A new home- 2p Hetalia x neko child reader

N.Italy chapter 2

((Y/N) pov)

It's been a month since I started living with Luciano and the other two guys. Turns out that my uncle had to cancel the day after I came. 'I'm bored' I think to myself and open the door to my room, where I was previously playing. I'm in (a. / b. / c. ). I walk down the long hallway to Luciano's office, and pause in front of the door. "Flavio! (P/p) is not-a ready to meet-a you! (p/p) hasn't even-a called me papà yet! (p/p) is still scared!" "Have you-a even been taking-a care of them!? You are-a not good with children-a!" A voice shouts back. I build up my courage and knock on the door and walk in. "Luciano? J'ai entendu crair.(I heard yelling)," I say. "Ah, it's nothing-a to worry about-a," Luciano tells me. I've also been understanding better English and Italian. "Ok! Up?" I ask, reaching out my arms. Luciano throws me up in the air, and I laugh. I like being up in the air. "So this-a is (y/n)?" A very bright man with blond hair. It doesn't look natural though. "Is your hair dyed or something? It doesn't look normal," I ask. Luciano starts laughing while the man with shades looks at me offended, only being more obnoxious with his pose. "Ah! I have-a never met a more-a rude child-a in my life-a!" He yells. My ears flatten down and I look down while apologizing, "I-I'm sorry sir."

The man looks at me in shock, and then sadness, "Oh I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you scared or sad." He kneels down to me. I flinch. Luciano picks me up and then addresses the man, "Flavio, I told you that (p/p) is still scared. I'm still trying to help them." I cower into Luciano's shoulder. "Luciano, can w-we play later?" I ask. "Sure, in a couple-a minutes," he tells me. I smile at that. He sets me in his chair, while him and Flavio go to another room. I look around in his room, where I find a painting. I decide to drop onto the floor and look closer at the painting. 'That looks like Luciano' I think when I see a boy that looks like a mini version of him. I walk around the room for a while until Luciano comes back. "Luciano!" I run to him with his arms already wide, and jump onto him. He spins me around very fast, and throws me into the air. Flavio slowly walks into the room. "Ciao Luciano, sorry-a I scared (y/n)," Flavio apologizes. "It's alright!" I forgive him.

We all started playing knight, dragon, and princess. Papà being the princess. "I have beat the dragon!" Flavio pretended to be dead in a funny way. I run up and hug Luciano. "I have saved the princess!" "Oh wonderful-a job lady knight!" Luciano says. We all play for a while, and Luciano says, "It's time for bed-a little knight!" "Awwww! Do I have to?" "Sì." "Okayyy," I start dragging myself to bed. I have to start going to school next week, and tonight is Saturday. I grab a night dress from my dresser, and take a bath. I get dressed, and then open the door again. I get into my bed, and cover me in blankets. I was able to sleep for a while, but I started having really bad dreams. Sooner or later, I woke up screaming, and I hear footsteps. Papà. I try to get up and hide, but Luciano runs into my room before I can get up. Salty tears are running down my face, and he runs over to me. "(y/n), Cosa c'è che non va? Sei ferito?" "I-" I hiccup, "I h-had a dream about m-my old papà." He hugs me and I cry into his tank top. He carries me back to his bed with him, and I sleep with him the rest of the night.

Today is Monday, and my first day of school. I go with Luciano in his long car, and we drive to school. "Luciano, will I be alright?" "Oh, you will be-a alright." "W-what if I get hurt by someone?" "Then they will-a be sorry," Luciano reassures me. "O-ok then," I reassure myself. I get out of the car, and I walk into the building. I go to my classroom, where I ask the teacher where I should sit. She shows me where I sit, and the rest of the students walk in. (Everything unless signified will be in Italian)"Good morning everyone!" The teacher greets everybody once everybody sits down. "Good morning Mrs. B!" The class greets back.

"So today we are going to be having a new student! Please introduce yourself (y/n)!" I stand up and introduce myself, "H-hello, my name is (y/n), and I just recently moved to Italy from Canada. I'm sorry if I make mistakes in speaking, since Italian is not my first language." I sit myself back down as people whisper about me as I sit back down. I have a hat on since I can't show people about me, and I am hiding my tail. I showed the teacher a doctor's note saying I am permitted to wear my hat. A black haired girl raises her hand and blurts, "Hats aren't allowed in school!" "I know Darla, but (p/p) has a doctor's note saying (p/p) can," Mrs.B informs. "Is it because (p/p) is a freak?" A boy says. "Jeff! That isn't nice!" Mrs.B scolds. "Sorry Mrs.B," the boy apologizes. "I think you should be apologizing to (y/n)," the teacher suggests. "Sorry (y/n)," the boy apologizes. "It's alright!" I answer.

