That's The World?!『A Hetalia FanFic』

Chapter 75~ To Keep You Safe

Warning: Some parts may or may not trigger bad memories for you and I don't want anyone to possibly relapse or worse. I won't say what it is, but you'll know when you get there. Just please read carefully. It won't be for the whole chapter, I promise.

I am so sorry if anything like this happened to you. Please seek help if you have experienced any of this. We are here for you.

Now, on with the story~

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"How c-could you?" Tears wallowed in my eyes as the truth struck through my heart.

They waited a whole week to tell me that they took away my poofing power. A whole week! Did they forget to tell me when I woke up? Is this a punishment? Do I not mean the world to them?! They remembered to tell Ivan and Alfred that I was here, but not tell me about an important part of myself?!?!

"Olivine, your power is dangerous. You could end up in a bad situation. There are some really terrible people in the world and I don't want you getting hurt," Daddy reasoned.

I protested, which looks adorable in my Chibi Form, "But I know how to fight! Does being a girl make me vulnerable in the real world?"

They both let my question linger for a tad too long.

"Olivine... because you are a girl, and I'm not trying to be mean, there will be people who will want to hurt you. Sometimes... emotionally," Daddy came down to my level.

"W-What do you m-mean?" I looked between them for an answer.

Their worried expressions left me unsettled. I really wanted to understand what they were saying. How cruel can people really be? Why won't they just say it? Is he afraid that he might trigger something of mine?

"Olivine, would you mind changing forms?" Daddy requested.

Papa was confused, but I did as was requested. It felt good to be in my Teenage Form again. At least I won't be fighting for a while, this body still needed some healing. They sat me down at the dining room table to talk to me.

What they explained was horrifying. What's worse is that it happens to teens and children. What I'm talking about is the "r" word. They took away my power so I wouldn't end up in a situation like that. I'm not mad at them anymore...

"Do you understand what we're saying?" I wiped my tears and clenched my fists. I couldn't bare to look at them.

There are really sick people in the world... especially that man.

"Olivine, who are you talking about?" Papa asked. I guess my thoughts turned into words.

"I... I don't want to talk about it," lost fragments pieced themselves together.

"Olivine, you can tell us anything," Dad cooed.

"I'm sorry... I can't. I don't want to see that place ever again..." then I was thrown into my deepest, darkest hour.

~ Prepare your feels ~

"Don't you dare touch my sister!" I barked at the man who was responsible for all of my suffering.

I was back in that dark room. The one that lay under that "hospital." The one where bad children were sent to be "corrected." My wrists were chained up over my head against the wall. My ankles were bound together by silver shackles with distant blood stains. My Teenage Form was active, dressed in a tattered white gown. The shade was so thick, not like there was anything to be seen, but I'd still like to observe my surroundings.