Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.

Story Warnings: Depression, cutting/self-harm, Eating Disorder, and abuse.

Chapter Rating: T

Chapter Warning(s): Cursing and mildly inappropriate language.

Notes: Simon is one of Denmark's many human names.

Gilbert groaned loudly as his alarm clock rang. He smashed the button, turning the annoying device off. Why was it even on, anyway? Wasn't it still Spring Break? "Bruder," Ludwig called, "breakfast is ready!" Gilbert groaned again and answered, "Five more min-u-u-u-tes. It's Spring Break."

"Spring Break was over yesterday! Today we have school," came the angered reply.

Gilbert choked on his own spit and shot out of bed, screaming, "Crap!" He ran to the bathroom and quickly did his morning routine. After the chaos was over, Gilbert sprinted down the stairs. Breakfast today was a simple platter of toast, eggs, and liver wurst. Four plates were served on the table. Gilbert counted the plates and how many people lived in their home over and over in his head. "Hey, Ludwig. Why did you make extra?" The youngest of the two sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Have you already forgotten that our friends are staying with us for the rest of the month?" Gilbert made an "o" shape with his mouth. He did forget that Roderich and Elizabeta were staying over. Their houses were being remodeled, and they didn't want to stay at a cheap motel that had pillows full of pigeon feathers. Gilbert was absolutely thrilled. He was such good friends with Roderich. The best part? Elizabeta was Gilbert's ex and Roderich was dating her now. However, Gilbert was much too awesome to feel awkward.

Gilbert didn't want to eat with his "guests" (he was too awesome for them) so he settled on a single piece of toast. He grabbed his backpack before leaving the house. Ludwig didn't ask any questions, because it was a common thing for his older brother to do. It was quite worrying at first, but Gilbert made up for his lost nutrition with extra lunch.

Gilbert made his way to school with his best friends Antonio and Francis. For some reason, they were talking about Francis' beard. "Francis," Gilbert said, "you look like some old hag that was left back thirty-seven times."

"Mind you! The ladies think I'm totally sexy!"

"What ladies?" Antonio asked. The entire group burst out laughing. Antonio abruptly stopped, "No, seriously. What ladies?"

Gilbert ignored Antonio, "You won't ever get a girlfriend with a sasquatch anus on your chin."

"Shut up!" Francis was getting defensive, "Enough about me. Looks like you gained a few pounds there, eh?" Gilbert made a confused face. "What do you mean? This is all muscle!" Antonio agreed with the frenchman, "Actually, I think he's right. Muscle and fat are very different!" Gilbert blushed and turned his head away from his friends. Did he really gain weight? He sighed. He was going to have to exercise more with Ludwig; he had been slacking off.

In ten minutes the threesome had entered into Hetalia High's campus. Sadly, they had to be separated until fifth period lunch. The teachers knew from experience not to let the boys be in the same classroom together. Not even their lockers were at a close range.

Gilbert walked to his locker like a sneaky-ass ninja. Nobody knew this, but the teenager was being consistently harassed by other students. This is the reason why he always tried to come to school early; so he wouldn't have to face them. At first, their pathetic words didn't hurt. They still don't. But if the "leader" of the group was ticked, Gilbert would often get beaten up. He couldn't afford to harm his beautiful face! Even though I don't actually think I'm that much of an eyesore.

When Gilbert reached his first period class, he saw that a few of his classmates were already there. Kiku was sitting at the front desk while peacefully reading a manga. Natalia was seated two desks behind Kiku. Gilbert's friend, Matthew, was sitting all the way in the back. Matthew smiled and waved, and Gilbert acknowledged it with a cheesy grin. The red-eyed boy sat down in his seat. He boredly eyed the front door and watched as people came in. The classroom was filled in a short amount of time. The teacher grabbed his clipboard and jotted something down. Gilbert sighed, instead focusing his attention on the teacher's desk. There was a medieval calendar and a nametag that read "Mr. Kirkland". "Alright, now that I've gotten everything set, why don't we begin class?"

When first period was almost over, Alfred thought it would be a good idea to start a conversation. He leaned over to Gilbert and whispered, "Um, dude? Is it just me or did you totally gain a few pounds?" Gilbert had to stop himself from shouting in exasperation. "Fuck! You too?" Alfred raised an eyebrow. "It's just . . . you look kinda chubby compared to the last time I saw you!" Okay, maybe Gilbert hadn't exactly exercised at all during break - and maybe he had eaten lots of unhealthy foods - but you don't just suddenly gain weight so quickly in seven days! Alfred had lost weight, too. Gilbert couldn't retort with a classic fat joke when he himself was on the heavy side. That would be incredibly retarted. "Gilbert!" A voice suddenly yelled. Gilbert turned around, only to meet the eyes of a very pissed, very British language arts teacher. "Balls," Gilbert mumbled. It was the first day since break, and he already managed to get into trouble. "Do you know the answer to my question?" Gilbert gulped, "U-uh I didn't really hear it."

"Well, if you were actually paying attention, you would have heard it! Were you paying attention?"

Gilbert had to choose between lying or telling the truth. In all honesty, he would embarrass himself either way. "Yes, sir! I was paying attention." "Then answer it."

No words could describe Gilbert's situation better than "oh shit".

"Uh . . . Hamlet?"

Mr. Kirkland smiled and said, "That is absolutely wrong!" The entire classroom erupted in laughter. Gilbert blushed deeply. He had never felt so embarrassed before. The teacher asked another question, "Can someone else tell me? Ah, yes Simon? In a complete sentence, please."

"Romeo falls in love with Juliet. Not Hamlet." A few kids giggled. A person near Gilbert muttered, "Idiot."

Oh.

He was an idiot, wasn't he?

Gilbert bit his lip until the laughter died down. Finally, class had ended. Gilbert hurriedly picked up his books and made his way to the door. He was about to escape to the hallway, but some unknown force pushed his items onto the floor. Gilbert knelt down to pick up the dropped objects, but was prevented from doing so when a dirty shoe stomped onto his only pencil, efficiently snapping it in half. "Good luck finding something to write with for our next class," a snarky voice said. Gilbert picked up his things and left the awful room. Mr. Kirkland only watched the scene unfold before him, getting quite entertained. It's what Gilbert gets for not paying attention. Karma's a bitch.

The next class Gilbert had was math. He absolutely needed a pencil for that, since the math instructor found it unacceptable to use broken writing materials. Plus, the teacher was pretty strict and would give Gilbert complete hell if he came unprepared. Don't you just love school?