A/N: Again, apologizing in advance for spelling/grammar mistakes.

***Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or any of the characters

***Warnings: Language, Yaoi, Sad back stories, Gilbert being an asshole, and possible smut in later chapters

Chapter 2

Ivan rummaged through his backpack until his fingers brushed against a neatly folded piece of paper. Pulling it out, he unfolded the page to find his schedule for the first semester. First period was world history. Great. It was all the way across the school, and Ivan would have to travel there as a grumpy, soggy mess. With a sigh, he took off in the direction of his first period.

Kids cleared the hallway upon spotting the large Russian. The half of the kids that didn't bully him were scared shitless of him. They avoided him like the plague in fear of him taking his pent up anger out on them. It's not like he would though, as much as he hated Gilbert and the others that bullied him, he would never want to cause physical or emotional pain to them. He knew what it felt like to be on the receiving end of the torments. Well, now that he thought about it, he would like to cause Gilbert pain. But only a little bit. Seeing his face twisted from a smirk into an expression of pure agony at least once would satisfy him for the year.

Ivan shook his head, ridding his mind of such vile thoughts as he entered his first period classroom. To his utter horror, Gilbert Beilschmidt lounged in his assigned seat with his feet propped on the desk in front of him. Ivan just kept his head down as he dragged his feet to the board to see where his assigned seat was.

Are. You. Fucking. Kidding. Me.

Of all of his rotten luck his assigned seat was directly next to the obnoxious German he resented so much. Rubbing his temples, Ivan signed and shuffled to the back of the classroom to take his seat next to Gilbert. The albino gave him a sideways smirk and slowly raised his hand.

"Yes ?" The teacher asked, as she looked up from taking roll.

"Excuse me , but I would like to request a seat change. The smell of communism is very distracting." Gilbert said loudly and gestured to Ivan. Some of the guys in the class openly laughed at the comment while the girls giggled behind their hands.

"That was highly uncalled for Gilbert, no, you cannot change seats and I'll need to talk to you after class." Gilbert slumped back in his chair defeated. He then turned to the boy next to him and whispered a quick 'worth it'. Ivan tried to disappear into his scarf as he felt the eyes of the entire class on him.

The rest of the period went by without much trouble. A few insults were thrown at him from time to time but nothing too bad. When the bell rang, Ivan quickly stood up and checked his schedule for his second period. It was biology, luckily the class was just down the hall.

"Hey Commie bastard! Keep your fat ass on the other side of the hallway! There's no room for me to walk anywhere!" A voice almost annoying as Gilbert's called out to him from behind. He turned his head to see the familiar blond hair and blue eyes of Alfred F. Jones. Hadn't he been through enough today? He didn't need Gilbert's henchmen to be after him too. Ivan continued to walk, just wanting to curl up in a tiny ball and sleep for a long time. A few students brushed passed him, one whispered 'watch out for the whale'. Ivan felt his face heat up as the kids in the hallway watched him with judging eyes.

Ivan was very self-conscious about his weight. He wasn't fat, the Russian was actually quite built after 13 years of hard work on the farm. But that was all concealed by the layers of sweaters and jackets he wore. It was just a habit from the enduring the cold Russian winters. Besides he felt more protected with the layers, he pretended they could physically stop the insults from reaching him. Of course this was just his imagination but it helped sometimes.

Once he entered his second period he let out a sigh of relief that there was no Gilbert or Alfred. Taking his seat near the window he pulled out his sketchbook and flipped to the page he had started on earlier that morning. Resuming with the soft lines he drew the delicate curve of a woman's face, a slight smile played at her lips and her nose slightly bigger that average but still beautiful. He then moved to the eyes. Oh how he loved her eyes. Soft and caring yet strong and determined. His pencil marked the paper with soft trailing lines as he sketched the hair. Long and shiny, it flowed delicately around her shoulders. He went back around the outline, darkening key points and sketched light shadows to add depth to the portrait. Satisfied with his work he delved into his backpack and pulled out a single violet colored pencil. He began to fill in the eyes, lightly at first then darkening the edges and where her bangs cast shadows over the gorgeous lilac orbs. He sat back and admired the portrait. As proud as he was with his artwork, it would only reach his eyes. He had no one to share it with and it would only bring back painful memories for his sisters. Besides, his skill level wasn't were he wanted it yet. He doubted he would ever be able to capture her beauty in something as simple as a portrait.

Ivan set his sketchbook aside as the teacher droned on about rules and expectations. It was the same in all his classes leading up to lunch, which fortunately were without Gilbert, Alfred or any of his other tormentors.

When lunch time came around Ivan was allayed to escape the deadly presence of his sister. To his relief, she was a freshman so she didn't have any classes with him. She must have had the lunch before him and he couldn't be any happier. His short moment of happiness, however, was brought to a screeching halt as he saw Gilbert and Alfred sitting at a table near the front of the lunch room. Ivan ducked his head, which didn't do much considering his height, and hurried towards the back of the cafeteria.

He sat at a table by himself and retrieved his sketchbook from his backpack once again. He began to flip through his art in search of a new page.

"Your drawings are beautiful," a soft voice sounded from behind him. Ivan stopped mid page turn and whipped his head around it shock. A small boy with shoulder length chocolate brown hair and soft emerald eyes stared back at him with a gentle smile.

"Th-thank you," Ivan muttered a sincere smile graced his lips.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" The boy asked. Ivan guessed he was a freshman considering he wasn't spewing insults or cowering in fear.

"No, please have a seat." Ivan gestured to the seat beside him. The boy set his lunch down and offered Ivan his hand.

"I'm Toris, it's nice to meet you." The gentle smile never left his face. The Russian gladly took his hand.

"Ivan," he stated. "Da, it is nice to meet you too."

Maybe this year wouldn't be as shitty as he thought.

A/N: Thanks again for reading, please review if you have time ^J^ And a quick reminder that Alfred and Gibert are horrible at insulting people XD

Translations: Da; Yes (no shit Sherlock)

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