Wandering your hand around on many unknown items, then deciding to clasp one and pull it out to reveal a rather small hat, brown hat with a purple feather to be exact.
Passing the clothing to the British man, his expression was just being undeniably confused.
"I don't remember anyone with a hat like this, especially with a purple feather like this on the end. Does anyone wear a hat like this?" Showing the hat as a hint of his enquiry.
No one spoke.
You glumly glance downward.
Until you were harshly yanked up by your collar into the air.
"Heh, I get the bambina." A redhead with a pair of deep, scary, purplish-red eyes that sank into your (E/C) ones, the fearsome character made you almost be in tears and as always frightened out of your life.
"Vhat are jou doing here?" A built blonde spoke him.
"Well ended up seeing-a this bambina about to get chosen-a so who wouldn't want to put down that bet-a, and I guess I won her-a." Smirking devilishly in an Italian accent.
"She's not an object." The British guy interrupted
"I'm better, you used to treat-a your Fratellos the same way-a." He retorted before anyone could say anything he snatched back his hat from the guy who had it.
As he placed it on his head, he threw you over his shoulder and walked out with a winning smirk as you tried to hold your tears for what is about to become next.
Leisurely time went, and you were still on the Italian's shoulder and haven't moved since you were limp and knew that you couldn't struggle with boney arms like your own.
The air around you immediately changed to warm, moving your head upwards to find yourself in a house.
After taking notice of many parts of the house, you suddenly flopped onto a comfy wooden chair in the kitchen.
"Don't move-a." That scary glance of his always remained.
With a small gulp, you bopped your head.
In a split second, the Italian shifted to the pots and pans and got himself working on something.
He used a saucepan, filled it with water, turned the stove on to let it boil.
Soon, getting out of a cupboard a packet of spaghetti noodles to empty into the boiling water and give a quick stir after it adjusted in.
A few minutes later he got out another saucepan to then pour red sauce and heat that up for a couple of minutes.
After all the heat and stirring, the redhead got out a quite large bowl, scooped out a large portion of spaghetti to place in the bowl.
Getting out a fork and placed the bowl and fork on the table by you, but quickly went back to get the cooked red sauce.
He grasped a ladle took a scoop of the sauce and walked right back to you without dropping one droplet of the liquid down onto the floor.
"Here, have-a some spaghetti and pasta sauce." Spreading the pasta sauce all over the spaghetti and mixed it in with the fork for the good flavour and moved the portion near your lips for you to try out.
"I-I'm not that hungry, thank you." But he only shoved it in your face more.
"Eat." He growled deeply as his hair shadowed his face more.
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Hetalia x Child!Abused!Reader
FanficI don't know all the character's personalities but to those who enjoy Hetalia, this is different to read than most of the stories I make. It is rather a bit violent at the start so don't push yourself to read something you don't like.
