'nurses office' in Hetalia high, was basically a little room, without any beds, just a few chairs, and cupboards containing Paracetamol and pain killers. The room, was very rarely managed, the school didn't it's own nurse, just a county one, that went round all the schools in the area, so was only there about once a month.
Ludwig sighed upon seeing it devoid of people, although it didn't really surprise him. gesturing for Felinciano to sit down on one of the worn plastic chairs, Ludwig began rooting through the cuboards, for pain-killers.
" So, how did you fall, vargas" Ludwig questioned.
" Ve- well.. I just kinda tripped.." Felinciano responded, his face turning red, ashamed of his clumsiness. he waited for the teacher to respond by telling him he was stupid and an idiot, but that never came.
" Be more careful then, ja" Ludwig replied, as he pulled out a box of pills. Felinciano beamed at the display of kindness. " Vell,
are you okay to take these, no allergies?"
" No sir! No allergies" Felinciano nodded, accepting a pill and the glass of water, and promptly swallowing them. Normally, the brunette found it difficult to swallow pills, but not this time for some reason.
Ludwig glanced at the boy before him. He remembered when the Italian first came to the school, he was all smiles and singing, but now, he just looked depressed all the time, and spent every lunch time eating by himself. The thought saddened Ludwig , but he wasn't sure why.
" Vell.. you better get to class.." Ludwig said pointing to the door. In a way, he wanted to help the little Italian more, but he had no idea how.
Ludwig had never been good with people emotionally, he pre-fared to hold others at arms length.
Happier than he was before, Felinciano skipped out, a innocent smile plastered on his face.
Of course, this happiness wouldn't last, and the day was about to get worse, far worse...
