Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Hetalia. Wow, I didn't expect such a big response for just the first chapter! Thanks for all of your support you guys! 0v3rachi3v3r is my good friend with whom I am in the dare competition! So, allow me to clear some things up: in one of my schools, you could see the only accessible roof from the cafeteria, because there was a courtyard in the middle of the school. Also, the bullying stories, I looked them up online, so some of these things actually happened. As for his social "label", he's somewhat of a punk. So, saving the rest of my ranting until the end, please read, review, favorite, and enjoy! Here's chapter 2:
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The walk home after the final bell rang was slow and agonizing. Thoughts were racing through Arthur's mind, and he couldn't quite decipher them. All he knew was that he wanted to get as far away from the school as possible.
'Alfred?' Arthur thought to himself. 'He carried me to the nurse? Why the hell does he care?' The pain had momentarily subsided in Arthur's face as he pondered the idea of one of his worst enemies carrying him to the nurse's. And then it hit him. 'Of course! That wanker is just doing this to make himself look innocent! That bastard was on the roof while those pricks beat me!'
The theory of Alfred avoiding a punishment brought some stability to Arthur's mind. He was used to the beatings, and the name callings. However, not once had anyone ever offered him any help whatsoever. He was usually left on the ground for God knows how long until someone else found him. This was the first time someone had ever shown any bit of kindness to him, and he couldn't quite understand the reason behind it. Seeing as he only received hate from the jocks, it was incredibly confusing to Arthur that one of them would carry him. 'He's only hiding guilt. Only hiding guilt! That's why he carried me! But…'
There was one more detail that made the events on the roof more confusing: Alfred stopped the beating. Others usually cheered on the jocks, and laughed at Arthur as he was pummeled mercilessly by them. So why had this time been any different? Why did he choose now to stop them? And why Arthur?
After about five minutes, Arthur finally reached his apartment. He'd been living in it ever since he turned 18, and it was the only place he truly could call home. Arthur trudged up 8 flights of stairs, and promptly inserted the key into his door. Once he was inside, he slammed the door and threw his backpack on the chair. Even though the weight of the bag was removed from his body, his limbs still felt heavy, and his thoughts continued to weigh him down. Arthur collapsed against the door, and warm tears began to cascade out of his eyes. He tried desperately to stop them from falling onto the ground, but his efforts were to no avail. Eventually, he slumped to the ground, pulled his legs in and rested his head on top of his knees. His back was still in contact with the door, but he was now just a mere ball sitting just inside the threshold of his tiny living space. 'I'm sick of this shit!'
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First period began, and Arthur had made it to class on time. Unfortunately, so had Alfred. 'Oh God, please don't let him ask about yesterday,' Arthur prayed silently as he headed to his seat. He set his books down on the floor, and hung his backpack on the back of his chair. Once he sat down, he put his face in his arms, and rested on the desk. 'At least he hasn't said anything yet,' Arthur admitted. 'But, why does he look so tense?' His thoughts were interrupted by the teacher's voice.
"Mr. Kirkland, can you come here please?" she asked from her desk. Arthur stood up and headed over quickly, hoping to hide his face from his classmates so they wouldn't ask about the scars and bruises. He was able to cover some of them up with make-up, but some were too hard to hide. 'Please just let me go back to my seat.' Arthur hoped, but his hope was short-lived.
"What happened to your face?" There it was. If the students wouldn't say anything, the teacher just HAD to ask. "You had a very negative attitude yesterday in class, and I'd say that attitude has carried over to today. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were in a fight. You do know the punishment for fighting in school, right?"
"Yes Ms. Daniels."
"We will discuss your actions when you come to meet with me after school today for detention. And if you don't make a turn around in your behavior, I am going to…"
"It's not his fault!" The mumbling around the classroom had ceased. The teacher looked out to see who the source of the voice was, and she didn't have to look far. Standing on the side of the room, wearing his favorite letterman jacket with a large number 50 on the back, was Alfred. "Arthur didn't do anything!" Arthur's jaw almost dropped. First he defended him on the roof, now he was going to defend him in class? 'No, he was just saving his own arse on the roof. But why is he helping me now?'
"Well then Mr. Jones, would like to tell me what happened to Arthur here?" Ms. Daniels asked. "Was he in a fight? Did you do this? I seem to recall you two arguing yesterday in class."
"No. He didn't fight anyone. But…" Alfred began to say.
"But what, Alfred? What happened to your fellow classmate here? Or should I just give you both detentions right now?"
"You're going to give him a detention because he was beaten by several students to a bloody pulp?"
