Hetalia x Abused! Reader Chapter OneEngland’s POV:
I was walking through an ally using it as a short-cut to get to the meeting place, it being held in America this month. It was abandoned and disgusting there, but it was the fastest way and I was already late. The perfect scones don’t take ten minutes to bake, you know. It was getting late, shadows were growing from every angle and the street lights in the distance were starting to turn on. I was walking past a huge pile of trash (gross!) when I heard a soft moan. I looked around, not seeing anybody, and started to walk again. But before I could take even three steps, I heard another, more painful moan.
“Hey.” A mysterious voice said. It sounded like a young girl voice. I looked at the direction I heard the voice from, and I could barely make out a human shape. It was a girl, lying on the trash pile.
“Kill me.” She said.
“What?” I asked, astonished a little girl would say that.
“Kill me. I can’t move. I’m
Hetalia x Abused! Reader Chapter TwoYour POV:Hetalia x Abused! Reader Chapter Two2 years ago in Settings More Like This
You were crying in England’s arms, when the door swung open and a bunch of men walked inside.
“Have no fear, the hero is here!!!”
“America! You have to be quiet for zhe mädchen. She iz sick, und needs to rest.”
“Look at the-a bambina! She is-a so cute, ve~!”
“She is a little sunflower, да?”
“Hai, she is kawaii.”
“Shì de, she is, aru.”
“It is so unfair zhat Angleterre ‘as ‘er and I don’t.”
“Hey, I’m not a chair!”
“Who are you?”
You stared at the unknown men. They all sounded different. You thought that they were from different places, but you couldn’t identify where they were from because you were never educated about the world around you. Most of them looked like they were wearing military uniforms. The others looked like they were wearing casual clothing. The
Hetalia x Abused! Reader Chapter 3Your POV:Hetalia x Abused! Reader Chapter 32 years ago in Settings More Like This
You woke up the next morning. You didn’t open your eyes, because it was usually at this time that people would come to take your hard earned stuff. Then you remembered that England saved you, and you opened your eyes. You looked through the window on the wall and saw that the sky was a beautiful shade of blue and there were no clouds to be seen. You could hear the birds chirp in the trees below, and the sounds of the incoming traffic going by. This morning was perfect, until you smelt something burning. You tried to get up and were surprised that you had the strength to get off the “couch” and stand up. Your legs were wobbly, and it was hard to keep your balance, but you started to walk towards the smell, using the walls and nearby objects to help you from falling. You looked into the small kitchen, and saw England take a tray of some charred “things” and place them onto a glass plate. You saw him look up at you and smile.
“Good morning, (y
Hetalia X Abused Child! ReaderWARNING: HAS SOME SWEARING, IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, DON'T READ, IT'S NOT ROCKET SCIENCE. DIFFERENT ENDS IN DESC.Hetalia X Abused Child! Reader1 year ago in Drama More Like This
You ran as fast as your short legs would take you. In one hand, you clenched onto your stuffed cat desperately, in the other hand, you cupped the slash on your cheek that bled persistently. Tears stained your face, but you had no time to wipe your eyes.
Not far behind your drunken dad chased you. At the age of four you shouldn't have been able to tell he was drunk, but you had seen it far too many times not to know. The mark on your cheek began to stink, bringing more tears to your eyes. It had been your father who did it, throwing an empty beer bottle your way, which smashed on impact.
"Come back here you little bitch!" He shouted, his voice slurred and furious. He sounded close.
Crying out in fear, you picked up the pace, despite your lungs screaming for oxygen. Failing to watch where you were going, you ran into something hard. Falling backwards, you dropped your cat plush
Hetalia X Depressed! Abused! Child! Reader- A Home*WARNING THERE'S CURSING*Hetalia X Depressed! Abused! Child! Reader- A Home2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I sat curled helplessly in a corner, watching as my father stared at a wall, muttering. His eyes and hair were wild, and his nails were bitten short. This had happened a lot since Momma left. His eyes flashed towards me and I braced myself.
"You useless, life sucking, retarded little bitch!" He bellowed, lunging at me ferociously. "I wish you were never born! You were a mistake! You're the reason she left me! YOU DID THIS!" He kicked, punched, clawed and bit me while I cried.