The day continues by, and at lunch I eat a homemade lunch made by Luciano. He put in the effort to make a French lunch to help me feel more comfortable. Today I am having fruit crêpes with homemade Nutella and powdered sugar. The black haired girl from earlier with a brown haired girl sit down with me. "What are you having?" The brown haired girl asks. "A crêpe. It's a French food I loved eating back at home," I reply. "What do you put in a Crêpe?" Darla asks. "Well typically you put fruit in it, but you can have a lot of different things in it! Usually it is a breakfast food, but you can have them at anytime! A couple different ones I've had are these, ham and cheese, and dark chocolate to name a few!" I explain. "That sounds so good!" The brown haired girl squeals. "Luciano is trying to help me get used to Italy, and he's just helping by letting me have food i'm used to," I explain. "Who's Luciano?" Darla asks. "My new papà, my old papà didn't treat me good, and he left me," I remember.

"Hey freak!" The boy from earlier shouts at me. "What do you want Jeff?" The brown haired girl asks. "Be quiet Delila, nobody likes you except Darla and this freak," Jeff obnoxiously points out. "Shut up, do you think that because you make fun of people and hurt people that you are cool? There are people that are hurt for the rest of their lives because of this," I glare at him. "Tch. I'm leaving," he takes his leave. "Yeah! Snooze you later!" Darla yells at his direction. Delila and I laugh at this. "But anyways, you were talking about how people are hurt forever? What do you mean by that?" Delila asks. "Scars. You can have emotion scars and body scars. That happens because of people like him," I explain myself.

This kept on happening for a month, but then something drastic happened. "Hey freak!" "What do you want Jeff!?" "Oh nothing, just this!" He dumps all the milk from the milk carton you get at school on my head. He proceeded to dump his food in my head. Then what I get most angry about is that he tries to take off my hat. I put my hand in a fist and give him a left hook. I probably broke his nose. He starts screaming and crying as so he can alert the teachers. Three teachers run over to him, and one of them takes him to the office. "To the office. Now," Mrs. B roughly grabs my hand, opening some scars from my old papà. I shout in pain, and she immediately stops. "What is wrong, you terrorist?" I stop. "Y-you are calling me a terrorist!? All I did was punch him because he dumped his food and drink on my head and then tried to take off my hat! Do you know anything that I've been through? You just opened some of my scars and now I'm bleeding! You can be just as mean!" I shout at her. She slaps me, "Shut up!"

They told me to call Luciano, so I did. In French I told him to come in his military suit and that I got hurt. He was here in less than twenty minutes. "Mr.Vargas, we have called you be-" "Shut up. I will talk to my daughter and ask her what happened," he cuts the principal off. "Luciano, Mrs.B hit me and called me a terrorist!" I immediately tell him. "WHAT!?" "The boy right here has been bullying me for a month, and now he dumped his food and drink on me and tried to take off my hat! So I did what Kuro told me to do and I punched him! And then he started crying like a wimp, and then Mrs.B squeezed my wrist so hard that some of my scars came undone and I started bleeding! I cried out in pain because my skin was being torn apart and she said 'What is wrong, you terrorist?' And then I told her that some of my scars opened and she slapped me and told me to shut up!" I explain everything to him, switching between French and Italian for some words I didn't know in Italian. He glared at Jeff where he was with his parents. "My (son/daughter/kid) has been abused until two months ago! Do you think this is okay to be happening at all?" He throws a knife at Mrs.B. "And who are you to be disciplining my kid!? In the doctor's note it also says to make sure that they're being treated correctly! I will be taking this to the government!" He holds his hand out for me to take, and I take it. He gently takes me out of the office, and to the car.

(In English) "Are you telling the full truth?" He asks me. "Non, I only lied about Kuro. It was actually Matt who told me to do that. He said, and I quote, "The minute he dumps his food or drink on you, physically hurt you, or takes it too far, you beat his ass until somebody pulls you off of him! I'm tired with this kid messing with somebody as precious as you!" That's what he told me to do," I quote. "I might have to tell him thank you," Luciano tells himself. "Luciano?" "Yes?" "What are you going to do to Mrs.B?" "You'll figure that out soon, (y/n)," he answers my question. We sit in comfortable silence as he drives me home and wraps bandages around my wrist. Then he talks with Kuro and Lutz for a while. Then he sends me to bed.

(Author's note: next chapter is going to have gore, blood, and murder. Some stories (y/n) will be a cannibal if the parents are.)