Where There is Life, There's Hope: Your POV

Your Dialog

(Age 5 your POV)

You ran as fast as your little legs could run. Running from what? More like who... Your Abusive Father. Ever since your mother had died after she gave birth to you, your father start drinking heavy liquor, he would go out with his 'friends' for beer and sometimes bring home another woman with him if not 2 at least. Your father would always abuse you in many ways; throwing you on or agent a wall or sometimes hit you over the head with a beer bottle. He would always smell of beer and cigars. He would threaten to kill you if you don't do what he says; but he always tries to kill you no matter what you do. Right or wrong, he would still hurt you! He finally caught up to me - grabbed my collar and started to beat me with an empty beer bottle.

"Please, Daddy stop!" I begged for mercy as fresh blood dripped from my body.

"Shut the fuck up, you good for nothing brat!" (F/N) screamed and lashed out at you. 

When he was done, he left you on the ground as he went to the kitchen to get a beer. Your limp body inched towards the door, gasping between breaths. Your tiny hands reached the doorknob and you got the hell out of that house. You could barely run so you trying to limp fast away from the house. Your father noticed this and he screamed after you. Instead of running after you, he aimed for your head and threw his beer at you... Critical hit on the head which made you black out... 

By the time you woke; you were in a huge room filled with up many men where looking at you with concerned looks. You wanted to scream in fear but you couldn't from all the pain that was swelling up in your body. 

"Love, there's no need to be afraid." A man said that was currently holding you in his arms. 

"W-What h-happened...?" You asked while shaking violently. 

"You were found blacked out on a sidewalk. I noticed that you had cuts, blood, and bruises all around you. So I took you with me to this building." A man with dirty blond hair, glasses, and a curl sticking out on top of his head said. I nodded slightly and thought. 

"What if they found me and they are trying to hurt me... like daddy would." You thought as you started to breath faster. Tears filled your eyes and you began to cry softly. 

"No! D-Don't hurt me!" I sobbed in the British man's shoulders.

"Non, non, 'er're not 'ear to 'urt you, Mon Cherie." A Frenchman said as he stroked your (H/L), (H/C) hair - trying to get you at ease. 

"Alright zhen. Do you have a name?" A German voice said which scared you a bit.

You nodded. "(F/N) (L/N)." You said quietly.

"Alright thank you. Nations, listen up!" The man with the curl out of his head said as he stood on the table - getting everyone's attention. "I know what you all are thinking, "I should be the one to take care of her because I'm the Hero and-"

"Alfred get down! Obviously I should take care of (Y/N)!" The English one said who was currently holding you in his arms.

"Angleterre, she wouldn't last a day with 'ou, knowing 'ou don't know 'ow to cook properly." The Frenchman said.

"I beg your pardon, Francis?!" The British one yelled back.

"But I want to take care of the little bambina!" An Italian spoke up behind the German.

Then an eerie aura filled the room. "I would love to take care of the little sunflower, da?" A Russian said with a smile.

All of the nations in the room started to argue with one another - It was chaotic! Men screaming and the Frenchman and the British on started to have a war between themselves. you started to tear up again. This action was noticed by a another person. He didn't fight like the other "nations", he just sat there. You saw him get up an go to the front of the room. He tried to get everyone's attention by screaming.

"H-Hey guys!" But it wasn't out enough. The man went under the podium to then find a bullhorn, turned it on and yelled, "You guys, listen up!" This time it worked and every single person turned to him. "I think that we should put an item in a bag and let (Y/N) pick from it, eh." The man said.

The whole room looked at one other and agreed. By the time everyone placed something in the bag, the British man placed you on the ground. You hesitated towards the Canadian when he held the bag up to your face a bit.

"Go ahead and choose, (Y/N). Take your time." The Canadian said with a warm smile that made you smile slightly back at him. You reached your had into the bag and you pulled out:---