This is not a pedo-story. This is a love story...father like you can call it (idk what to call it lol). "_____" means your name, (h/c) is hair color, (h/l) is hair length.
I DO NOT OWN HETALIA, THIS PICTURE, OR YOU.
I plop down in bed with a long sigh. The throbbing pain in my side was killing me! And I still can't breath as easy and usual. Why on earth is running so hard?! At least I can keep a good core and legs. That's a good thing, right?
I guess so.
Now I know you may be wondering, "Why are you running?" I ask the same thing all the time, I don't even know why.
I roll onto my stomach and pick up the green composition notebook I have propped beneath my pillow so no one can get it. This book has been with me for...two weeks now and I've been writing in it for this little amount of time, but it's half full now.
Oh...how was my day today?
I was chased around by an angry mob of bees for falling in a meadow of daisies. Which sheer they just so happen to be pollinating flowers. Whee! How fun was that?
Please note my sarcasm.
The stings are killing me since like...twenty crawled under my shirt and the rest behind my neck and some on my face.
"Niña! Dinner's ready, you coming?" I heard on the other side of my door.
"...Not hungry..." I call back.
That was the orphanage owner, Jeff. He never really bothered to remember or learn our names, well, at least mine. Nobody here really did, so they make up something else like "Stupid," or "Americana," or "Violin." For him it was "kid" or "niña."
Sometimes I get really frustrated and once I stabbed a girl, Ivy, with a ballpoint pen for saying no one would ever adopt me. I mean, that isn't possible, right? I had a mom once, Jeff said she dropped me off here, so she could still be out there.
"You haven't eaten in two days...do you have a food stash in there?" Jeff joked.
I haven't really been hungry at all, I don't know why. And I don't really feel like talking either.
"No, I'm just not hungry." He's nice, but some other kids here aren't.
"Oh...well we're having pizza, and I know you love pizza! Right?" Kind of a doofus.
"Only the non dairy, since I'm allergic to it." I point out, still writing away.
I found out the hard way: I at a slice of cake and threw up. But it was all over Ivy and her two friends, so I was cool with it.
"Oh...yea...well there's still broccoli and cheese- oh right. How about I just pick the pepperoni off?" He offered.
Idiot. I don't want his hands in what I eat!
"No thanks, that's fine." I smile knowing he cares. There are only ten or eleven of us left, everyone else was adopted. But only the well-fed pretty or handsome kids, including Ivy.
"Just....don't starve yourself. I get sued if you do, anyways." He cracked a joke again.
"I won't. Gracias, Jeff." I called again getting up. This gray room was so small dull and I can never get out without being heard; the floorboards are so creaky and loud!
But I learned earlier that if you stay against the walls and don't tip, you won't shift your weight to a hollow board so the floor won't moan.
I slowly pad over to the window. Two stories up...I can't jump or it'll be suicide, a three year old names Owen tried chased a moth out of the window from upstairs.
We came down too late.
But there were sewage pipes from the building on the side of the window. I could slide down...but it could be weak metal and break...then I fall and break my neck.... Maybe not if I have a cushion, though. I mean I just want to get out for tonight.
Well almost night, the sun was just setting and the sky was at the peach shad I live so much. So that means I won't get too hot from the sun if I go for a walk.
Yea, I think I'll be fine. And besides, even if I won't be, no one would ever adopt me: I'm twelve and have a board for a chest, sticks for legs and noodle-arms.
I grab the cold metal in both hands and sit on the windowsill to bring my right leg around. I look down once more; it's pretty high up. About as high as the tallest diving board of the public pool on the Fourth of July.
That day, it always seems so tall.
But it's May, now, and the lights making the grass seem shorter- I know it's long, soft and plush. Maybe I could land easily.
I'm not taking my chances.
I hook my leg around the pipe and feel the cold through my shorts. On three.
"One...." I hook the other leg around and place one hand on the windowsill.
"Two..." I heard the door creak open.
"DON'T DO IT!" I heard Jeff's voice.
"THREE!" I let go and felt the breeze in my (h/l) (h/c) hair cause it to fly up. The squeaking sound of skin sliding down metal sent shivers up my back.
I fell on my butt with a thud.
I'm out. I'm free! Well for now anyways, it's not like I'm running away for good, it's not hell or anything.
I just don't want to stay either.
If someone would adopt me.
He knows my name?
I don't even care anymore. I just broke out in a sprint, panting because of the sudden adrenaline rush. Where should I run to....somewhere with caring people.
No, I don't even know MY religion.
A manga store?
They don't have those here, it's South America! And I mean the REALLY south part! Argentina!
And I am VERY upset with my Spanish-speaking skills; I can never get the pronouns correct! Plus I had to take a class AND I'm terrible with the accents and everything, so I sound British-Mexican or Australian or something, and when I speak English I sound American! Nothing's wrong with it but I mean come on!
A- "OOF!" I felt my nose crack against something big. And it's in my way, too!
I look up to meet ruby eyes. "Who was it who ran into the awesome me?!" He said. He had some kind of German accent maybe?
Lord help me.
"Pr-Gilbert! They could be hurt! Tú muy tontè, Mi amigo." Another person scolded the first. He called him stupid, ha!
He had a Spaniard's accent for sure, if not Mexican. If he were from here he could tell I'm an orphan.
