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Shatter Me
Punk!EnglandxBroken(?)!Reader
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WARNING: Contains bullying
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I pirouette in the dark
I see the stars through me


It was always the same. Everyday it would be continuous. My life was already laid out for me. I had no say to anything, everything was what they wanted me to be. Like I was a puppet pulled by strings, better yet, a small figure encased in a glass globe to be protected from reaching farther than the boundaries.
Everyday I would continue to play by command.

Tired mechanical heart
Beats til the song disappears


I felt so trapped in my room. I would always play the violin. I felt like a burden, like nothing. I only played because my parents paid for it. Though I'm still scared to play...

'Hahahahaha you can't play.'
'Sounds like a dying animal...'
I heard mummers and whispers from my class as I played the Minuet in music class in elementary. My face heated as I played, but didn't show. There was a student, Gerard who knew how to play many instruments and always gotten first in competitions. Showing his fancy awards at school when he could. I wanted to prove that I could play, too.
'Are you trying to play this?' My teacher asked.
She began to play a better version on the piano. My face was already hot and my heart fell in embarrassment.

~Timeskip~
'Mickayla is so talented! She can play the guitar, piano, violin and sing,' I heard one of my relatives say.
'James just won second place.'
'Hannah was on the radio, singing.' I heard another.
I hid from my relatives that day. They were all so talented, yet none spoke of me. The only time was to talk about what an embarrassment I was or my flaws. Sometimes I wished I was just adopted, but I already knew I was same blood. I wasn't like them, I had no talent.
Nothing for anyone to be proud of, I'm just a burden.


My life already set for me. I felt so trapped. I wish my prince, or someone would rescue me from my "tower", my imprisonment. No prince, no hero to rescue me.  After a while I learnt that life was just a master to the puppet, playing with our minds.

Somebody shine a light
I'm frozen by the fear in me
Somebody make me feel alive
And shatter me
So cut me from the line
Dizzy, spinning endlessly
Somebody make me feel alive
And shatter me!


Even though many went on regular paths to becoming a teacher, doctor, chef, ect. There were few who went on their own journey. Those were the people who broke their glass shells. One was well known at school: Arthur Kirkland. He was a notorious punk most girls would fall for.
I watched as he past me by. A few girls mumbled and giggled to their friends. He had a group of friends, well more like acquaintances, the Allies. A group of attractive boys, each from a different country. What even made them so special? Sure, they were rich and could achieve things, but can't they see the reality that most can't?
I sat in front of a classroom door. My music blaring loudly, trying to help me escape to my world where every thing was fine. It was a Fallout Boy song I think...? Soon a different tune, Heat-Haze Days from Vocaloid in English. The song ended and I changed it again.

"What are you listening to?" a voice asked.
"Why does it matter to you?" I replied, not looking up.
"Because you look so peaceful," the person said, "like you were gone from this world."
I looked up to be caught by a pair of emerald jewels of eyes. The whole face became clear to me. The ivory skin to the light dusted, non-noticeable freckles on his nose to the thick brows above his eyes.

Shatter me!


"You seem to know who I am, most certainly," he said in a bit cocky tone, "yet I don't know yours." Now sincerely, I don't understand what this Brit was trying to do... was he playing with my emotions?
"You don't need to know who I am," I replied. My words mumbled under my breath.

I got up and gathered my things before leaving him. He just looked at me, no emotion. But I saw a hint of confusion and pity.

"But if you wanna know... it's ______," I replied, "or devil or loser girl as some called me."
"Why's that?"
"Ask then," I said.
He ran to me.
"I wanna hear it from you, no buts."
Stubborn Brit... I sighed and sat my things down once more.
"Fine... I'll tell you," I said and began telling a bit.

Just a bit. All I talked about was what this school called me, a freak. All because I skateboard, play video games, watch anime, read manga, wear dark clothes, listen to different music besides certain pop (but that's because the songs nowadays talk about things). Most importantly, I just seem depressed and am silent at most times. During the spare and to lunch Arthur and I talked.
I learnt Alfred was his half-brother. Arthur was also into a few things I like, like Doctor Who. He also played in a band with the Allies, him singing. We talked during lunch and went outside, even though it was winter, it was nice weather. Wasn't too cold.
I watched as he pulled out a cigarette and lighter. I raised a brow.

