I'm Ok~Hetalia x Reader Ch. 8

A Mistake and Some More Friends

    And that’s the fact that she should stop getting lost in thought in crowded hallways.

    With (Y/N)’s luck, it was only natural for the very person she had been thinking about to run into her. While it at least seemed to be an accident, she felt that the result, which happened to be the annoyance basically tackling her, was still all of his fault. After all, he was apparently her bad luck charm. All of this stemmed into the last ingredient needed for the boiling pot of anger stew. Rather abruptly, (Y/N) shoved “the awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt” off of her as harshly as possible. She bolted into standing position and let the emotions flow.

    “What on Earth is your problem?!” she shouted at the albino who was still on the floor. “Every single moment in this school is now torture because of you and I did absolutely nothing! I mean sure, I may have been disgusted by your behavior, but how could I not, you egotistical jerk? That in no way means you have to affect my life in such a negative way. First, it was the (F/C/D). Then, it was your annoying fangirls blocking my way. Next, it was the (F/S) ball. And finally, it’s your stupid attitude. You act like you’re better than everyone, but you’re obviously not!” And with that final angry statement, (Y/N) turned and stomped off with her fists clenched. When she reached her first class, she threw her stuff down and sat in her desk resting her head on her propped up hand. People may have wondered how the whiteboard was not bursting into flames considering the fierce glare the girl was giving it. (Y/N) was aware of a symphony of whispering arise as the “oh so awesome one” entered the room, though it was only barely noticeable as she was focused on thinking her deep dark thoughts about killing her hate outlet. Another thing she was very aware of was the glares she was getting which were quite similar to the one she maintained on the poor board. That was the bad thing about small schools. News spread rather quickly. The whole school would probably know of her outburst toward Gilbert by 3rd period. This sort of thinking caused the girl to let a very annoyed sigh. ‘Yup. I’ve doomed myself,’ she confirmed.

    “Ahem.” (Y/N) glanced up only to find (B/N) glowering down at her.

    ‘Yup. Very doomed.’ Nevertheless, (Y/N)’s current aggressiveness caused her to ask, “Can I help you?” in a very irritated manner.

    “Why are you such a jerk?” (B/N) questioned snootily “Last year, you tried to argue with me over something that wasn’t even your problem.” Ah yes, the whole ‘someone bullying your friend isn’t your problem’ argument. “Now, you’re being rude to Gilbert for no reason. And you punched him? Gosh, you’re so mean, (Y/N).” (Y/N) was sure this would be the moment when a character’s jaw drops to the floor. However, she was also sure her face was too frozen from the shock she had just received. Her? Punch Gilbert? No. She would never do anything like that. The farthest she had ever gone in injuring someone was slapping (F/N) due to their inside joke from a few years back. But that was just friendly kidding. Hitting anyone other than her close friends could get her in trouble and she could not afford that. Her mom would be so angry with her if she were ever to do anything like that. Suddenly, the bell rang snapping (Y/N) out of her stupor. She noticed that (B/N) had taken her seat. Probably because the teacher had walked in. Just what had she gotten herself into? It’s not like she had meant to yell at anyone. She just couldn’t take that albino’s stupid attitude anymore.

    Surprisingly, that was the only moment of Tuesday she had suffered. It was already time to go home and she hadn’t had another incident. Now, she was in a good mood as she walked down the hallway with (F/N).

    “I still can’t believe what they’re saying,” (F/N) commented.

    “I know… You have to be stupid to believe that I would punch anyone.” (Y/N) sighed.  The idea was so idiotic she still didn’t know how the rumor had spread so far.

    “Bella!” (Y/N) just kept walking at the sound of the shout. It was obvious that she hadn’t anticipated for an Italian to nearly tackle her and then hug her instead. Ludwig and Kiku approached the two as if it were an everyday thing.

    “Get off me,” (Y/N) demanded as she attempted to push Feliciano off of her. He released her at her command.

    “You’re almost as scary as Ludwig,” he commented scooting away from her a bit looking a tad frightened.

    “It’s not my fault you’ve never heard of personal space!” Kiku smiled a bit at this. The Italian did seem to act in such a way. “What do you want, anyway?”

    “We wanted to see if you wanted to come over to work on the project,” Ludwig answered.

    “Project?”

    “Don’t you remember? (Mr./Mrs. T/N) assigned us a project on a topic of our choice,” Kiku explained. (Y/N) groaned in frustration. She recalled the details of the project and that she had been grouped in with the trio. The teacher had refused to change the groups upon (Y/N)’s request. Something about ‘being able to get along with anyone’ or something.

    “Fine,” (Y/N) grudgingly agreed. “Just let me call my mom first.” And with that final statement she turned around and walked away from the trio to have a bit of privacy. Maybe she could keep them focused on the project instead of them questioning her. “Hey mom, can I go to a… Friend’s house to work on a project for school?” She was hoping that her mother would deny her immediate request over the phone.

    “Sure. That works out perfectly, too. I was going to be about 30 minutes late,” her mom answered.

    “See you later then.”

    “Bye!” (Y/N) was very disappointed to hear her mother’s response, but nevertheless, she returned to the trio. “She said it was ok…” she mumbled.

    “Yay! I can make us pasta! And you can help! We’ll have so much fun!” Feliciano cheered.

    “Yeah. So much fun,” she muttered sarcastically as she followed the trio to a bus which she guessed led to one of their homes. Feliciano had pretty much forced her to sit by him while Ludwig and Kiku sat in front of them. It wasn’t until then that she realized (F/N) basically disappeared. (Y/N) would have to slap her for leaving her to her doom.

    “So, uh… What was your name, again?” Feliciano asked her after the bus started moving.

    “(Y/N),” (Y/N) grumpily responded.

    “Do you like pasta, (Y/N)? “ he asked.

    “I guess…” She had actually found that she was quite good at cooking pasta, though she had no idea why.

    “Um, (Y/N)?” Kiku had turned around in his seat to ask the girl something. “Is it true? That you punched Gilbert?” Feli seemed rather curious too as he stared at her waiting to hear her answer. Ludwig had merely glanced at her wondering what she would say.

    “Of course not.” (Y/N) glared at the Japanese man. Why were people believing such a ridiculous lie?

    “I’m sorry, (Y/N). I was just curious,” Kiku stated as he turned back around to face the front. This caused the girl to feel bad for how she responded. After all, how was he supposed to know that she would never do such a thing? He hadn’t even been going to her school for very long.

    “It’s alright. I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that so we’re pretty much even.” Everyone was quite relieved to hear (Y/N)’s response. It would have been quite awkward if she had a problem with Gilbert, Ludwig’s own brother. The bus stopped and the trio stood and left the yellow form of transportation with (Y/N) in close pursuit. They all walked up to the front door of the home. Ludwig pulled out his key and unlocked the door. He led them in and told them where to put their stuff which was in this specific spot in a back room where they would be working. ‘Geez. He’s worse than my mom. How is that even possible?’ (Y/N) wondered. You see, her mom was a neat freak and it was obvious that Ludwig was one too. However, they couldn't start their project yet due to Feliciano wanting to make pasta. ‘It’s not even close to dinner yet,’ (Y/N) had thought. (Y/N) left the room quite a bit later than the others due to her once again getting lost in thought. She travelled down the hallway towards the living room and the kitchen. All of a sudden, a door on the right of the hallway opened ahead of her.