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Translations:
Yo estaba tan jodidamente preocupados de que te habías ido- I was so f***ing worried you were gone.
After a long week of white medications and white lab coats, you were finally discharged from the hospital. Your mom, who seemed happier than usual, was going on and on about all the wonderful, smart, and safe things about your new school. You sat front seat in the car, your head leaning on the cold glass of the window. It was lightly raining, and you watched the droplets of water cascade down the window. Your mom's smile faltered, just like her voice when she looked over to you.
"Honey? What's wrong?" she asked, but you were silent. She sighed, and placed a hand on your shoulder as she slowly stopped the car at a red light. "I know that you don't want to leave your school. I understand that you're scared. But meeting new people is a great thing to do, and it's so much safer—"
"You don't understand, Mom," you whispered, afraid your voice would crack. "I'm not scared of new people. I just don't want to leave. There's still so much here that I can't . . . just . . . leave behind." A vivid image of Antonio popped up in your head. He was smiling, waving at you as the sun hit him. He was so beautiful and wonderful. . . Leaving him without telling him how you felt, how you always felt. Your voice was cracking now, tears rimming your (e/c) eyes. You just wanted him. You wanted him to know.
. . . And you wanted him to feel the same way.
Your mom was silent for a moment as she continued driving, holding the steering wheel with an iron grip. She glanced at you from time to time, gears working in her brain as she tried to make sense out of it. By the time you got home, your mom had finally come to a conclusion.
"(Name)," she said calmly, looking at you with warm (mom's colored eyes) orbs. "It's a boy isn't it?"
You froze.
She smiled softly, knowing she hit the jackpot. You nodded, wiping a tear that had managed to escape without your permission. You two were still in the car, staring at each other as the soft pitter-patter of the rain surrounded you.
"I think I understand," she said softly. "I would be like that, too. I just wanted to make sure you were safe, (Name). I had trouble with my mother when I was your age, too. I just want . . . to be the perfect mother. For our family's sake."
Guilt and love swelled up in your heart, and you reached to hug her. You sobbed into her shoulder. All of this was too much on you. Antonio, Ivan, Romana . . . Why did your life have to suck? And now, your dear mother, who was going to force you into a new school was here, hugging you while you cried. Keeping in all of that emotion and never being able to let it out. . .
"I love you, Mom. I love you," you repeated as tears streamed your cheeks and your eyes became puffy and red. "I love you, I love you."
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The first day of school since the accident. Every step you took felt like lead, and you mindlessly continued to touch one of the long, dark scars that appeared on your arm. You used this lotion-thing to make most of the scars go away, but this stubborn one just wouldn't leave. Many of the students stared at you as you walked through the halls. It was no doubt that you have been the biggest gossip hit for the past week. You found yourself staring at you feet as you tried to navigate through the crowd. Whispers, rumors, secrets. . . They floated all around you as you walked.
"(N-Name)? Is t-that really . . . ?" a voice broke you from the mellow spell that had taken you over. You looked around, only to meet two bright green orbs. You smiled softly, walking towards him sheepishly. His face looked so shocked, as if he had seen a ghost. Brushing a piece of hair behind your ear, you looked up at him with a small grin.
"The one and only," you croaked out, not realizing how much damage you had taken until now.
"Oh, my god," he whispered, embracing you in a sudden hug. You gasped, feeling his strong arms around your frame. You were so shocked that you couldn't think; you just stood there, arms limp as he continued to hug you.
" Yo estaba tan jodidamente preocupados de que te habías ido," he muttered quickly in Spanish, and you didn't understand any of it. He managed to crack a warm smile at you, and then realized that he was still hugging you. He scrambled away, as if embarrassed. You shuffled your feet together.
"What, did the doctors make you mute, chica?" he joked, and you let out a laugh.
"No, but they did brainwash me into thinking that you're an idiot. Wait, you actually are," you teased, punching him in the arm.
The arm that was holding you a few moments back.
You blushed at the thought, and then looked back at Antonio. "Is Romana okay?" you asked him, and he beamed.
"My little Romana is such a fighter! She's perfectly fine! In fact, she gave me a good smack in the face yesterday! Hahahaha," the Spanish boy laughed heartily, and you gave him a fake smile. Even after all of this, he was still in love with her.
But, as he walked you to class, you wondered if he felt that same spark when you two touched. . .
(Page Break)
"KESESESESE! THE AWESOME ME HAS ARRIVED!" a certain Prussian boy yelled as he smacked his lunchbox on the table, taking a seat.
"Must you be zo loud?" the Frenchman argued, poking him with his plastic fork. "(Name) and I were 'aving a good conversation until you came in. Isn't zat right, (Name)?"
"Yep," you said as you poked at the Italian pasta you got from "Romana" (more like Feliciana) for "saving" her. The crimson-eyed noticed your quiet mood, and he frowned.
"(Name)! The awesome me is here! Being boring sucks balls!" whined Gilbert. The Frenchman nudged him.
"(Name) is 'aving a 'ard time wiz 'er lover who doesn't really love 'er. She was telling me zis just before you came in," Francis whispered in his ear.
Gilbert, being a big gossiper who loves to know all the dirt on everyone, was intrigued by this. "Vat? Who does (Name) like? I can beat him up!" he replied, and you shot him a dark look. You weren't quite sure if you could tell them who you liked just yet. After all, Francis and Gilbert were best friends with Antonio, and you were positive that they would side with him.
"He's just someone who already has a date to the dance," you said sadly, tugging on the cloth of your shirt.
Gilbert's eyes lit up. "Dance? The awesome me may be too awesome for a puny dance, but I have an idea!" He beckoned you closer, whispering his plan in your ear. Immediately, you blushed at his evil little scheme.
Starting now, you will be dating Gilbert Beilschmidt.
What will you do? Will you go along with Gilbert's scheme? Or will you say no?
Hey, hey. The summary said a twinge of Various X Fem!Reader.
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