Hetalia x Child!Abused!Reader

A pocketknife - Belarus

She's a bit OCC, so, sorry for that.

The hand started roaming around, few moments late to hit against a solid figure.

Clutching and pulling it out to find that it is, in fact, a weird cuboid.
You peeked at its corner for any different part to the shape, on the side there was a little button.
Pressing your thumb upon the button, a swish of metal launched out of the cuboid and stood sharply upwards in the air.
"A pocketknife?" The Brit spoke out.
"The little one is mine." A feminine voice came out of nowhere.
Turning around towards that voice, you saw people cowering away and as well a big dark aura filled the side that voice came from.
A creepy blonde woman came up to you with a scary-flashing smile.
"Don't be scared little one, you are going to live with me from now one, no problem to that." The woman spoke after wrapping her arms around you little body, as you wrapped your tiny arms around her in return.
Suddenly, hoisting you upon the side of her hip and left the meeting.

"Now, as we haven't introduced each other, I am Belarus but you refer to me as Mama or маці." She looked at you. "Do you have a name?"
"No."
"Well, how about (Y/N)? What do you think about that?" Her eyes shone with kindness when she said that.
"Yes, I like that name."
"Good." She gave a small genuine smile.

You were taken to a huge house it was quite old-looking on the outside.
Belarus' eyes were staring at you.
"This is your home now." As she said that she opened the door and let you adjust to the new accommodation.
The inside looked quite antiquated.
As the split second, you made it into the living room, your stomach growled.
"Do you want something to eat?"
"No thank you I'm fine."
"(Y/N), you look like you haven't been fed in days, let me cook something for you. And you must eat it; don't squabble about it." She pointed the last bit out.
You nodded quickly.

Time skip~
The meal Belarus made you was enough to fill up your skinny tummy.
First taste-testing to then scoffing it down quickly.
At that moment, two people entered the room and perceived you in your state.
"(Y/N), this is your Auntie Ukraine." Your mother pointed towards the lady with big breasts that made a loud bouncing sound.
"Nice to meet you." You spoke shyly.
"Aww, you're a cute little one." Ukraine voice squealed in delight as she stroked your (H/C) locks.
Your mum's arms lifted you towards a big male that stood a few inches away from you.
"And this is your papa." She pointed towards the tall male.
"Papa?"
"No, no, no. I'm your uncle Ivan." He gave you a warm smile but still remained shivering when your mama gave him death stares.
"Hello, Uncle Ivan." You smiled. "I'm (Y/N)."

Time skip~
"How about I can teach how to through knives, ды?" Your mum smiled.
"ды."You smiled as you copied her native language.
Quickly, arriving in the garden.
"First we start by flicking it out." She demonstrated with a pocketknife of her own.
"Flicking it out." You memorised her words as you tried it on your pocketknife.
Even though you did fail a few times you manage to get it out straight without it falling sideways.
"Great. Now, how about you throw it towards that tree." She directed towards the thickest oak tree that stood a few meters away from you.
As the last look was given towards that direction, a shift of clinking as the metal knife hit just against the side of the tree.  
"Good, a few more tries you should get it perfectly." She acknowledged. "Collect it and try it again."
This repeated for a few times, after a while you became sleepy.
"I think it is time for bed now." She answered as she looked at your yawning state, next moment carrying you back into the house then to her bedroom, and placed you in her bed; wrapping the blankets around you small body.
"Спакойнай ночы, сонейка."
"I love you mama."  

Translations
маці=Mother
ды=Yes
Спакойнай ночы, сонейка=Good night, sweetie