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“Please, leave me alone!” a petite girl exclaimed, curling further into herself in an attempt to protect her organs from any more attacks. “What have I ever done to you?!” Needless to say, the attacker didn't think much of her cries; rather, he hurled his fist into her side, pinning her to the metallic lockers behind her. What caused this scene to play out nobody knew, but teens were swarming around the violence's focal point, watching in either awe or cheering without any real purpose.
Switzerland looked on, frowning until his brow wrinkled. “We need to help her, brother!” Liechtenstein was struggling against her older brother’s arm, the one placed as a barrier between her and the unfolding scene. “Imagine how scared and pained she must feel!” Liechtenstein wanted so badly to reach out and steal the girl away, fly her to safety with large, beautiful wings. But Switzerland wouldn't budge.
“You’re going to get hurt, Liechtenstein. And there’s no sense in that… staying out of it is wisest. Let’s just continue to lunch.” Still, he was prepared to strike back should the fight end up including Liechtenstein. It was for moments like those he carried pepper spray in his backpack. Thank goodness no one ever checked them.
Meanwhile, on the opposite end of the crowd, Cuba and Canada watched in horror as the girl was pummeled. “Security should be here soon, Cuba, there’s no need to get excited!” Canada, too, was having trouble refraining his hot-headed friend from rushing blindly into the fray.
“But look at how she screams! Pobrecita! No real man hits a girl, but it takes a man to beat the idiot out of a jerk!” Canada just clung harder to Cuba’s arm, trying but to no avail to maintain him as far away as possible. Cuba angrily shook his arm off, ran towards the bully, and used his stout figure to wrestle him away from her.
Canada, realizing nothing else could be done now for Cuba, ran as fast as his legs could take him, panting and out of breath until he found a security guard. He beckoned him to come, and soon enough, the fight was broken up. Liechtenstein immediately ran over to the girl, who was being taken to the nurse’s office, and held her hand the entire way there, comforting her in what ever way she could.
Cuba ended up suffering a good punch to the eye, which Canada was gently tending to after school. “I’m...I...I’m sorry, okay? Didn't mean to worry you.”
The blond gave a heavy sigh, but despite himself smiled. “I know. You were very brave.”
Ice cream tasted much better when your friend was secretly proud of you.