Dead Depressed Suicidal Bullied
You felt the pain on your back again, but you had no idea why it could be hurting so much. You tried to re-trace your steps to remember when you might have hurt it. But you tried not to focus on the pain because Arthur was coming over. You were a country that was almost as big as him. You gained independence from him, it caused him to become a wreck for awhile. But over time he became better and and fogived you. When he came over he would try to cook, which he would make you eat it. That was bad because you usually got sick from his food, but somehow you adapted. You heard the doorbell ring, it kind of hurt to walk but you ignored the pain. "Hey Arthur, come right in." You said stepping aside, "Thank you ______. So how have you been?" He said walking over to the couch. "I'm fine." You lied, he stared at you for a moment before saying anything. "You're lying aren't you? I can tell because I did raise Alfred. You know how mischie
Russia x Bullied! Reader
Today was your first day of school at the W academy. You were a new student, but not the only new one there. A guy name Ivan was new here too, and he looked like a pretty cool guy. Other than the fact that he was a bit scary. But you liked him anyway.
You walked in the hallway, heading to some club you joined. Some club about going home or something, it sounded a bit lame. The best part about this school was that you barely had to carry anything. So gracefully you walked about the halls, since you had about 10 minutes until the next class.
You walked and closed your eyes, humming a small tune you remembered. When you ran into someone, and instantly you opened your eyes. A big guy stood in front of you, peering down at you. "Oh, um sorry about that." You apologized, giving a nervous smile.
The guy growled a bit and cursed under his breath. "You stupid girl, watch where your going." He said rudely, pushing you to the floor. "Ow, I didn't mean to!" You yelled at him. The guy
America X ComatoseReader In This Empty Shell
In This Empty Shell
America X ComatoseReader
Ever on and on I continue circling
With nothing but my hate in a carousel of agony
Till slowly I forget and my heart starts vanishing
And suddenly I see that I can't break free
Alfred was sitting in a chair next to a hospital bed, sobbing and holding onto the hand of his girlfriend, (Name).
"(Name) . Please come back .." He pleaded for hours on end, but his comatose friend couldn't hear a word he said.
I'm slipping through the cracks of a dark eternity
With nothing but my pain and the paralyzing agony
To tell me who I am, who I was
Uncertainty enveloping my mind
Till I can't break free
Alfred felt so alone without her. Ever since the accident six months ago, she had been stuck in this hospital and hasn't responded to anything he's said or done since then.
(Name) had serious injuries to her spine and many broken bones, and possibly severe brain damage. It was already bad enough she had fatal injuries.
But what would happen if
2p!Canada x bullied!child!reader-Thank you so much
You raced down the alleyway, as fast as your little seven year old legs could take you, away from the older boys yelling mean things to you and laughing about it as you ran. They had their pet pitbulls with them on leashes, helping track you down and adding to their noise. Your leg muscles burned but you couldn't stop. If they caught you, they wouldn't let you go so you just ran. "(name)! (name)! Get back here ya little bitch! Come on! We just wanna play with you! The dogs do too! They're growling with excitement!" Your eyes stung from the threat of more tears but you shook your head.
You pushed trash cans down to try and slow them but nothing worked. They were determined to catch you. Since you were only a seven year old girl and them, teenage boys, it was only natural that you would tire out before them. It was amazing that you were getting as far as you were.
You soon collapsed onto your hands and knees. They quickly surrounded you. The dogs' loud barking pounding against your ear d
Bullied!France X Reader I Know What You're Not
(Name) stepped out of her mom’s car and shut the door behind her.
“Have fun at school (Name),” her mom said from behind her. “Call me when you’re ready to leave.”
“Okay mom,” (Name) responded before turning back and going into her new school. She hoped her first day wouldn’t be too bad, or at least not as bad as it was in her previous school. She never really liked it there anyway, and no one ever really liked her.
That’s why her mom thought she should move from (y/home state) to (state of your choice) and change schools. Her mom was hoping that (Name) would make some friends if she moved to another school and started over.
(Name), however, thought it was pointless. She sucked at trying to have conversations, and she was really shy. Any friend she every had in the past had either moved away later or drawn away from her by the popular crowd. What was the real point in trying? Getting her mother to stop pestering her about it, s
Breaking Walls (Prussia x Abused!Runaway!Reader)
“And the high this week is going to be a whopping 5 degrees Celsius!” The weatherman’s cheery German accent sang through the T.V in the little coffee shop she was currently taking refuge in, causing her to groan inwardly and refuse the need to slam her head on the table. This was the first time the girl had come into this particular coffee shop in Berlin, and she would have been thought of as a regular customer had her (h/c) not been so grungy and her (s/c) so dirtied with the dirt of the past.
