Hetalia Nordics x Abused Child Reader

Oh Dear God...

Finland POV

Sweden rushed to her side, as we followed, and the small girl appeared to be regaining consciousness. She fluttered her eyes open, revealing a pair of tortured (E/C) orbs. Tears spilled from her eyes, as she screamed, noticing we were staring at her. We tried to calm her.

"P-Please calm down! We're not here to hurt you!"

This seemed to calm her, though she had trouble trusting us. She tried to sit up, but Norway gently grabbed her shoulders and laid her back on the bed.

"Hush. You are too weak to stand..."

Me and Emil's (Iceland) eyes started to get misty, and Emil bit his lip as we looked at her. When she sat up, the blankets had slipped down, revealing her frigid body.

She was pale, and her complexion was worsened on her (S/C) skin. Her (H/L) (H/C) hair was slightly matted, it looked like she had combed it with her fingers alone, and she had thick clumps of blood woven into her locks that appeared to be from large gashes on her head. Speaking of gashes, her entire body was covered in them. Deep chasms in her body so deep we could occasionally see bone, but barely from the insane swelling and rivers of dried blood. She had bruises galore and giant bags under her eyes that seemed to imply no sleep whatsoever. This child was so frail, we could see every bone in her body. Her outfit was worn out, and seemed to ripped from a whip-like object, as her skin showed a tint of blue and purple. But worst of all were her eyes. Her (E/C) eyes showed so much fear and anguish that only someone who'd been through hell and back could show.

None of us could speak. Except Her.

"P-Please...Help me........" She pleaded. Her voice was frail and quiet, yet hoarse like she had a fever, or had never tasted water.

Tears slipped down my cheeks as I watched this poor girl plead for her life to us. She must be so scared. Denmark was the only one brave enough to ask the question.

"W-What happened to you?"

The little girl looked fearful, but told us her story.

~Time Skip Brought To You By Talking Pretzels~

By the time she was done, everyone was sobbing. Norway even had silent tears gliding down his cheeks, and Sweden's breath was shaking and he was trembling from trying to hold in tears, Though his eyes were slowly giving in.

"P-Please...don't send me back...I'm begging you..." The child whimpered through the tension and sadness.

I instantly hugged the girl, but not too hard as to disturb her wounds.

"We are never sending you back...I promise..."