I get the feeling that not many people liked the fourth chapter of the story, judging by the amount of the reviews I got. Was it too dark for you? You guys can't say I didn't warn you since I did warn you guys... multiple times.

Anyways, I'll stop bitching and get on with the chapter. Hope you guys like this one cause it's going to be as humourous as I can make it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. I do, however, own Kristy.

Chapter Five

Eventually Kristy's fever died down and she had to go back to school, much to her chagrin.

So she was standing at the side walk waiting for the light to turn red as she reluctantly made her way back to the hell that was high school after a week and a half absence. She shoved her hands into the pockets of her jeans as the cold wind made its presence known, causing her to shiver since she was only wearing a t-shirt, a sweater and a white hoodie. She didn't bring a thin one along since it didn't fit over her other layers of clothes and she didn't feel like wearing any of the thicker ones because she felt poofy.

Her teeth chattered, but she didn't complain about the cold if only to keep a certain Briton's nagging at bay.

But he still found out anyways.

"That's what you get for not wearing a thick jacket!" He said triumphantly.

Kristy didn't even grace him with an answer to that statement. England was right, but she was certainly not going to admit that fact to him or any of the others.

"One day." She twitched. "Can't I just go one day without you criticizing me about something?"

England took immediate offense to that and denied her statement.

"Yes, you do." Kristy snapped. "I get the feeling that every single thing I do is wrong in your eyes because I can't seem to go one fucking day without you saying something!"

It was meant to be a sarcastic off hand statement that had no particular weight to it, but England seemed to be taken aback by what Kristy had said as he immediately asked another question after wards.

"Is that... what you think of me?" There was hesitance in his tone and he also sounded very hurt by her statement. "Someone who just nags at you for no particularly good reason at all?"

Kristy twitched as the familiar feeling of guilt that she had become accustomed to had washed over her. Sometimes she wished she was a sociopath as then she wouldn't have a conscience and therefore she wouldn't feel any of the shit she had to go through these agonizing months. But then again, she'd likely be a charming and charismatic person who went around ruining lives with very little regard to their actions, so that took out all the fun of contemplating being one.

"Look," She exhaled, even though she wasn't talking out loud. "You have good advice. Especially for someone who's aiming to be the perfect lady or gentleman in his or her life time. Unfortunately, I don't aim to be that kind of person. Never have, never will."

She chuckled bitterly.

"Especially now. I already have enough to deal with without having to watch my freaking manners."

There was silence. And then after a few minutes a long sigh. "You're right, love. I'm sorry. Asking you to act like a lady at this point of your life was... insensitive of me."

That made Kristy freeze in place and she nearly got hit by a car for doing so. Ignoring the angry owner of said car that nearly hit her and who was now giving her the middle finger salute, she started the upward slope trek to her school.

"What." There was no question in how she had phrased the word, but rather one filled with disbelief and incredulity. Since when the hell did England ever apologize to her?

"I'm- I'm perfectly capable of apologizing when I make mistakes, Kristina!" He huffed, but he still sounded hurt.

"I never doubted that." Kristy said, sounding sincere. "But this is the first time you've ever apologized to me or to anyone ever since I could hear you... so I'm just a little surprised."

"That's because, ma cherie, L'Angleterre hardly apologizes for anything." France piped in.

Kristy rolled her eyes as the two countries started their daily argument. By now, she knew that telling the two to "shut the fuck up" was completely pointless as they would just ignore her. In the history books she read, most of them described the various conflicts between the French and the English. Now she was getting a first row seat at just how well they did not get along.

"Will you two be quiet?" Still, even if it was pointless to say those words, it was the only thing she could do to ward off a headache. She still needed to get through seven hours of school and school hadn't even started yet! "If you have to argue, do it when you're out of the globe and when I can't hear you talking in my head!"

There was a pause and then muttered apologies as the two countries quieted down. The pain in Kristy's head began to die down and she sighed; looked like she was going to be able to make it through the school without Tylenol after all.

"Thank you." Kristy said when all she could hear in her head were her own thoughts.

xxxx

"Where have you been?" Was the first thing Kristy heard when she got to her locker.

Kristy placed her textbooks in her backpack, taking her sweet time in doing so before slamming her locker shut and snapping the lock on to it. She then made her way to the next class without so much as a glance over to where the sneering voice had come from. From behind, the sound of pounding footsteps followed after her.

"Hey!" A hand clamped over her shoulder and yanked her back. Hard. "I'm talking to you, you stupid bitch!"

Rolling her eyes, Kristy reached over and gripped the person's wrist, hard. This forced the person to let go and Kristy, after roughly shoving the person's wrist away, continued on without acknowledging them. She knew that this would only make the person angry, but that was exactly what she was hoping for.

When something with a sharp smacked into the back of her head, Kristy finally turned around to glare at the culprit.

Glaring back at her was an auburn haired girl with green eyes, a scowl marring her face as she glared daggers into Kristy. Unfortunately for her, she could glare at Kristy all she wanted and it still wouldn't have the intended effect of scaring her like it did with most people. That was probably why Kristy was a favorite target of the girl's; she refused to be door mat for her.

