Hetalia Nordics x Abused Child Reader

Abused

You had been abused your whole life. Your parents hated you with a fiery passion and you didn't know why. They didn't even give you a name, as they just referred to you as "it" and nasty words. You had bruises all over your body from the beatings you got if you so much as breathed too heavily. Your bones were like twigs because you never ate or got any exercise. You had endured this for six agonizingly long years. You had been locked in a cage when you were two and had never been released since. The most you ate was toothpaste and bread crumbs. You just wanted to be loved, but you were denied from birth.

One day, your psychotic and sociopathic mom grabbed her rusted pipe and opened your cage door. But something snapped. As soon as you possibly could, you darted towards the cage door, ran outside, and as far away as your frail and nonexistent legs could carry you. Your mother gave chase, screeching like a banshee and ran as fast as her drunk and fat legs could carry her. You had gotten frostbite the second you made contact with the air. The most you had on was a brown, worn out dress that barely fit you because you had received it when you were two years old. Still, the fear and will to live overpowered the cold as you sprinted into a nearby forest where you knew she couldn't catch you. Sure enough, she quit and went back home to drink more alcohol .

You were freezing, but you were so tired and weak you collapsed outside the forest where you had hid. But then, he found you.