"You smoke?" I questioned.
"Sometimes, just to relieve stress," he replied.
I just watched him. He was different than me, more sure of himself. Didn't even seem scared or second thoughts. Then I felt something, I felt a crack happen on my glass globe. My inner self was scared, my (e/c) eyes widened.
I wondered what would do this, or how it happened. Someone was trying to be let into my small world, trying to rescue me from the small-minded reality.


Somebody make me feel alive
And shatter me!


I grabbed my things after class.
"There's the loser," I heard one whisper.
"Why would Arthur hang out with her?" a friend whispered.
"I don't know, but she's so weird," the girl giggled.
I watched the group walk off giggling. I frowned. There goes my good day...

'Does anybody know you here? No,' one of my classmate, Kriss' friends spat at me rudely, 'do you know her?' she asked Kriss.
'No, I don't,' she said, 'just a nobody...'
I nodded and walked off in embarrassment and heart in my stomach. I heard them laughing behind me, either at me or something else. I couldn't really tell.


"Mommy!" My younger sibling cried out, "guess what? I got 100% on a test!"
'Again...' I thought.
I could tell her my grades, I didn't want to. I just felt stupid if I did, wait no! I know I'm stupid. I wasn't like everyone at honours high level. I started to avoid them slowly bit by bit. I didn't want to be in their way for success, I was just a blockage.
Anymore and they'd be influenced by me. I didn't want that. I walked back into my room and shut the door and began writing out my feelings. Also my music and feet controlled me around the room, releasing all my emotions.

If only the clockworks could speak
I wouldn't be so alone
We burn every magnet and spring
And spiral into the unknown


If only the world were like my stories. Then maybe I wouldn't be that alone. My world was nothing like everyone else's. I sat on the school floor, leaning against the wall. My head was down and my (h/l/c) hair fell beside or in front of my face.

"How is it that I always find you like this?" a boy asked.

I looked up to see Arthur looking at me, in curiosity. "What has you down now, love?"
I turned around, "nothing."
I looked at him as he sat beside me.
"You're an odd girl, you know that?"
I grunted. "You haven't noticed anything, have you, rich kid."
He stared at me in surprise at what I just called him.

"What makes you think that?"
"Because everyone likes you because you have everything and can do things," I explained, "you don't have to follow what most think of you. You have everything; money, fame, looks... but is that all there is to you?"
It was silent for a bit. The seconds felt like hours till he replied.
"I guess you don't think much of me, other than what you hear."
I nodded. "Well, I can get the whole good looking part, but the whole riches part... I'm the fourth son to the Kirkland name," Arthur said, "the fame at this school are just nothing really."
I looked at him as if I understood, but I also didn't.
"_____, you have to tell me what is happening sooner or later," he said, "if you keep bottling your feelings, you will explode one day."
"What if I never will?" I questioned.
"Then it'll eat you. But I'll find out myself sooner or rather," he said before getting up.

The lunch bell rung and he disappeared in the crowd of many. Day by day when he caught me on the floor, he would sit by me and have a conversation. But even after a month I noticed more cracks appearing on my glass dome. I didn't know what was happening, but with Arthur I could see colour appear in my dark world.

Somebody shine a light
I'm frozen by the fear in me
Somebody make me feel alive
And shatter me
So cut me from the line
Dizzy, spinning endlessly
Somebody make me feel alive
And shatter me!


A burning pain coursed through my whole body.
"Why does he care about you?" Maria asked.
She kicked my notebook away from my reach, sliding it across the floor.
"You can't fight us," one of her friends said, "no matter who tough you dress you're still a kid."
I'm just a year or two younger...
I knew her and her friends. Strange how her friend had the same name as me, ______. Then again, it is somewhat common.((If it isn't you can use your nickname or pretend it's common.))
"Not so tough are you?" They sneered.

Shatter me!
Somebody make me feel alive
And shatter me!


"Hey!" Someone shouted.
Soon the girls ran off. I hugged my knees against my chest, holding back the tears.
"Is that the reason why you're alone?" Arthur asked.
I shook my head. "Then what is it?" He asked, "you can't keep hiding everything from the world."
"Watch me," I replied.
"No you can't!" Arthur's emerald eyes pierced me. The blonde bent down to see my face.
"You have to face reality someday ______!" He said, making me jump, slightly, from his out burst.