"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! NEVER COME BACK! I HOPE YOU GET RAPED AND DIE!" He yelled as he threw me out the door onto the pavement. The door slammed shut. I stared at it blankly as rain poured onto my head, mixing with my tears and soaking my injured face. I wandered off aimlessly, my bare feet growing numb as I trudged along. Suddenly something hit my head. A piece of ice. I dove into a fancy doorway, taking shelter from the falling hailstones. Sighing, I curled up, taking up the least
RQ: Prussia x Abused!ReaderRQ: Prussia x Abused!Reader1 year ago in Drama More Like This
Kind!Prussia x Abused!Reader:
(name) sighed and pushed a strand of (h/c) hair out of her face. As it fell back, she sighed again and crossed her (e/c) eyes. Just wonderful. She grasped a hair tie from her wrist and messily bound her hair back. Then her gaze returned to the old graves. This was her place of peace... well as peaceful as her life could get. She could not flee from her own thoughts after all. But a moment without any screams, yells, attacks... yeah. A place of peace. Just an old, probably forgotten graveyard. Somewhere in the woods. Trees in between the graves. It was almost tranquil, like a stop in time.
If she would be able to choose where she'll die, it would be this place. Her last minutes should be nice ones. No kidding though, if life went on as it was right now, she would be able to choose her dying place.
She sighed again and watched as the sun slowly disappeared through the branches of the forest.
It was the usual time of day he went to the old cemetery in
Russia X Depressed! Reader!Russia X Depressed! Reader!Russia X Depressed! Reader!2 years ago in Drama More Like This
(WARNING MAY CONTAIN SOME SENSITIVE MATERIAL)
You were sitting in the class room, but you were not paying attention to the class, you didn’t feel like it, you never really did, you were depressed and why wouldn’t you? You had no friends; your family rejected you because you were not like them, and you were bullied all the time, you just sighed you wanted to get home and try what you did every night. ¨Class today we have a new student his name is Ivan Braginski, pleas sit next to Miss (last name) ¨ the teacher said and he did so, you looked at the man; he had sandy hair, he was really tall and purple eyes that send chills down peoples spines, he sat next to you and smiled at you ¨Privet, I am Ivan, what is your name? ¨ He asked you ¨(y/n) ¨ you said with a bored expression ¨Nice to meet you, Da? ¨ He said still smiling you just nodded and ended the conversation that way.
School had ended
Red Lines - BTT X Depressed!ReaderRed Lines - BTT X Depressed!Reader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It all began with a single text.
Why don't you die fat ass?!
It was from one of my only friends. She turned on me to become popular. Then more poured in.
They slowly got more detailed.
How about you do yourself and the world a favor and slit your throat.
Wassup bitchy? I got an idea! How about you go die under a bridge, kay?
I was just wondering if you might consider loosing weight. You know, so there won't be anymore earthquakes during gym.
They all stung, and the words rang through my head as I dragged a knife against my shoulders, letting the blood drip freely into the sink. I was home alone, because I lived alone, after my parents died last year, shortly before people started bullying me. So I let myself sob as loud as I wanted, trailing the bloody knife through my easily marred flesh. Satisfied that I was done for now, I washed the knife off
Deaf!Orphan!Child!Reader x Hetalia - INTRO3rd POV:Deaf!Orphan!Child!Reader x Hetalia - INTRO2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
______ sighed, looking out the window of the orphanage she was currently residing in. She absolutely hated it there, much like the other kids. Though, they didn't get ignored like she did. Why, you may ask? Well, that's easy.
______ is deaf.
Most people thought different of her the second they find out she's deaf. ______ didn't really understand why. She was just like the other kids. She played like them. She liked to tell jokes. She learnt at the same speed. She could run, dance, communicate, everything! Just... not hearing.
Her heart shattered every time she saw the other kids laugh at her. Was she really THAT different?
Of course not.
_______ has always thought that, because she can't hear, no one would ever want to adopt her.
Well, up until now.
A woman who interpreted for her stood in front of her. 'There's someone here who wants to adopt a child. The Head Mistress wants you to go meet them.'
_______ tilted her head to the side, curiosity sprinkled in her playful, (e
Bully!RussiaxBroken!Reader Don't you remember? 1? When will I see you again?Bully!RussiaxBroken!Reader Don't you remember? 1?2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You left with no goodbye, not a single word was said
No final kiss to seal anything
I had no idea of the state we were in
That was what i thought of when Ivan Braginsky came to mind. The most popular guy in school, athletic, academic and hot. The full package you would want in a guy. All the girls loved him,and all the guys wanted to be his best friend. All of them except me. Why? Because he is my biggest bully.
I know I have a fickle heart and bitterness
And wandering eye and heaviness in my head
What's worse is that he turned everyone against me. I had friends at one time, i was actually happy back then. But then he came along and ruined everything.Now my life is a cycle of pain and sleep and pain and sleep and pain...
But don't you remember? Don't you remember?
