Hetalia X Reader One Shots Requests Open

Not Alone (Canada X Reader)

*Reader's POV*

      You were done. You just couldn't continue.
      Your parents had left years earlier on a 'business trip' and had never returned. No one knew you lived alone.... Well, no one other than your boss and Matt, but he had moved not long after due to his dad getting a new job. He used to visit...
      Not anymore.
      No, you were on your own these days, getting the odd job here and there while trying to avoid relationships with anyone. No one cared. They were all back stabbers.
      But the bullying only increased and you weren't able to get away due to slow healing injuries from previous encounters. And this time, they almost killed you.
      They had beaten you severely, leaving you slumped in the last place that you could hide outside of your rundown apartment you only had because your boss pitied you, which meant you worked harder to keep the leaky place. Tears streamed down your face as you finally managed to drag yourself home. You set to work cleaning the apartment of all traces of your inhabitant, not bothering to tend to your wounds. They won't matter much longer anyways...
  Once the tiny place was as clean as it would get hours later, you sat at your rickety table, pen in hand.

                        To whoever finds this first, 
                               Sorry if you cared in the slightest. No one needs me, no one wants me as my parents demonstrated                          years ago. Don't cry. Don't mourn like I know most of you never will. It's better this way. Maybe all of your                       lives will be slightly better upon my departure. If you care enough to stop me, you ought to know where to                         find me. Where my hell began. I'll wait until dawn, then I'm gone for good.
                                                                  ~(Your Name), Your Worthless Neighborhood Trash

      You smiled without humor. Peace was hours away.
      You headed out.

  *Matthew's POV*

      A ringing phone woke me up. "H-hello?"
     "You better get here, quick. If you still care." The woman on the line rattled off an address, then promptly hung up.
     I blinked. What in the world? I thought about the address a moment... my hometown... care about what? There was only one person I cared about ther-
     "(Your Name)!" I dressed quickly and got into my old, blue pick-up. Why else would anyone call from there?
     Hours later I reached the address, going into the described apartment. A single sheet of paper lay on a run down table. My hands shook as I read through the short note and turned quickly, knowing the exact place she mentioned.
     Her parents old home, left to rot when her parents decided one girl was too much trouble. Now nature had clawed it's way up the small one story home, pulling away siding and eaves, weighing heavily on the foundations as it seemed to sag. I stepped over the fallen boards of a once proud fence as I went to the old oak tree (Your Name) spent a portion of her childhood in.
      "No one came after all... But did I really expect any different?" Asked a soft voice to no one in particular. "I'm sorry Matt... I'm not as strong as you once thought..."
      I looked up, my eyes wide. "(Your Name)!! Stop, please!" No stutter, just fear.
      Too late... I startled her, making her fall from the branch she sat in, jerking to a heart wrenching stop a foot from the ground. I rushed forward, lifting her up so the rope around her neck couldn't do as she had wanted.
      I somehow managed to get the rope off her neck, cradling her to my chest as she began to sob. I carried her away from the tree, back to my pick-up. I held her tightly, afraid she might somehow end back up in that tree, hanging like a rag doll. I shook my head, burying my face in her soft (hair color) hair. She was safe and that's all that mattered.
      "I'm sorry..." She mumbles into my chest over and over, her tears slowing.
      After she had calmed, I looked her dead in the eye. "I-I'm not leaving you alone, (Nickname). I'll a-always be here."
      She nodded, allowing me to get her in my pick-up and drive away from the scene of a would be tragedy.

  *Third Person*

      The older woman nodded to herself, watching an old pick-up with the passed out (Your Name) and worried Matthew drive by. She did the right thing, of course she did.
      How could she leave her flesh and blood completely alone? The boy would take good care of her. That's all that mattered.