For OliviaGuardabascio

Hey guys! WARNING: angst, bullying, human AU, homophobia and suicide.
——————————
When you're born into this world, you come in with hope and innocence that will most likely wash away after you've come to realize the horrors of the world you had just entered. Very few are able to hold onto even a sliver of that innocence or hope. Alfred Jones came to realize the ugly world he lived in when he was only fourteen.

He had come out as gay to his family and school not knowing the bigotry that lurked beneath the surface of his loved ones. Alfred's mother had started crying asking where she went wrong and how could he possibly do this to her. Alfred's father started beating him to a bloody pulp while shouting obscene names at him that Alfred didn't care to repeat. Matthew, Alfred's older brother, had been the one Alfred thought was going to accept but no.

Matthew had sneered at him while holding their sobbing mother spitting the same hurtful insults remarks their father was. Alfred was a little shocked at this. At most what he expected was disapproval not this. Alfred could feel his heart break within chest during the whole ordeal.

After that day Alfred became an outcast in the place he used to call home. Matthew was on the football and hockey team so he told all of his teammates about his brother being a 'fag'. They began bullying him regularly throughout the school day leaving the American with bruises and cuts by the end of it all. Alfred had also been moved down into the basement because according to his parents he would 'give his brother his illness'.

So to put it simply, Alfred's life is basically hell.

He couldn't even walk down the street without someone calling him names or spitting on him. People he had once called friends turned their backs on him and had joined the gaggle of people harassing him. Alfred lost everything because he lived dudes. It wasn't fair. Well then again life isn't fair, is it?
————————
Alfred winced as he dragged his battered body into the classroom ignoring the concerned look he got from the teacher and the snarls he got from some of his classmates. The teachers look of concern was probably fake. If they really gave a damn about what happened to him then they would actually try to prevent the bullying instead of turning a blind eye.

Alfred sat himself down in his chair before he noticed the writing drawn onto his desk.

FAG!

FREAK!

GO TO HELL!

DO US ALL A FAVOR AND KILL YOURSELF.

Alfred felt tears start to bloom in his eyes causing him to take of his glasses to wipe them away before putting the spectacles back on his face. He couldn't allow himself to cry. That's exactly what they wanted. To make him feel weak so they could just attack him more. Alfred wasn't going to give them the satisfaction. He may not hold power over much in his life but he still had that. He still had that.

The American snapped out of his thoughts when the school bell rang signaling the start of the period. The teacher cleared her throat causing all conversations to stop. "Now everyone listen, we have a new student joining us today. He's an exchange student from Russia so please make him feel welcomed." The teacher smiled then walked over to open the door to let the new student in.

She stepped aside as the rather tall student entered the classroom. Immediately whispers filled the room while the new student stood at the front of the room. "Now now, quiet down class. Let him introduce himself." The teacher said sternly causing silence to fill the classroom once again. "Go ahead darling." She smiled at him drawing a nod from the exchange student.

"Privet, my name is Ivan Braginsky. It is nice to meet you all." The Russian greeted getting swoons from the girls of the class as well as envy filled glares from the males of the class. Alfred himself only saw Ivan as another potential bully. He may not know Ivan but what he does know is that whatever person Ivan was before coming to this school will be dead by the end of the day.

Just as people had begun to raise their hands to ask questions the teacher told Ivan he could go pick a seat. Alfred watcher Ivan thank the teacher and started to make his way down the rows of seats. There were only two seats open in their class. One was next to Alfred because no one wanted to sit near the gay freak. The other was next to some random student who is not at all relevant to the plot.

Alfred's eyes widened in surprise when Ivan made his way towards him pulling out the chair next to Alfred to sit down but stopped when a voice spoke up.

"Jou don't vanna sit there man. He's a fag."

Alfred winced at the familiar sharp, German voice. That voice belonged to Gilbert Beilschmidt captain of the hockey team and Matthew's best friend. Alfred was shocked when he heard Gilbert squeak when Ivan turned to glare at him. "I'm sitting here. Mind your own business, comrade." The Russian stated eyes bearing into Gilbert's soul. Ivan, seemingly satisfied with the fear in the German's eyes, turned sat in the chair smiling at Alfred.

"Hello. I'm so sorry for that, what's your name?" Ivan asked smile never fading. Alfred blushed in surprise at the smiling face in front of him. Someone was actually saying sorry to him? And asking for his name? Was Alfred dreaming right now? "Hello?" Alfred snapped out his thoughts when the accented voice called out to him. Nope not a dream. "M..My name's Alfred. Alfred Jones. It's nice to meet you." Alfred stuttered out blush never fading from his face.

"Alfred? That's a pretty name. It suits you." Ivan smiled at him ignoring the gasps from all around him including Alfred who looked like a ripe Spanish tomato now. "T...Thanks." Alfred mumbled looking down at his suddenly very interesting shoes. "You're welcome." Ivan replied smile never leaving his face as he gazed down at the cute blonde beside him.

Something told Ivan he was going to like his new school.
——————————
Alfred sighed in relief when the bell rang signaling the end of the day. That meant he didn't have to listen to the teachers drone on and on about useless stuff Alfred probably wasn't even going to remember in a few years. Seriously who makes these courses? The end of the day also meant that some of Alfred's bullies will be waiting for him at the entrance of school.

Alfred would just try to avoid them the best he could then deal with the consequences. Alfred walked out of his class before he started making his way towards the school's entrance/exit hoping that they would forget for just one day.

"Hey loser!!"

But they never forget.

Alfred started running away from the voices calling out to him even though he knew it was pointless. The guys on the football and hockey team were bigger and stronger than he was. Alfred felt someone grab the back of his shirt pulling him into the torture he was going to face. "Why are you trying to run?" Matthias, captain of the football team, asked gripping the back of Alfred's shirt tightly. "I...I'm not trying to run." Alfred stuttered looking at the ground.

"Then vhat do jou call that?" Gilbert snorted raising an eyebrow at him. "Walking really fast?" Alfred joked. "Nice try, Alfred. Thought we would spare you today?" Matthew said causing Alfred to shrink back at the sight of his former brother. It didn't matter who was bullying Alfred, his former brother was always there to deliver the final punch or an insult or two. When Alfred didn't answer Matthias released Alfred's shirt before delivering a solid punch to Alfred's stomach causing the younger male to cry out.

Alfred felt to the ground feeling a foot kick his stomach again and again until he was coughing up blood. Someone then pulled him up by the collar of his shirt then punch him in the face giving him a black eye and breaking his nose. They all yelled obscenities at him like dying words while they beat the shit out of him. It seemed to have gone on forever when a shouting voice stopped the punches and kicks.

"Hey! What are you doing?!"

Alfred recognized the enraged shout as Ivan's voice and stiffens. He doesn't wanted Ivan to get hurt because they didn't like someone interfering in their playtime. "What are we doing? Well we're just having fun is all." Matthias said nonchalantly slightly pissed that someone had interrupted. "Fun? Fun?! You're all sick. Look at him he can barely move." Ivan pushed past the surrounding jocks moving forward the kneel in front of the shocked Alfred.

"Are you okay?" Ivan turned his attention away from the people around them to ask Alfred gently. Alfred nodded out of instinct but squeaked when Ivan suddenly lifted him up into his arms holding him princess style. "No, you're not. Come on let's go clean your wounds." Ivan said smiling at Alfred before he began walking towards the nurse's office ignoring the angry glares directed at the back of his head.
————————
Hey guys! There will be a part two! Any thoughts to share?