(Y/n) knew that she was stupid for running away from home and thinking that she could find refuge along the bustling streets of Berlin, but she’d done it. And, honestly, she didn’t regret it one bit. She had enough money to get her by for a while, a nice comfy box-home to live in, a sleeping bag she’d snagged from her pot-headed mother’s room, and a few changes of clothes.
She’d run away from her problems, something she had told
Iron Cross Bruises: Pt 2 (Germany x Abused!Reader)
She is silently standing against the chill of winter, unguarded without her armor of winter garb against its icy tendrils that wrap about her. Her (e/c) eyes stare out at the world before her as though they have never seen it before, which is actually very well possible as she has never visited Germany before. (H/c) locks are swishing in the wind as she leans over the balcony's railing with the knowledge that she is alone in this house that Ludwig resides in as he and Gilbert are out for drinks.
A year past the jailing of her step-mother, (y/n) is beyond confident in herself and where she stands. It's been a year of her and Ludwig dating. It's been a year of unfathomable love from her 'brother', Gilbert, who is still currently awaiting news of marriage from the couple. She is certain in herself and her German-Italian roots and beyond pleased in what she has accomplished in a year.
She has disconnected herself from those who made her feel unimportant; hell, she moved to a different <em>
Iron Cross Bruises (Germany x Abused!Reader)
Three gunshots. They’d told her there’d only been three gunshots before he’d fallen, but she couldn’t believe that he’d really been hurt. Her father, her tough-as-nails German father, would not have gone down so easily if he didn’t find it in the best interest of someone besides himself.
It had been a struggle to get the iron cross from her step-mother, her mother having died twelve years prior to a long-lasting battle with leukemia, but she’d taken it from her jewelry box one night while she slept. The iron cross, which her step-mother had used to beat her with, was the last piece she had of her father, and she held onto it and never took it off (save for when she showered; she didn’t want it to rust).
She had feared her step-mothers unending wrath that had only increased since her father had passed. She feared the verbal abuse that had been added to with slaps to places that would be hidden. But most of all, (y/n) feared school.
I'll Keep You Safe (Abused!Reader x Russia)
You were sick of this. You were always pushed around by your abusive boyfriend, (bf/n). You brushed a piece of (h/c) hair out of your face as you tended to a long cut on your forearm from his most recent attack.
You needed out. You needed out badly.
After you finished dressing your wound, you walked out of your bathroom. Before you could even get two steps away from the doorway, there was (bf/n), grinning like the madman he was.
"Oh _____~" he said in a sing-song voice. "I have something for you."
"W-what is it?" You stuttered
(Bf/n) smirked. "Oh, you know, a gift from that commie friend of yours." He spat as he threw a box at you and walked off.
You hastily took the box and opened it. It was a matryoshka doll representing you. It had your (h/l) (h/c) hair, you (s/c) skin, and (e/c) eyes. It even had on your favorite outfit!
A small smile graced your lips as you looked over the small doll. Seeing a folded piece of paper,you picked it up and read it.
I'll be b
Germany x Bullied!Reader: Freak
Germany x Bullied!Reader
Another long day. Another painful day. Someone had written the word 'freak' on the mirror in her locker. She had ignored it, but people saw it and laughed. She was shoved into the lockers about five times today. People pushed her books out if her hands six times today, and she was called 'Freak' and 'Strange' countless times. She was a nice girl, but for some reason people liked picking on her.
"________!" She heard a voice call out, as she was walking home to her abusive parents. She didn't want to go home, but she didn't want to be late either, and besides, being called freak, and emo would be better than going home to pain, right?
"_______!" The voice called again, and she turned.
"What?" You asked, a bit annoyed at the blonde running toward you.
"Sorry. About zhe mirror zhing. My older brother did it, Gilbert,
and I vanted to say sorry." The guy you recognized as Ludwig said, and you scoffed.
"Really, how much are your friends paying yo
Oneshot: Bully!England x Bullied!Reader: Football
Oneshot: Bully!England x Bullied!Reader: Football
It all began on a perfectly normal day.
