Hetalia x Reader Oneshots

Cupcakes Are A Child's Best Friend (2p! England x Child! Abused! Reader)

I randomly thought of this a few weeks ago while trying to get to sleep.. Let's see where my brain takes it a 9:43 pm

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Running. That's all I was doing. I'd run from my abusive father, who was now chasing me and was running through the city. That was until I spotted a little bakery. Sanctuary. I ran over and entered, forgetting about the bells that the doors of these shops had and I hid, scared that the owner of the shop wouldn't want me there.

OLIVER'S POV (I know, but it's for the story)

I was in the bakery, waiting for customers when I finally heard the bell go. I stood up straight to make it seem like I'd been doing something, but no one approached the counter. I was confused at this and decided to investigate. I walked out into the bakery bit, from the counter and looked around. I soon found the source of the bell, "Hello, Poppet. What are you doing here alone?" The little girl looked up and me before shying away.

"Poppet, I'm not going to hurt you."

She seemed to trust me, that or something spooked her and she dashed out from her hiding placed and ran up to me, "Hewp me, pwease? Hide me. Don't let him take me!"

I was confused at this but nodded to her anyway. Despite her looking about 4, I could still lift her and brought her into the back and to all the bags of flour, "Hide behind these for the rest of the day. I'll come and get you when I'm ready to close up, okay, Poppet?" She nodded and smiled, "Fank you, Mister!" she replied before hiding behind the flour bags.

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A few minutes later, there was another ding of the bell. This time, the person came straight to the counter immediately, "Where is she?!"

"I have no idea who you're talking about."

"I know you're hiding her. Where is she?!"

"Get out."

"Not until you hand me my daughter!!"

"I have no idea who you're talking about. Now please get out!" I shouted back at the man. He growled before leaving the bakery. I decided just to call it a day and started to pack up the shop for the night.

After I'd finished, I went back to the back of the shop to where I'd told (Y/n) to hide and found her asleep, "Come on Poppet." She didn't stir. I smiled, "Well, I always thought Allen and Matt needed a sister!" I picked up her sleeping form and walked back out the shop, closing and locking the door. I smiled when I felt her nuzzle into me and continued the short walk home.

------------------ A few years later

After I had taken (Y/n) in, she grew up (In two years wise) to become exactly like me. I'd made her, her own Swear Jar for whenever she heard either Matt or Allen swearing. This came in useful and it annoyed the two of them a lot. Hearing a sweet little voice saying, "Swear Jar," was something they hadn't got used to.

"What the fuck?!"

"Awwen, Swear Jar!"

I sat Allen grumble to himself and shove some money in the little jar that (Y/n) was holding out to him. I chuckled and (Y/n) noticed, "Papa!" she squeaked, running up to me, "I cauwt Awwen swearing again!"

"Did you tell him off, Poppet?"

She nodded, "Yes!"

"Good girl. Do you want to count up how much you've got from those two?"

She nodded again and we walked into the dining room where she sat on her chair and emptied the jar. A few minutes into counting, Allen came running in and stole the empty jar from the table. (Y/n) looked up but didn't do anything except hop off the chair, "Papa, take care of the money." before walking off upstairs. I soon heard her tiny voice, "Awwen, if you don't give me the jar, you won't get your bat back."

"What the fuck? Give that back you little shit!" There was the sound of and thud before (Y/n) came running back into the dining room, crying her eyes out. She ran up to me and hid behind me, "Don't let him take me away, Papa!"

Allen came running in, the jar in one hand and his bat in the other, "What did I tell you about going into my room?! Little shit!"

This made (Y/n) cry more. I bent down and picked her up, "(Y/n), it's okay."

"No! Don't let him take me away!" she squeaked, digging her face into me. I turned to Allen and glared daggers at him, "Give the jar back. Now." Allen rolled his eyes and put the jar back on the kitchen table.

"Now, say sorry to (Y/n)."

"Why? She stole my bat!"

"She's just a child, though! You don't know what she's been though! Before she came into my bakery, her father abused her so you shouting at her and calling her bad things has scared her to death."

"Oh," his face showed guilt and he turned to (Y/n), who still had her head dug in my shirt, "(Y/n), I'm sorry. I didn't mean to shout at you."

She looked up, "Awwen? Come here." He came closer and (Y/n) reached out to him signalling she wanted him to hold her. I placed her in his arms and she reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck, "I forgive you."

"(Y/n), I'm so sorry for shouting at you. I had no idea what you went through."

"It's okay. I aweady said I forgave you. Awwen, I wuv you, big bwother!" That made something happen that I'd never expected, Allen smiled widely, "'Big brother'? I like it. Yes, (Y/n), I am your big brother."