The reason you loved me before
Baby, please remember me once more
Do you know what's funny? He used to be my best friend back when we were 7. I kid you not. Wanna kn
Germany x Abused!Reader- Sunrise (Part one)Germany x Abused!Reader- Sunrise (Part one)2 years ago in Drama More Like This
A sharp pain went over your cheek as your mother's hand slid across your face. By now tears were dripping down your face and melting into your clothing. Another pain hit your other cheek making a yelp escape your lips.
"YOU WORTHLESS PEICE OF SH**" Your mother yelled and kneed you in you guts. By now, you were barely paying attention to her loud screams. All you were trying to do is keep conscious to escape...THAT THING! You didn't dare call her your mom because of how deadly she acted to you. Her voice sounded like venom seeping into your brain.
You stumbled on your feet wiping a tiny bit of blood from your forehead. Your mom shot a glare which almost made you fall down yourself. You took a step back, stumbling on your feet again.
"What are you doing?" Her voice was deadly. You stared into her eyes which practically told you that she was going to attack you again.
"...To get a-aw
Greece x Depressed!Abused!Child!Reader-A HomeGreece x Depressed!Abused!Child!Reader-A Home2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
...a guy holding an adorable kitty.
"I guess I get to keep her." He said dreamily as I petted the cat's head.
"Do you have more kitties?" I asked.
"Yes. In Greece there's lots of cats. You can play with them and take naps at ruins of Ancient Greece." He promised, picking me up gently.
"What do I call you?" I questioned, nuzzling against his chest for warmth.
"I am Greece, or Papa." He said as I drifted to sleep.
I smiled as the little girl snuggled close to my chest, fast asleep.
"Well I can see you two will get along just fine. Take good care of her Greece." England said, waving as I left. Outside it was raining, causing the girl to shiver. I wrapped her in my jacket, stroking her hair softly as I searched for my car. Once I found it I placed her gently in the back seat, turning on the car's heater. I heard a pained whimper come from behind me as I climbed in and I looked to see the young girl curled in a ball, her muscles tensing ever
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“Stupid girl, this is the wrong beer!” A beer bottle smashed against the wall as you ducked in cover. The man you knew as your father stood towering of your four year old self. “I take you in. Put a roof over your head and give you clothing and this is how you repay me?” His hand flew down as you dodged it. He hated it when you dodged even if it was a reflex. He took a strong hold of your small arm and swing again, harder this time for dodging the first one. The hit was so hard it sent you to the floor. “______ you can’t do anything right!”
“I tried.” You said through your tears as you got up. “I’m sorry.”
“Oh ______ is sorry?” He stepped closer to you. “Oh you don’t know what sorry is!” He swung and hit you again sending you back to the ground. “You’re worthless. You’re dumb. You’re scum and no one will ever love you because of it.” He spit on your face a
Hetalia x Abused! Depressed! Maid! ReaderA/N: WARNING this is sad and since i made it so long earlier i split it up into 2 parts this is part 1!Hetalia x Abused! Depressed! Maid! Reader2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Hetalia x Maid! Depressed! Abused! Reader
The Grass is Always Greener
Another blow to the stomach and you were down.
"Maybe that will teach you to do as your told." your uncle hissed as he slammed the door to your dark room.
You slowly and painfully picked yourself up from the cool wooden floor and choked out a sob.
Sadly, this was your daily routine.
Ever since your parents died in a fire when you were 4, you have been living with your drunken uncle. Whenever he drank, he would hit you. Whenever he was sober, he screamed at you.
You couldn't win.
A few years ago, you were forced to drop out of school because your Uncle refused to pay. You tried getting many jobs but they never really paid much. So, when you were scanning through your newspaper yesterday, you found an add.
"UNITED NATIONS MAID WANTED" this interested you. And the pay was more than all your prev
2P AmericaX Abused Reader trust I scrubbed the floors of our dirty apartment. A drop of blood slip out of my lip again. I washed it away. I heard him get up from the couch. My muscles tensed up. He walked by me.2P AmericaX Abused Reader trust2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Why the hell isn't the floor done yet?!" He asked kicking my stomach.
I held my mouth close. Crying only makes it worse.
"I'm sorry" I say.
He frowns even more. He kicks me in the butt. He then bent down to my level. His hot breath warmed my ear but made chills go down my spine
"You better be wet tonight." he says.
I nod. I was scared. He gets up and leaves. I haven't slept in days. When we have sex...hes too rough and rips me in half. Then when hes done, I'm too sore to leave, but too frighted to sleep.
I was only allowed out of the apartment when buying food, cigarettes and when Evan is showing me around. I let the tears fall now since he won't hurt me at the moment. I lived in fear every day...when did it all go wrong?
