Russia x Reader: All-American Bully

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Your fifteen-minute morning break had just begun, and of course, you immediately pulled out your sketchbook and plopped down on a nearby bench, picking up a pencil and soon becoming completely lost in your own world. Tuning out all the chatter around you, you ignored the snack in your pocket in favor of finishing a drawing you had started earlier on the bus. In fact, it was a fanart of your favorite character from [fav anime]. Unfortunately, there weren't many other students at your school who watched anime.

You sat there, sketching away peacefully and minding your own business, when suddenly a wad of paper hit you in the head.

"Ow," you mumbled, rubbing your head and glancing around for the person who had tossed it.

"Dude, you idiot!" shouted a loud, slightly accented voice.

"Yeah, you hit an innocent frau!" ...frau? Da heck?

A guy with sandy blonde hair and glasses came loping up to where you sat. You actually recognized him as Alfred, one of the jocky football guys. He snatched up his ball of paper and then bent over your lap, peering intently at your drawing.

"Dude, what the heck is that?!" he yelled, snatching your sketchbook away for further examination. A whimper escaped your throat.

"Um, can I have that back...?" you mumbled. He ignored at you and examined at your drawing intently for a moment, obviously staring at the- ahem- stranger elements.

"Whoa, man, this is seriously creepy," he said disapprovingly.

Your face flushed. "I said, can I have it back?"

Ignoring you again, he continued. "I mean, why would you want to draw something like this? It's so weird, and ugly." He leaned forward and tapped your forehead condescendingly. "You... are... not... Japanese," he drawled slowly. His face darkened. "You're a freakin' American. [If you're not, just pretend. XD] Draw stuff the right way."

You clenched your fists in your lap, trying to hold back hot, angry tears. Angry at that stupid jock, but mostly angry at yourself for not being able to stand up for him.

"Hey Matt, Gil!" Alfred hollered. "You gotta see this, she's actually drawing that stupid manga crap!"

He was gripping your sketchbook roughly and waving it around wildly in the air. The extra pencil stuck in the spiral-ring binding flew out and clattered to the ground.

"Give it back," you cried, your voice cracking tearfully.

"Who's gonna make me, weeaboo?" he taunted.

"I am."

The whole courtyard seemingly fell silent as an intimidatingly tall, stocky student stepped up behind Alfred. You might have just been imagining it, but there seemed to be a fiery purple aura surrounding him...

You heard other students nearby whisper "Oh crap, it's that Braginski guy!" "Let's get outta here!" and other such statements as they scrambled to clear quite a big circle around your little group.

"Give her the book back," he said to Alfred, his voice low, calm and surprisingly... quite sweet-sounding. His eyes were closed and his mouth turned up in a kind smile, but the violet flames still burned.

Alfred's face paled, but he shook it off and laughed obnoxiously. "W-why should I? Go play in the snow or something, commie!"

The guy's eyes snapped open, revealing them to be a striking shade of almost-purple. "You should not have said that," he said cheerfully, taking a step closer to the American and pounding one fist into his large hand.

To your surprise, Alfred instantly dropped the sketchbook. "Stupid commie," he hissed, scrambling over to his two friends and heading away rapidly.

The guy picked your sketchbook up off the ground and handed it to you, still smiling sweetly. "Here you go~"

"T-thanks," you said, blushing slightly. "My name is ______..."

"And I am Ivan. I couldn't help but see some of your drawings..." you held your breath nervously. "...they were very cute!"

You exhaled in relief. "You really think so?"

"Da!" he replied. "And you are very cute too!" He gently patted your head.

Despite the weirdness of the gesture, it made your heart race. "O-oh, thank you..."

He held out his hand and pulled you to your feet. "We should get to class now, da?"

"Da," you repeated, letting him pull you along behind him to your next class.