Poland x Reader

         You picked up your books as the bell rang, pausing to listen to the last words of your teacher before making your way out of the classroom and into the bustling hallway. People of all different ethnicities flooded around you in an attempt to get to their next class, you were being jostled about in-between them. With a sigh you pulled yourself out of the crowd and plastered yourself against your locker, taking the free time to allow your thoughts to roam to that perfect blonde hair, goofy smile, light skin, deep green eyes, and lean body… everything about him. Ever since preschool you loved him; you never knew your feelings until middle school though.
         You were lost in your thoughts until you heard a loud and obnoxious German accent echo around the hallway. When you glanced up you realized- everyone had already gone and just down the hall (partially hidden by the corner) was Gilbert yelling at someone. You hated Gilbert; he was loud, obnoxious, annoying, stupid… and a bully. You were about to look away but your eyes widened when Gilbert was suddenly sprawled out on the floor with blood gushing out his nose. A fight! your eyes widened slightly, but you were also curious, But with who? you hadn't known anyone to take Gilbert on fist to fist, but it was obvious that he and someone else were battling as Gilbert stood and launched himself at the hidden other male.
         Your question was answered when you heard a very familiar voice, "Take it back!" Feliks shouted, "Or I'll fucking punch your ugly face again!"
         You went wide eyed again and risked creeping closer, once you saw Feliks your heart skipped a beat as it always did. His usually cheerful face was furrowed in anger, his cheek swelling slightly. His blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail; his lean body standing with his hands pushing against Gilbert's to keep him away. You had never seen Feliks so mad, curiosity pricked at you from all corners to know what had got him this way.
         "Why?" Gilbert sneered and shoved harder against Feliks in an attempt to overpower the Pole, "Getting all butt hurt over ____ being called names? You know love makes you weak you loser!" the Albino laughed obnoxiously.
          At those words however you felt a blush creeping across your cheeks, Feliks is doing this for me? you thought to yourself, growing flustered. Your heart beat a little faster and determination for Feliks crossed your features.
         Feliks delivered a swift kick to Gilbert's groin, and soon the two males were rolling on the floor throwing punches, you standing there helplessly. You wondered where the teachers were, they never seemed to be out in the hallways- you paused and gulped during. Class. You had forgotten all about going to English, your teacher would be furious.
         "____ is better than you'll ever be!" Feliks growled, standing up and rubbing his shoulder, Gilbert had obviously taken the worst of the beating, his nose bleeding and eye already turning black. Feliks's lip was split and his cheek was a light bruise, more injuries hidden by each of their clothes though.
You saw Feliks coming your way and blushed deeply, thinking up a thousand excuses for why you were there. He paused and blushed deeply when he saw you there- wondering exactly how long you had been watching and what you had heard. But before he could do anything you ran up and kissed him lightly, "Thank you!" you said a bit loudly, then ran down the hallway with the edge of the plaid dress flapping around your knees and [H/L] [H/C].
         You burst into English class and everyone jumped, your teacher frowning deeply at you. A deep blush came to your face as you looked at all the sniggering students, "And where might you have been, Miss ____?" he asked with his eyes narrowed.
         With a nervous look around that ended with you staring at your toes you replied nervously, "Bathroom." you mumbled, going to your seat and taking your place.
         Being in class was a little more that humiliating, and when the bell rang you gratefully grabbed your books and darted out of the classroom, though your progress was quickly halted by the mass of students, and it took awhile to get to your locker. Once there however you opened it with a sigh, most people had already made it out of the hallway and out the doors to go home.
         Your mind was drifting to how good Feliks had looked when he was standing in front of you, and how good he looked everytime you saw him, so you jumped when your locker closed without you doing so yourself, scared it might be a newfound bully. Surprise gripped you though when you saw Feliks standing there, his cheek was back to its normal state and his lip looked better, his eyes however looked apologetic, "I'm so sorry you had to see me fighting, ____," he said quickly, gripping your hand, "Gilbert was being a total ass-"
         You cut him off by throwing your arms around his broad chest, not saying anything just hugging him like you wanted to for years. He was stunned but soon wrapped his arms around you, burying his face in your soft, [H/C] hair, then your replied, "I love you, Feliks." you whispered as the blush in your cheeks deepened.
         Feliks was stunned, but he pulled your face up to look at him, you feared rejection but that's not what you got, "I love you too, ____." He whispered, placing his soft lips against yours.