"I. WAS. TALKING. TO. YOU."

Bronwyn Clarke was the kind of Alpha Bitch clique girl straight out of a cliche mean girls movie. In fact, if anyone were to ask, most would say that she fit the stereotype to a T. Unfortunately, she happened to be the real life version one who was hell intent on making everyone's lives hell. While she wasn't blonde (like most alpha bitches in movies), she was still pretty and still the type of person you wanted to shove off a cliff.

Staring at her through half-lidded eye lids, Kristy said, "And I was ignoring you, Clarke. I'm so glad we're on the same page about this."

Bronwyn's scowl twisted into an ugly sneer as she stepped closer to Kristy who merely stared back, looking bored.

Kristy was used to dealing with Brooklyn and any other person who thought that they could bend her to their will. It was pretty easy when you didn't give a fucking damn about rumours and all the other self-confidence ruining stuff that teens were subjected to by their peers during the 'golden years'. And honestly... the slut rumours didn't really work when you happened to be punching and kicking boys who decided that it would be a great idea to try and charm you into bed with them with textbooks.

But before Bronwyn could do anything else to Kristy, a teacher, who happened to have just entered the hall way and saw that something was about to go down hurried towards them to diffuse what could turn into an ugly cat fight.

"Shouldn't you be heading to class girls?" The teacher said, giving Bronwyn an unamused look.

"I was doing that." Kristy said, not missing a beat. "But Clarke said that she needed to talk to me about something."

Bronwyn scowled, but bent down and grabbed the math textbook on the ground (the object that she must have thrown at Kristy). "Sorry, Mr. Bryant. I didn't see the time." She did not at all sound sincere as she promptly scurried off, but even she knew better than to continue picking a fight in front of a teacher.

Which was a pity as Kristy was really hoping that Bronwyn would earn herself a week's worth of detentions.

When Bronwyn had turned the corner and was no longer within hearing range, the teacher let out a sigh before turning to his dark haired student who happened to be in one of his history classes.

"That was a close one." He said with a small grin on his face.

Kristy didn't return his friendly gesture and gave the man who was able to charm any female within the area a very flat look. Mr. Bryant, with his slightly messy chocolate brown hair and sky blue eyes was undeniably handsome. And he knew it too. Sometimes Kristy saw him either flirting with some of the female teachers or giving the girls in his history classes a wink. His habit of smoking and smelling of cigarettes a lot of the time, for some strange reason, made him seem more appealing to his fans.

But despite his womanizing tendencies, he was never serious about it. He wasn't even one of those scum bag playboys who purposely toyed with a woman's heart and then just dumped them when they were done using them. Mr. Bryant was a decent person who just happened to have fun getting reactions out of girls and women alike; his flirtations were done in a way that didn't hurt anyone at all and had most of his 'victims' giggling at the end.

Most of the time at least. Kristy couldn't exactly say the same for the more deluded females who were convinced that Mr. Bryant's obviously non-serious flirting was to be seen as something more.

Kristy wrinkled her nose and she glared at the man. "Were you smoking?"

The scent of nicotine lingered and it was still pretty strong, meaning he just finished recently.

"Yeah." Mr. Bryant said. "Sorry, didn't have enough time to get rid of the smell.

The girl's hand twitched, but otherwise she didn't give off any indication that she was bothered by the scent of cigarettes. She had to give him credit for being understanding about some of her issues... especially the one regarding smoking and cigarettes.

Her history teacher brought up his wrist to check the time. "Well, I better head over to my classroom. Bell's going to ring in two minutes and I can't afford to leave my class unsupervised for long. And I know Mrs. Sheridan doesn't like it when her students are late either, so you better go as well."

Kristy's eye twitched. She knew first hand just how intolerable her math teacher was when it came to tardy students. "Yeah, I better." She muttered. Kristy knew all to well just how anal retentive Mrs. Sheridan could be.

With a quick good bye to her history teacher, the dark haired girl raced up the stairs at the fast pace that had the teacher in charge of track and field repeatedly coming after her with the intent of making her join the team.

"Teenagers these days are so rude." China huffed as Kristy raced up stairs.

"I wouldn't happen to be one of those 'rude teenagers' would I?"

"Yes, you would." China's answer made Kristy nearly trip on one of the steps, but she was able to regain her footing when her hand shot out and grabbed the railing. "But you have a reason."

"That's right." Russia agreed. "On the other hand, this Bronwyn Clarke is rude towards others for no particular reason."

"I wouldn't say no particular reason," Kristy grunted as she got closer and closer towards the classroom. "She's probably one of those insecure person you would love to punch. The type who have to make life for everyone else around them miserable to help them feel better about themselves."

Kristy paused.

"But she's still a bitch."

With a burst of speed, Kristy made it into her math class just seconds before the bell rang.

'Made it.' She smirked as she sat down at her desk, taking out her notebook and writing utensils.

Ugh, I would have written more but I decided to end the chapter here. I am so sorry it took me so long to update this, so I hope that you're happy with this short update!

I had this done days ago, but I didn't post it up because I thought I was going to write more. You should thank Arceusgod for deciding I should post something up fast.