Hetalia Nordics x Abused Child Reader

We Were Too Late...

(Finland POV)

A month had passed since (Y/N) joined the family. She was our little girl, and she even managed to stop Denmark from drinking as much and reduced the fighting. She was still traumatized, but she was healed and doing much better.

Summer had rolled around, and she was outside picking flowers to put in Hanatamago's fur. She had grown quite attached to the little pup from the very beginning, and she always calmed down when the puppy was there.

We were hanging out in the house as (Y/N) picked flowers. I had this strange feeling, but decided it was nothing. But then, we heard (Y/N) scream and a loud gunshot.

We sprang from the couch, snatched up our weapons, and stampeded out the front door. What we saw shocked us.

(Y/N) was lying face down in the grass, and the old hag she had described was standing above her with a shotgun. (Y/N)'s frail legs gushed and oozed blood from what appeared to be bullet holes. (Y/N)'s 'Mother' was towering over the frail child pointing the shotgun at her head, hand on the trigger. Before she could shoot, we slammed into the old hag, knocking the firearm out of her hand. Because of the impact, and all our weapons, the woman laid on the ground half dead. But we had no time to worry about that.

Sweden scooped up (Y/N) and rushed her to the nearest hospital. They took her into the Emergency Room for intense surgery. We were assigned to sit in the waiting room until the results are given. Everyone is shellshocked, and I'm sobbing uncontrollably as Sweden tries to comfort me.

"Please..........forgive us (Y/N)..... We were to late..."