Back Off! Bully!2p!CanadaXReader"Hey! Four eyes!"
You flinched at the nickname but you grit your teeth and tightened your hold on your books, determined not to look at him. Grin and bear it, as your mother used to say.
"Hey, four eyes! I'm talking to you!"
God, why couldn't he just leave you alone?! You saw all the girls in your class fangirl over that jerk, though you didn't understand why at all. Sure, he was Canadian, but what differance did that make?
God, how you hated him. You hated that stupid, shit eating grin of his, that stupid Canadian accent, and his stupid I'm better than you attitude. To top it all off, he felt the need to bully you constantly and remind you why you were part of the unpopular crowd. Oh yes, you loathed him, and you were starting to get sick of his bullshit.
You felt a hand slam down on your shoulder and you whipped around, your patience wearing thin. Sure enough, you came face-to-face with jock Matthew Williams and his usual goddamn grin, long blond hair pulled back into a messy ponytai
Prussia x Romano ~An Outing of Sorts~Gilbert Beilschmidt cursed. It wasn’t his fault the Vargas brothers looked alike. How had this happened, again? He batted the question away. He was better than this. He would suck up whatever embarrassment everyone thought he put on himself and rise above the snickering. Yeah. He would show them. He was more awesome than them.
Besides, if things went well, he could use this chance to—
“I thought you were going to take me out to someplace nice, albino rat!”
Ah, Feliciano’s older brother. He was always something of a hothead. It wasn’t that he was a threat—quite the opposite. He couldn’t hold his own in a fight. The only real arsenal he had up his sleeves was his pot-mouth of a tongue and lexicon of swear words up the alley. To this day, Gilbert was still unsure of how Antonio put up with him all these years.
“Ja, I did tell you I’m taking you somewhere nice,” he smirked. “It’ll be so awesome that you