Sadly, normal days weren't exactly good for you. To put it simply, you were bullied. Technically, compared to what you had seen inflicted upon others, you weren't being bullied, but rather harshly teased. The boys that "bullied" you were smart enough not to physically harm you, as they had had their fair share of detention. Their words often hurt, but it wasn't enough to make a fuss about, and you didn't want anyone to think you weak for simple teasing. So you just put up with it.
Of course, to your total displeasure, your home was close enough to walk to from school, but far enough that it made you feel like you had to trek across the country.
And, of course, that trek consisted of crossing the soccer field.
If you haven't figured it out yet, all the boys that liked to pick on you were on the boy's soccer team. All of them.
The "leader" of that little bunch of annoying and the main
Bully!America x Reader ~You Changed
Before I get started, Let me just say this is my first Hetalia X Reader or anything X Reader thing! So bare with me and I hope you like it! BTW I read a fanfic and it's sorta based off of it. Enjoy! And thanks if you like it! C:
If you need help and is new at this...:
(f/n)- First Name
(n/n)- Nick Name(If you don't have one, then just use your regular name)
(l/n)- Last Name
(f/c)- Fav. Color
(e/c)- Eye Color
(h/l)- Hair Length
(h/c)- Hair Color
There was a little boy, about 6, sobbing on the swings. A little girl, the same age, had approach the young boy, sitting on the swing next to him.
"Hi Alfred, what's wrong?" The girl asked the boy.
"The... the other kids... won't play with me... and are..calling me names!" He cried sniffling between spaces. The girl immediately took action and put her arm around his shoulders for comfort. "It's
Bully!America X Reader: Sequel
This is an optional sequel! if you were happy with the original ending then you don't have to read the sequel. Please no flams.
You laid on your bed staring at the ceiling, mulling Alfred’s words in your mind. You finally stood up to him, but you didn’t feel like you thought it was going to feel. If anything you felt more alone than ever. You felt empty inside. Maybe you should have given him a chance? You began to argue with yourself in your head.
‘No! He had his chance, and killed it!’
‘Everyone deserves a second chance.’
‘How can I trust him after what he did?’
‘Alfred is the type of guy who learns from his mistakes.’
You sighed, not wanting to deal with this, and pulled the covers over you.
The next day you really didn’t want to go to school, but you did anyway. Things were pretty much the same. A few pushes here and there, and a couple name callings, but nothing too severe. That was until you saw Gilbert and Mathias
Bully!America X Reader
“Watch it, loser!”
“S-sorry.” You said quietly.
“Yeah you better be, bitch!”
You sighed and continued to walk down the school hallway. In the distance you could hear other students rolling their eyes and sneering in your direction. You were almost to your locker when you were suddenly shoved to the side so hard that you fell on the cold floor. You looked up and saw Gilbert pointing at you and laughing along with the other students who saw.
“Stupid frau! How dare you get in the way of the awesome me.” He said proudly before catching up with his friends.
You sighed as you lifted yourself up and finally made it to your locker. This was just like any other day. You were always being bullied by almost everyone while others were too scared to help, afraid that they would be the next victim. You hated this. You hated that you had to live like this every day. Gilbert was not the real threat. The one who started all your torture was “Mr. Her
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Today was going to be another great day of school, you just knew it!
You shoved another spoonful of cereal into your mouth, the thought of seeing all of your friends at school again made your heart leap with excitement. Squirming around in your seat, lost in thoughts about having another day at school, you were slightly startled when you felt hands close over eyes.
"Guess whoooo?" A voice called out cheerfully.
You giggled, still a bit shaken from being starled, "Mom, let go silly, I'm trying to eat my breakfast."
She squealed childlishly as she pulled her hands away, "Awh, how did you know, ___
Finland x Dead! Reader
Finland x Dead! Reader
While it's raining, general fiction
Generator by VOCLAOID-Magnet
In the house of the Nordic Five, there was a girl named [Name].
[Name] was Finland's girlfriend.
She was like a sister to the rest of the Nordics and to little Sealand, she was like a mother to him.
The couple used to do everything together; playing, baking, sharing stories, delivering presents every Christmas, hanging out with or without the other Nordics and Sealand, walking Hanatamago and so on.
The two also knew that [Name] was only human, and could die anytime soon, while Finland was a country and was able to live for as long as his country stands.
Despite those circumstances, they both accepted it and spent every single moment they could together, which is exactly why [Name] moved in with the Nordics.
Is that long enough?
Will she accept me?
