A new home- 2p Hetalia x neko child reader

Meeting

(s/a)=stuffed animal name

(t/a)=the animal of what stuffed animal is

(He/c)=hair and ear color

(E/c)=eye color

(g)=gender *boy, girl, child

(p/p)=preferred pronouns

The heel of a foot meets my stomach, as my father beats me. He grabs me by my tail and drags me to my room. " You will pack your stuff and leave! I don't want to see you again!" My father loosens his hold on me, and he throws a bag at me. My tail and ears fall down, and I quickly pack my stuff, keeping (s/a) by me. "I- I'm done, sir," I tell him. He grabs me by my wrist, and drags me down to the front door. " Make sure you never come back!" He throws me and slams the door. Today was a cold winter day, and in my thin clothes, it was freezing. My tail raps around me. Suddenly, I hear thunder. Rain dumps on me, as I run for shelter.

I run for a long time, but I finally reach an alley with a giant cardboard box in it. I go to the cardboard box and take it up to the front of the alley, so I can make an escape if somebody tries to kidnap me. I fall asleep.

Sometime later, I woke up, and the rain has stopped, but there lay ice on the ground. Ears peeking up in curiosity of the weather, my fingers reach out of the box, to have my whole body freezing. I decide to go out onto the front of the building, and lay beside the steps to ask people for money so I can eat. This is going to be really hard since I am in Quebec. A lady passes by with a man. Even though the man doesn't look nice, the lady does, " Bonjour mademoiselle, faire vous ont de l'argent?(hello miss, do you have money?)" "Let's go Julia, we are about to be late." " But Roland, look at the poor (g)! It's freezing out here and they are in rags!" " I guess we could ask Matt to keep them inside for the meeting. What was the kid saying anyway?" "I- I don't talk good English. B-but I asked if you had any money. I can't know when I had food," I reply. "Oh dear! You need to eat!" The lady, I think her name was Julia, helped me up and picked me up.

They bring me inside, where a tall man with blonde hair stops them. "Julia, Roland, why are you bringing a kid in?" "Matt, they haven't had food for days, and (p/p) was/were right in front of the building asking for food or money to get food!" "(p/p) still can't come in!" "Well (p/p)- wait- what's your name?" "I d-do not know, my papa called me different things. He called me murderer, s***, brat, and many t-things." Roland exclaimed, " A young child shouldn't say those words!" "Why?" I asked. The people freeze up in the room. "Because those are not words kids aren't allowed to say those words until they are about 10," Matt tells me, " Sometimes you are never allowed to swear."

" I-I think I'm maybe five or six." I tell. " Where are you from?" Matt asks. "Here." "Simple enough." Another man with strawberry blonde hair comes in. He sees me and rushes over to me. "What's the poppet's name?" "they don't know." "Well poppet, what did your family call you in public?" "Umm, I th-think (y/n)?" "So your name is (y/n)," Matt says.

I shrug. The smell of something good reaches my smell, and my ears peak up in interest at the smell. All the adults stare at me. "What's that smell? It smells g-good," I ask. "Oh poppet, you mean my cupcakes!" "What are cupcakes?" The colorful man shrieks. My ears flatten down again, and I cower my head into Julia's arm. " Oliver calm down. Can we just get to the meeting and feed (p/p) please? The meeting starts in- Oh! Two minutes!" Julia rushes. They hurry to the meeting, and the Oliver gives me a 'cupcake.'

Other people give me weird looks as we walk into the room. "Who's the kid?" "Their name is (y/n). (p/p) was outside the building, obviously running away from an abusive home, and Julia decided to bring them in," Matt replies. "They're just a useless child, what is so special about them?" A man with black hair into a ponytail asks. He looks like one of papa's friends. I tense up and shake, he might hurt me.

"Mon dieu, (p/p) doesn't/don't even seem special, and they're shaking at the sight of us," a Frenchman says. "Désolé monsieur(sorry sir)," I squeak. "They're French?" A woman in a short dress with a crown on asks. "I'm from Quebec. It's different, even if a-a lot of people speak French," I explain. "Same thing," she speaks again. "Where is your Mutter, kind?" a blond man asks. "What?" "Where is your mother?" "Oh, papa said that she w-was in h-hell or heaven," I reply. "So the brat has no mom," Another tall person, but with red hair, says. He also reminds me of papa, so i cower more into Matt. "Seriously Al, they just came from an abusive home, and you're going to say that?" Matt says.

A girl with a red and white dress comes up to me. "Hello child," She smiles at me. "B-bonjour miss," My ears raise in interest. Everybody goes silent. "D-did I do something wrong?" My ears flatten down again. "No poppet, we just haven't seen any any anybody like you," Oliver explains. "O-oh, alright," I look down. "WHAT ARE THEY!?" A couple people shout. "Werr from my forkrore, they are carred a coupre things. An evir two taired one is carred a nekomata. A one with one tair is carred a bakuneko. A good one is a maneki-neko. In their case, I do not know which one," an person with an accent says. "In normal European folklore, they are called werecats," the tall man with dark hair says again.

"Well, who wants to take care of (p/p)?" A random person says. Matt speaks up, "I should. They're one of my citizens." Then people start arguing about it. Finally, Al says, "Let's just put an object in a sack or something. Then the kid just takes an object from there." Almost all of them agree, it's fair game this way. A sack is passed around and people put objects in there. After everybody does that, the objects get mixed around. "Here poppet, pick an item," Oliver says. I put my hand in...

(Author note: who do you want? Pick a country and I will do it, or otherwise I will just write the characters randomly, and I am going to do a 1p version of this, but it might take a little while.)