Hetalia Canada x World

England and Canada

Warnings: Child Abuse/Neglection, England is off hand after America leaves
A/N- Please don't read if it'll make you uncomfortable or trigger you. I'm kinda in a dark place and just needed to let it out somehow.
Warnings start at the beginning
*Pretend 'she's' are 'he's'

Concrete Angel

Matthew Williams always thought about how he wanted to be noticed. The love his older brother, Alfred, received from their father figure. But Alfred left, but promised to come back to him.

'Alfred packed his bags, stuffing clothes  and important items into the three bags he owned. Matthew watched with wide watery eyes but refused to let the dam break.

"Alfie...why are you leaving Mr. England and I? Do you still love us?" Matthew asked quietly, lip quivering as he looked down. Alfred stopped and looked at his little brother and frowned. He quuckly made his way over to the edge of Mattie's bed, where the small colony sat, and knelt down so they can look eye to eye.

"I love you, Mattie. It's just...I need to be the hero for my people. Iggy is just throwing some fit, but I'll be coming back for you, okay? I need to you to try hiding if Iggy gets silly after drinking his grown up drink, alright?" Matthew nodded his head obediently as his brother explained the situation. Smiling softly, Alfred stood up and kissed the colony on the head, ruffling the boys strawberry locks and left the room. When he heard the door slam shut, Matthew began to cry silently, going over to Alfred's bed and cuddling with the toy bunny the older left for him. He thought of how long he would have to wait for his brother. Though...his brother never came'

Matthew stood still, focusing on the clicks of Arthur's boots as the older nation paced around him. He heard the man mumbling nonsense to himself but Matthew understood how his caretaker was feeling. Arthur, after the Revolutionary War, Was devasted. He drank and kept to himself. But he began to yell at Matthew. Not calling him Alfred or something along those lines. No, he yelled at Matthew.

"You look just like him. A filthy disgrace" Arthur scowled, stopping in front of the small Canadian.  The boy kept his gaze down, knowing all to well what happens if he looked at his father figure. The abuse began an decade after Alfred won his independence. Before the physical abuse, it was mostly calling Matthew names or starving the boy. But now a new war has awoken. This war would soon be known as the War of 1812.

"ANSWER ME!" Matthew flinched and looked up in fear, only for an hand to connect with his pale tear stained cheek, a loud 'SLAP' sound echoing the small house. Hands suddenly gripped his shoulders in the usual tight bruising grip amd Matthew was immediately pushed up against a wall before he can fully be aware of what was happening. This was fearfully new. Usually Arthur would pish him on the floor and kick and punch and whip him.

"Daddy-"

"SHIT THE BLOODY HELL UP YOU BRAT!" Arthur roared, scarimg the boy to silence. Removing his belt in what seemed to be in a flash, Arthur grabbed a fistful of Matthew's hair and made the boy knedl down, back facing him. Gulping, Matthew couldn't even prepare himself for the next action. Arthur brought his belt down, the metal part hitting Matthew's covered skin harshly, getting a flinch out of the boy. This continued on for around 30 minutes, Matthew's shirt now shredded and blood escaping his new cuts. Tears kept streaming dowm the boy's cheeks as he was kicked to the ground, yelping as his busted up back connected with the cold floor.

"A-ah" Matthew whimpered, watching with frightened and watery lilac purple eyes as Arthur began to undress the both of them. Whenever the man would breathe against him, Matthew would smell the rum that tainted the man's breath and made a face, trying not to gag at the awful and strong smell.