If anyone in the class was still talking by this point, they went silent. The tension was so thick, one could've cut it with a knife. They could've heard a pin drop, or any matter of minute noises. No one dared to utter another word. After several minutes, the teacher spoke up. "Who did this then? Did you see them?"
"Y-yes ma'am," Alfred replied. "I saw them. And I stopped it too. If I hadn't Arthur would be in a much worse condition."
'That's why,' Arthur thought. 'Now he's making it so that he's innocent in the eyes of the disciplinarian! This bastard might not be as dumb as I thought. But he should still receive some punishment for…' For what exactly? What did Alfred do to him? Saved him from severe mutilation? Humiliation? Another detention?
"See me after class Mr. Jones. I want to discuss this matter with you."
And all Arthur could seem to do in return for Alfred saving him was get him in trouble with the teacher.
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Detention that afternoon wasn't entirely terrible. Arthur had been forced to do worse in the past. For the duration of his hour-long detention, he was supposed to pick trash up around the school. 'At least Alfred and I have to do different things,' Arthur thought. 'But since when do I care what that prick does? I don't!'
The hour passed by quickly, and Arthur wanted nothing more than to leave the school and avoid any unnecessary contact with Alfred. He didn't need the annoying idiot to ask him more questions. When he finally was able to leave the school, he saw someone quickly approaching him. At that moment, Arthur would've traded anything in the world for the person to be Alfred, but it wasn't. It was the bastard who beat him on the roof of the school. Even though he was about a hundred yards away, Arthur could clearly see the object he was holding in his hands: a rope.
Arthur was so focused on the bastard approaching him, that he didn't notice the two jocks closing in on him from behind. They each grabbed an arm, and one of them slapped a piece of duct tape on his mouth, quickly stifling the scream he began to let out. "What's up faggot?" the jock with the rope asked jokingly. "Did ya hear? Your little tattling to the teacher got me suspended for two weeks!"
A fist slammed into his stomach. "And now I can't play football!"
Another one slammed into his face, bringing back all the pain of the previous day. "And I can't do any of the actual fun shit that goes on at this school!"
Again and again, the fists made contact with his body, making every inch of him feel incredibly painful. "So this time, I'm going to teach you a lesson that you'll never forget. LEARN YOUR PLACE YOU LITTLE FUCKER!" A final blow was dealt to his head, and Arthur was knocked unconscious. "This is what happens when you mess with me."
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"Arthur!" Alfred shouted. Detention was over, and Alfred was really worried about his classmate. After telling Ms. Daniels the details of what had happened, his teammate was immediately suspended from school, and Alfred was almost positive that he would retaliate. He knew his teammate hated Arthur, and he was certain that whatever he had planned, it would not end well. "Arthur! You done yet dude?"
The next noise he heard resembled that of a car speeding away. 'The parking lot?' Alfred thought to himself. Then he saw Arthur, beaten, bound, and stripped. His body now from head to toe was covered in many bruises and various cuts, some of which were bleeding. Arthur had been tied to a steel support beam of the overhang of the bus port in the back of the school, and his clothes were scattered all over the place. "Arthur!"
Alfred rushed to the support where Arthur was tied, and immediately began to rip the knots apart. As soon as the last one was untied, Alfred picked him up, and ran towards his car. After flinging the door open, he gently laid Arthur down in a seat, and placed his letterman jacket over his naked body to cover up. Before he left, Alfred ran around the parking lot, and collected all of Arthur's various clothing articles which had been strewn in thorn bushes, and thrown in trees.
Once he had collected Arthur's clothes, Alfred got in the driver's seat and sped out of the parking lot. 'Damn! I was too late to stop it!' he thought to himself. As soon as he arrived at his house, Alfred immediately scooped Arthur out of his seat, and ran inside. "Mattie! Bring me some ice, fast!" he shouted at his little brother who was in the kitchen. "And grab any bandages we have!" Alfred carried him to his room, and set him down in his bed, under the covers. If he was taking care of the guy, he could at least have the decency to cover him up.
"I-I'm here Alfred! Here's the ice you needed," Matthew said from the doorway. As he handed the bag of ice to his older brother, he stared at Arthur with a look of concern. "I-is he going to be okay?"
"God I hope so," Alfred said in reply. 'This is all my fault!'
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So what did you guys think? I'M SO SORRY! This is the last time I'll do this to Arthur, I swear! Anyways, what I said earlier was true; I did look up bullying stories. The worst ones I found were people tied to a flag pole in underwear, so I took it one small step further. Anyways, everything in this story has a purpose! And yes, people in schools I have been to were immediately suspended once the teachers were informed of something terrible they did. Anyways, please favorite and review (no flat out hate please :3), and I'll start working on chapter 3!
