netflix and crippling depression ( soof)

Wanna know why she was here, today, with the cutest yet most annoying boi at school and the weirdest teacher she had ever had, apart from maybe that 9th grade gymnastics teacher she had who tried to jerk himself off while watching her (not that she minded though)? Easy. She lifted up her skirt, in front of the most sexless person alive, the school's principal, mister Friedrich Fuchs. Sophie always knew how to fuck her way to the top. It's just, mister Friedrich Fuchs didn't really like seeing her kitty-cat, even though he literally doesn't stop talking about his 'cats'. He even invited some of the guys to watch pictures of his 'cats'. Pedophile much? Well, anyway, now she was there, in detention, polishing her nails, legs up the desk. She was bored as hell, and n e e d e d  some disctraction. Now. Or she'd kill herself even quicker than that French shit. Sophie watched mrs. Emily leave the classroom, deciding this was her chance. She bit her lower lip and looked at the boi a few seats away from her. She stood up and quickly strode to Hannes' desk. She leaned over, showing some of dem tiddies, before stroking his chin. "Hey there big b-"
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She froze.

Well....Austria sucked, The boy declared as he sat down, his arms crossed as he sat there, alone curled up against the door his body shivering slightly as he procesed all of the passed events, trying to find out where it all went wrong, where the big smile was wiped of his naïve face. He laid his head down between his arms as the german boi closed his eyes for a moment. He should have listened, but no, the young boy decided to go to fucking Austria to visit someone he had never met before nor knew what he looked like...did he look like him...did he want to look like him?. He now let his head rest against the door as his lips trembled, his eyes burning as he tried to keep his tears at bay. Never before had the boy felt this much regret, hells maybe this was the first time he had really felt it, not even understanding it one bit. He felt his throat aching under the short breathes he unknowingly took as he began to shiver more now no one was around to notice. Tears shimmered in his eyes as he glaced up at the ceiling, watching the light flicker cause duh...it was austria where nothing gets done. His not yet harmed jaws clenged as he heard the door open, seeing how the light from outside of the small room lightened everything up as a small line of light came through under the bathroom door as he flinched hearing how footsteps got closer and closer, trying his best to supress a sniff failing at it miserably ...

He had to find the door to the bathrooms by touch, because he was blinded by his tears (and because his dad smacked his glasses off of him). Friedrich threw it open, the door hitting the wall loudly. He stepped in the bathroom, and ran a hand through his ginger hair as he collapsed against the wall. He sobbed loudly before realising it might be smarter to move to a vacant bathroom stall. Why, oh, why did he have such a shitty father?
He thought it might've been smart to confess to his father he wanted to pursue his dream of becoming a musician, his dream of studying at the conservatory, because his dad was in a good mood right now. Well, guess what, it wasn't such a good idea after all. "Music is something for weak people," he had said. "a son of mine is not allowed to be weak." Fried moved his hand to his cheek. It still burned from where his dad smacked him. The Austrian boi pushed against the door, but it was locked. He sat down on the floor, sitting against it. 'oi could ya hurry up a'ready, bitte' he said, before realising there was someone sobbing as well. "Hey, what's wrong*?" He said, being slightly worried. He was used to crying about his dad, but he was nice to literally everyone else. So, what could be wrong? "Are you okay? Can I help*?"

*= german but in english bc my german sucks more than soof at a party

'oi could ya hurry up a'ready, bitte' a voice stared as hannes literally nearly threw up by the sudden voice on the other side of the door, heavy breathes breaking his throat breathe by breathe as tears rolled down his freckeled cheeks. "Hey, what's wrong*?"  the weird guy spoke again in a weird accent the boy still couldn't quite place. "Are you okay? Can I help*?". The boy shivered a bit more as he cleared his throat sniffing loudly as he tried to breathe feeling how hi throat was closing up the more the person on the other side made it clear it wasn't just an imagination "i*" he started sniffing once more as he wiped away his tears "I'm fine really*" he said trying to sound all tough and shit while it was literally sounded like emelie's old grandma voice mixed with that of a 15 year old with heavy voicecrack and social anxiety hitting "why is your speech so weird?*" he asked softly " it sounds like you're hit by a car once and it like hit your throat and now your speech is weird for the rest of your life" he sniffed loudly  as he just gave up trying to stop the tears from flowing laying his head down on his soft coat...

*in german cause duh

"i*" Oh no. It was a small child. "I'm fine really*" Young Fritz bit his lip, not knowing how to react. "why is your speech so weird?*" The boy asked softly " it sounds like you're hit by a car once and it like hit your throat and now your speech is weird for the rest of your life" Friedrich smiled through his tears. "I'm Austrian, you little German boi.*" His gaze got serious again. "Is there anything I can do for you?*" He knocked on the door softly.