Hetalia x Continent!Reader x 2p!Hetalia

Chapter 1- The Beginning

Chapter 1

Y/N's P.O.V

You sit on your (f/c) bedsheets, listening to (f/b). You needed to let all the stress out, life is just a big bitch of a game to you. Your life is stereotypical, you're bullied, have an abusive parent, have thought about killing yourself, but never tried. You name it, it's happening to you. You're depressed, but decide not to show it, especially to your friends. You plus your seven friends are like family, you help each other, you'd die for each other. You'd call your friends but none of them want to talk to anyone right now, "they're just busy dealing with the shit in their lives," you thought. You were then kicked out of your thoughts as you heard stumbling downstairs.

"God Dammit mom, what the hell did you drink this time?" You mumbled.

"(Y/N)!!!!! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!" Your obviously drunk mother slurred, little bit of alcohol spilling out of her mouth.

"Ugh, fuck!" You managed to say out loud and getting out of bed. You walked down your long hallway, finally getting to the stairs. You were wondering where she was, but decided to start walking down the wooden stairs. You felt a piece of the broken chair your mom broke earlier today, break against your lower neck. Soon everything started to get dizzy and you saw darkness consuming your vision. You passed out but still heard your mother's drunk screaming.

"YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING PIECE OF SHIT!" You happened to hear as you feel pain surge through your bruised body. As you opened your eyes, you saw the shatters of glass passing through your field of vision. You could only assume it was one of the beer bottles your "mother" had finished before she got home.

"Eh, damn you, you should've died like your father had. You'll never have the love he had given me, it had died along with him. *cough*(A/N one of those coughs that a fake bitch does) Now, I'm going out with some friends, and I had better see the mess you've caused cleaned up, I.want.this.place.SPOTLESS!"

*door slam*

"FUCK YOU TOO!" You yelled at the closed door. "Goddammit, she may be a drunk, but damn that bitch can hit like there is no tomorrow. ERG, FUCK," you said while trying to get up off the floor. You grabbed your (dog tag/bracelet), making sure that the artifact wasn't broken. You soon opened then closed the door. Walking down the street to find some floor cleaner.

*Flashback*

"Hey (Y/N)! Where are you?!" your friend Brett called.

"In the kitchen!" You responded. Brett had wanted to come over with the rest of the gang. It consisted of Brett, Pablo, Jamal, Vidin, Samuel, Bianca, Austin, and yourself. You all were staying over at your house, surprising to you because your parents never let people come over. You and the gang were having a sleepover (A/N yes older people can have sleepovers, they just don't include all the childish shite. Unless you're into stuff like that.

"Okay guys, we've got the movies from Brett. Then-" You stated

"YESSS MOVIES, I especially got some good horror films from like the 80's." He had replied while cutting you off.......like a hero would....(A/N *wink wink*).

"Ok, moving on. Pablo's got snacks, Jamal has some games, Vindin has ice cream, Samuel has the manga, Bianca also has got games, and Austin has the plushies. Ok so now we've got our- *ding dong*," The doorbell rang. Thats weird, there shouldn't be anyone else coming today.

"I've got it." You plainly said. You opened the door to nobody, just an empty street. But as soon as you were going to close the door, a (F/C) box caught your eye. You looked around for any trouble makers, took the box and closed the door. You opened the box on the kitchen counter. Finding some dog tags and bracelets. Brett of course didn't care and just took one, everyone just took an artifact and continued to walk towards your family room. You just stood there, looking at your artifact that you took, wondering why someone would give something like this. You just shrugged off the eerie feeling and walked with everybody else. Resuming your "sleepover".

*End of flashback*

"Damn mother, always telling me what to do," You grumbled while walking to the convenient store for some floor cleaner.

"Probably wants me to get her a pack of cigs as well," You looked at the list she dropped on the counter before beating you. She never went out to get groceries, and she took away your license so you 'couldn't leave her'. As you were walking, you noticed an alleyway coming up,

"Hah, stupid alleyway, I won't fall for your shitty stereotype. Good kidnapping place my ass," you mumbled to yourself. You looked around the corner, and down the alleyway, you saw three men standing over a dead body, mumbling words in different languages. You managed to catch a little bit of italian, german, and japanese. You didn't even think twice and ran away from the alley.

You saw a knife fly past your face, and heard "TORNA QUI!"(1). You grabbed your (dog tag/bracelet) that was now glowing blue, and continued to run.

You could tell that the pissed-off Italian man was catching up to you, so you thought to yourself "Damn, does this guy ever give up?!" You saw another alley coming up, and you did what you thought was the best idea, run into the alley, hoping there was an exit. Well. There wasn't. You slowed down and grasped the brick wall. You heard the running footsteps slow down.

"Well, well, well, look who-a we've got here," the grumpy Italian man slurred out "I hope you-a know what-a happens now, just give up and- CHE CAZZO?!(2)" You heard before the same light that was surrounding your (dog tag/bracelet), was surrounding you. The light was really bright, and it hurt your eyes. You couldn't keep your eyes open, and decided to close them, allowing sleep to take over.

Translations-

(f/c)- favorite colour

(f/b)- favorite band

(1): Italian-COME BACK HERE!

(2): Italian- WHAT THE FUCK?!