Waaaaaaaah I'm so nervous!
Many questions and random panicky things continued
Depressed! BTT x Dead! Reader: I Swear
Depressed! BTT x Dead! Reader: I Swear this time I mean it
Oh Florida, please be still tonight
Don't disturb this love of mine
Look how she's so serene
You've gotta help me out
Spain looked out into the skies as it rained all day. It was hard to believe just three days ago you were going to be his and only his. You left without a goodbye but he didn’t care, he was too busy trying not to lose his mind over loosing you so easy. You slipped from the space between his fingers when he wasn’t looking. He was waiting for you…forever. He wanted the big man upstairs to give you back to him.
And count the stars to form in lines
And find the words we'll sing in time
I want to keep her dreaming
It's my one wish, I won't forget this
He looked to his left then to his right; his friends had left him to pick up chicks…again. He kept trudging on, eventually making his way home. He picked up his guitar and started to play some chords crying his eyes out in the process. He
Depressed!America x Dead!Reader She will be loved
Depressed! America x Dead! Reader
Beauty queen of only eighteen
She had some trouble with herself
He was always there to help her
She always belonged to someone else
America was strolling down the sidewalks in New York. He was losing interest in the world. Constantly thinking about his lost love, name. He missed everything about her, from her smile to the way she walked gracefully into a room. It was amazing how she even dated him. She was a common “territory” amongst the other countries. But he was always there to pick her up when they left her for the others, that’s the reason why she probably trusted him more.
I drove for miles and miles
And wound up at your door
I've had you so many times but somehow
I want more
After what seemed like days he started to run and eventually found his car. He got in and drove and drove, watching in his rearview mirrors as the large city grew smaller in the distance. After hours passed he stopped in front of an old
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America X Suicidal! Reader Bullet
America X Suicidal! Reader
My legs are dangling off the edge
The bottom of the bottle is my only friend
I think I'll slit my wrists again and I'm
Gone, gone, gone, gone
My legs are dangling off the edge
A stomach full of pills didn't work again
I'll put a bullet in my head and I'm
Gone, gone, gone, gone
She sat there alone on the edge over looking New York. Next to her sat a can of alcohol, her antidepressant pills, and a gun. She hadn’t chosen how but she had options. There was no point anyways. The taste of her last cigarette still tainted her teeth. She stared at her scars, both the physical and mental ones.
Gone too far yea I'm gone again
It's gone on too long tell you how it ends
I'm sitting on the edge with my two best friends
One's a bottle of pills and one's a bottle of gin.
It’s not like anyone would miss her. The only person who would have missed her, passed away two year ago. ‘Why did you have to leave me uncle?’ She was completel
Over the Edge ~ Suicidal!CanadaXReader
Dear anyone that notices I’m gone,
This is it. I’m done with this. No one knows who I am, not even my own pet! Kumajirou, I’ve been your owner since I found you twelve years ago, and you still can’t remember my name. Alfred, I really hate how much of a dick you are to other people, mostly because when they go looking for you, they think I’m you and beat me up instead. Arthur, seriously, stop being so grouchy and cross with everyone, stop fighting with Francis, and stop calling me Alfred! Francis, leave Arthur alone, and please just keep your hands to yourself for once. And (Name), I’m so sorry I couldn’t tell you this in person, but I love you. And I’m sorry I have to leave you like this, and you’ll probably hate me forever. But don’t follow me into the next life. I want to be able to see you and your beautiful smile from wherever I end up. Live for both of us. Take good care of Kuma for me. Lastly, I w
BTT X Suicidal!Reader ~ I Love You, Guys
You sit in the bathroom, only wearing a towel around your body. Beside you is your mobile phone and a razor. You often went to a psychiatrist, but you always feel so depressed. Actually, your main problem is the Bad Touch Trio. You love them, more then the whole world.
You sob and cry in your bathroom, you locked the door and with teary eyes you look at the razor. Now you wish is to scream out their name and say them, that you love them. You take your mobile phone and you notice that your body begins to shiver.
You whisper to yourself: *Now or never, probably they will hate me, but i have nothing to lose. I have only these boys and now i will lose them...probably*. So you type in your phone: "Before I go, I just wanted to say, I love you".
You cry further and think about to send the message to Gilbert, Francis and Antonio. "I shouldn't care", you whisper and press on the 'send' button. Your heart race and you take the razor and watch at the blades.
"MY AWESOME P
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