Hetalia X Abused!Child!ReaderEDIT AGAIN: GUESS WHO'S BACK BITCHES?!Hetalia X Abused!Child!Reader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
WARNING! This is swearing in this! But we have Romano is this chapter, so whaddya expect? No likey? Don't read!
‘GET OUT! GET OUT YOU DISGUISTING GIRL! YOU LAZY, USELESS, UGLY PATHETIC CHILD!’
You felt your shoulder come into contact with the cold cerement of the pavement, and a white-hot pain shot through. You had no time to just lie there and cry though, as moments later, an empty beer bottle smashed against the floor, where your head had been no more than two seconds ago.
‘GO! NEVER DARKEN OUR DOORSTEP AGAIN! YOU MURDERED! IF IT WASN’T FOR YOU, YOUR MOTHER WOULD STILL BE ALIVE!’
You small bare feet picking up speed, you began to run from your house, your fathers screams of abuse growing quieter as you got further from the house.
You continued to walk, clothed in nothing more than a small dress that was covered in holes and rips, and was very thin on your skeleton-like body. Your bare feet got cold
SpainxAbused!Reader part 1The first yellow leaf falls from a tree in the schoolyard; autumn had officially begun, and with it, so did the school year. You were dressed in a (color) turtleneck sweater, blue jeans, and boots. Your thick (hair color) hair gently brushed against your cheeks as you walked through the hallway, trying your best to hide in the crowd. Sadly, your warm attire when compared to the summery clothes of most of the other students made you stick out like a sore thumb. A lot of people have asked if you felt warm in your turtleneck, and while the cotton felt itchy around your neck, you said you didn’t mind.SpainxAbused!Reader part 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
You had seen a variety of new students at your school; not just the freshmen and sophomores that just came in, but several transfer students were there as well. Each one was from a different country; there was one from Canada, one from Germany, one from China, even one from Egypt! It was an ethnic melting pot! You used to be one that’d be
I'll Keep You Safe (Abused!Reader x Russia)I'll Keep You Safe (Abused!Reader x Russia)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You were sick of this. You were always pushed around by your abusive boyfriend, (bf/n). You brushed a piece of (h/c) hair out of your face as you tended to a long cut on your forearm from his most recent attack.
You needed out. You needed out badly.
After you finished dressing your wound, you walked out of your bathroom. Before you could even get two steps away from the doorway, there was (bf/n), grinning like the madman he was.
"Oh _____~" he said in a sing-song voice. "I have something for you."
"W-what is it?" You stuttered
(Bf/n) smirked. "Oh, you know, a gift from that commie friend of yours." He spat as he threw a box at you and walked off.
You hastily took the box and opened it. It was a matryoshka doll representing you. It had your (h/l) (h/c) hair, you (s/c) skin, and (e/c) eyes. It even had on your favorite outfit!
A small smile graced your lips as you looked over the small doll. Seeing a folded piece of paper,you picked it up and read it.
I'll be b
Shy! Reader New country X Hetalia: Shy nationI sit on the docks. I swing my feet feeling touch of the ocean on my toes. it was kind of lonely. I was a new country. I tried to go to meetings but I always end up staying on this island scared if there may be invasion without my supervision. I sigh. I'm also not the social type of talking. I hardly spoke when my people were crying in terror. they seem to calm down when the fiesta started. I look at the sky how bright the sun is. I hear a "Ve`~" I thought it was my fished as I turn seeing three men circle around. I jump a bit. "who are they.....?" I hear the man in the hat and jacket in a firm voice saying, "how do we even got here?" This boy flap his arms and says, "Pasta!" the man with the hat tackle him with his arm around his neck and they both fell on the sand. The boy flap his arms wanting air. the black hair watches and flustering. I run over to them and said, "please stop!!!" They look at me with surprised. I could feel my face crept up. the man released the boy. the boyShy! Reader New country X Hetalia: Shy nation3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
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A/N: The words like 'this' are flashbacks. And the words like 'this' are thoughts.
*drip drip drip*
Your shivering form lay curled up in a soggy cardboard box in the middle of a storm. The raging winds closed the box flaps and the water level threatening to wash it away with you inside. Your (fur color) fur did nothing to protect you from the harsh elements, making your small body soaked to the bone and freezing.
~~~A few hours ago~~~
The cardboard box was small shelter you'd found while hobbling around in the rain. You were actually dumped into an empty field, but instincts told you predators would find a small kitten like you.
A drop of water startled you, and you raced out of the field into civilization.