If I break the glass, then I'll have to fly
There's no one to catch me if I take a dive
I'm scared of changing, the days stay the same
The world is spinning but only in gray
If I break the glass, then I'll have to fly
There's no one to catch me if I take a dive
I'm scared of changing, the days stay the same
The world is spinning but only in gray


"Reality is evil," I said, "I don't want to be out there..."
"Why's that?" He asked, taking a seat beside me.
I sighed. No idea if I should answer his question or remain silent.

(Only)

I leaned my head against Arthur's shoulder. He smelt a bit like smoke, guess he was outside before he found us.
"I'll tell you my problem, if you tell me yours," I said, softly.
"Alright then," he agreed.
I felt the time tick by in silence as I tried to gather up what I should say or where I should start. After a while I pieced my story.
"Well... let me see, I'm guessing I should start in elementary," I started and began to tell him all I have been through. All the anger, frustration, sadness, and insecurity I have been through all my life.
"... That's my story," I finished. I looked into his green eyes, was it a look of concern or pity? I couldn't tell.
"I see... want to hear mine?" He asked.
I didn't move, but wanted to say 'yes'. But didn't want to pry on his life, but he still insisted anyways.
Arthur began to explain how he smoked just to relieve the stress his family puts on him. He position was almost like mine, shadowed by his brothers, while I was with my cousins. Everyone in school thought he would be like his brothers so he decided on trying to show he wasn't. He was a true punk and new many bands, mostly British ones. Yet, Arthur still felt he was alone.
He, too, has been in a rut till he met his friends. When he saw me, he didn't want me to feel alone as well. I felt my heart beat when he said that. I couldn't understand why? The more we explained our problems, I began to see more colour.

In my small world, I could step off my little showcase pedestal. The glass was covered by frost and ice, but as I removed it I could see a man walking towards my prison. I couldn't see his face, but knew he was a blonde. I watched him draw his sword and smashed the glasses. The former cracks began to get bigger.
More cracks appeared. One more hit with his sword, shards flew everywhere. I ducked, to avoid it.

Somebody shine a light
I'm frozen by the fear in me
Somebody make me feel alive
And shatter me
So cut me from the line
Dizzy, spinning endlessly
Somebody make me feel alive
And shatter me!


A while later I noticed I was on a hill. I looked to see the grass was covered in light layers of snow. The view I saw was all of (city) and the moon and the sun meeting before they said their good byes. My dress was a bright and glowed a nice (f/c) colour. My sleeves were like petals, the skirt reached barely past my knees. I turned and looked to see Arthur behind me, his hand outreached towards mine.

"I'll always be here for you," he said.
I nodded. The bell rung and students filled the halls.
"We should go," he suggested.
"Yeah... but hey Arthur?"
"Yes, love?" He answered.
I pushed myself up before I pecked his cheek.
"Thank you..." He looked at me in confusion.
"For what?"
"For rescuing me," I replied.
He smiled before capturing my lips. "Anytime, my love."
Over time we helped each other. I was finally rescued and freed from my tower by my prince. Glad my punk prince came into my life.

Shatter me!
Somebody make me feel alive
And shatter me!


His hand outstretched to me. The breeze blew past us.
"Ready to go, love?" He asked.
I smiled and took it. He led me towards the shining city.
YES! Finally! My computer keeps messing up so I lost my first version to this oneshot. But I hope you like this. Sorry if it's confusing. I'll write down a quick summery if anyone wants. Otherwise it's actually from Lindsey Stirling's music video/music ^^

Hetalia: Himaruya
Shatter Me: Lindsey Stirling and Lzzy Hale
Video: www.youtube.com/watch?v=49tpIM… (Everdream and Joe Sill and Linsey Stirling)
You: This punk right here! :iconpinkpoliceplz:
        Me: -_- Iggy what the fuck? I said Punk!England dumbs, not police
        :iconpinkpoliceplz: There's nothing wrong with what I wear.
        Me: Well then.... I think someone went drinking and didn't tell ______.
        :iconpunkenglandplz: Happy?
        Me: Much better. ^^
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JackBaraKittyCat's avatar
Great story! I wish one day I meet a Punk! Iggy that would be so cool