Your little pink, triangle nose led you to a bakery. You padded up to the back door and meowed as pitifully as you could, hoping that the person
Hetalia x Depressed!Reader: We're HereHetalia x Depressed!Reader: We're Here2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You sat there, depressed. You were in your room, drawings on paper and unfinished stories on paper were scattered everywhere in your room, making you look like a workaholic. But you weren't, really. You just have tons of free time to do things and no one visited that much. You didn't even bother to set up a Christmas tree or lights.
But today, on Christmas, no one greeted you 'Merry Christmas' or 'Happy Holidays' or what not. You had a phone of course, cell and home, but no one called or texted you. It was like you were being ignored. No, not even your best friends. Not Alfred, Arthur, Gilbert, Feliciano.
You lived in a small single family house, that had enough money to buy and pay for the electricity and water bill. You manage to make a living as a [job 1] and [job 2], in which they paid you well. You didn't live with your parents or siblings. They died.
Teacher!England x Abused!Student!Reader (Oneshot)Teacher!England x Abused!Student!Reader (Oneshot)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Teacher!England x Abused!Student!reader. (oneshot)
Teach Me How to Love Again
_____- your name
(e/c)- eye color
(No p.o.v )
No one really noticed her existence. She was shy...quiet. But most of all she was beautiful...or at least Arthur Kirkland thought so. He was her english teacher, but he loved everything about her...her smile, her laugh, the way her (e/c) eyes lit up when she was happy...everything about her amazed him. So when he saw she had a boyfriend, he was upset...then he saw the first bruise that was on her, (skin tone), angel like face, he made him so angry...how dare someone hurt his ____. He tried to talk to her about it, but she claimed she fell and that she was okay.....he knew better then that though. He knew her better then she realized.
It was her boyfriend....it had to be. He could just feel it in his blood. he was hitting her...abusing her...the bruises kept appearing but no one but him seemed to care
Romano x Depressed!Reader: PromiseRomano x Depressed!Reader: Promise2 years ago in Settings More Like This
It didn't feel right to be in this world. Everything that life threw at you was never anything great. For the past six months, it felt like Hell. You were failing in school, your boyfriend recently broke up with you, and people were bullying you to their satisfaction. It began to make you very, very depressed. Your friends would try your best to cheer you up, but it hardly did much. Not even your lifelong crush, Lovino Vargas, could make you happy. They wanted to just hug you and tell you "It's OK" but they knew it wouldn't do any good.
You sat on the edge of your bed, staring at the wall with crystal tears in your red, puffy eyes. You didn't know what to do; you just felt like giving up.
Not yet you wouldn't. If you gave life one more chance, maybe it would turn out better. You just had to give it a try.
You stood up and went to your mirror. In the reflection, you saw a beautiful girl with (h/l) (h/c) hair and dazzling (e/c) eyes, although they were red from crying. She had (
Hetalia x Depressed Country ReaderHetalia x Depressed Country Reader9 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
~Hetalia x Depressed Country Reader~
(c/n) had always been a sweet girl. Kind and loyal, yet strong as the armor she used in wars. Her smile, brighter than the sun, had been marred by the cruelness of the earth she was born in. Nobody knew the sadness that was weighing down the young nation’s heart and soul. Over the years the (Nationality) had been through battle after battle; her enemy’s seeing her gentle and lively personality as a weakness. Therefore had been labeled as an easy target.
The young country used be so sociable. Strong and loving were one of the many traits that defined her as both an individual and a nation. Soon those traits vanished, replaced by distant isolation. She had been shielding herself from the world almost a hundred years now. You won’t survive in this world by being nice, that only gets you killed.
Sipping her morning (coffee/tea) just like any other morning, while doing the normal paperwork that needed to be done. Signin
Germany x Abused!Reader: A Ray of HopeGermany x Abused!Reader: A Ray of Hope2 years ago in Drama More Like This
“No...” the young woman whispered. “Please...”
Her thin, beaten frame was being pulled down the small dirty street by a man who reeked of alcohol.
“Please. Let go.” she brought out a bit louder, but her sore throat reacted with immense pain. A (h/c) strand of hair fell out of her bun and into her face.
A nearby watcher finally grasped the man and told him to let her go.
“Don't tell me what I should do with her!” he yelled at the helping man, who stepped back a bit at the harsh tone.
When they passed by another few men, she looked up to plead for help, her bloodshot (e/c) eyes wide and helpless, her face covered with several bruises and sunk in cheeks.
A young and tall blonde with blue eyes finally stepped in.
“Zhat is enough.” he told the drunken man. “Let her go.”
“Keep out!” the drunkard only replied.
“Nein.” the tall blonde answered and now the girl recognized his accent, German.