"Muy sorelo, chica," he apologized and held a hand out, "¿porqué son tú accabas de canseñar?" (Very sorry, girl, Why are you running? A/N: I speak a little Spanish but I till use google a lot lol). I grab it and he helped me up. I look back to see if anyone was after me right now, only to see...nothing related.
"You can speak English. And I just...needed to get away for a bit." I felt my chest tighten a little. Something was different about these two.
"Bonjour! So...what might your name be, mon cherri?" Another man asked. He had a strong French accent I couldn't believe.
Make that three. Something different about these three. Other than being foreign, or tourists.
"Uhm...." Should I tell them? They could be creepy old guys! I look at them again.
The French one hand shoulder-length blonde hair and dark blue eyes and a toe headed goatee growing. The Hispanic one had brown hair and was tanned, only he had green eyes. Then "Gilbert" was what's it called...albino! Yea. He's albino and was picking at his teeth.
Nah, too...doofus-like to be Pedophiles.
"I'm _-____." I answer finally. Each of them nodded their heads firmly, letting me know they'd remember it.
Finally. Someone will.
"_____? Awesome name. Just zhat? Or iz it like "_____-ta" or somezhin' fancy? I mean _____ doesn't sound very Argentinian or anything, are dü- OW!" The Hispanic slapped him behind his head. I felt my lips twitch up as if strings were pulling them.
"Ohonhon~! You 'ike that? I do too, Bella!" The French got in front of "Gilbert."
"Vhat?" He asked, and the Frenchman kicked his...oh...
"HAHAHAHA!" I busted up laughing by then. My sides started to sting some more and I felt tears at the corners or my eyes.
"Zhat vas not funny, Frau!" "Gilbert" squeaked out.
"Are ju laughing or choking or crying or sick?"
My laughing is very hard to tell between laughing and choking...poo...
The pain in my neck started to come back and I felt my hand go numb. My face twisted around in pain and I fell to my knees and held my stomach, and felt the tears stream down. The laughing finally stopped.
"Owowow...it hurts..." I try to cry out and my eyes crossed in pain.
"Vhat, guilt hurts?" Gilbert also fell to his knees. That earned him another slap to the head.
"What hurts?" Frenchie asked.
"...I was stung by bees today..." I point to my face, then neck and stomach as he knelt down and help my face in his hand. "Open 'our mouth." He commanded. I did, but I couldn't open it all the way for some reason. He narrowed his eyes.
"How many had stung you, bella?!" He asked and kept examining. By then the other two knelt down with him (or crawled over).
I count on my hands up to ten at least twice then kept going and shrug nervously. If they care this much already I'm pretty sure I'm gonna get yelled at or something.
But seriously: who counts how many bees stung them?!
"I knew your lips looked swollen...but you could be allergic!" I felt a pair of hands under my arms and felt myself lifted up.
"Where do you live, chica?" The Hispanic asked.
"I feel fine, really...I don't think I'm allergic, it just must be a reaction to too many. Besides if I were I'd have been dead hours ago." I shrug and try to get out of his clasp.
"That may be it, but do your pare'ts know you've been stung? You haven't even gotten some of zhe things out!" Frenchie scolded.
I shook my head, "no."
"Vell...vhere are dey?" Gilbert regained himself.
I shrug and he rolled his eyes. "Please say somezhing, it is very in awesome to be silent, Frau." He said, "Now vhere is your house."
"I...I live at the orphanage...." I look down and their eyes widen, "but please don't take me back!" I gushed out, "I just wanted to get away for tonight!" Then I heard sirens in the distance.
"You ran away?!" They chorused.
I nod sheepishly.
"The police might be after ju then!" The Hispanic put me down.
"I really zhink someone should teach dü somezhings, Frau..." Gilbert sighed, "LIKE ZHE AWESOME ME!" He grinned.
"I don't think you want him to teach you anything." The Hispanic whispered putting me down.
"Shut up, Toni!" Gilbert slapped him the same way he was slapped earlier.
"So your names are Gilbert, Toni and..." I turn to the French guy.
"Francis." He smiled. I smiled back.
"And I'm Antonio, but they call me that. You can, también (also)." I smile at that too.
"Vhy don't you vant to go back?" Gilbert asked looking me in the eye.
I just realized how short I was; only to about their chests or rib cages. Really?
"I'm just sick of it there. And no one really knows or cares who I am...and I'm allergic to the food there." I swear drop. The sirens were still going off.
"Did anyone offer to adopt you?" He asked.
I nod my head, "But this mean girl, Ivy, made me scare them off by telling me something...so I stabbed her with a ballpoint." Grand if arched his eyebrow.
"Did she deserve it?" Toni asked. I nod.
"Vas it fun and cool and awesome?" Gilbert smirked. I smirked and nodded again, then he started laughing and high fives me. "Good job, Frau!" Then there were red and blue lights from behind us.
"Gotta go!" I slipped between Fransis and Gilbert at full sprint; they found me. At least the sky's still peach. A little darker than before, but it's still gorgeous.
"Wait!" Francis called.
"Ve'll adopt you!" Gilbert yelled after. My head started throbbing.
"¡Chica, por favór!" Toni's voice was much more distant. The sirens kept ringing and the lights were chasing me.
Finally I hear car doors slam and very rapid footsteps headed toward me. I was running too long...they're faster!
A hand clamped around my left wrist and it yanked me back.
"You've caused a lot of trouble, missy. Primo, (first) you shop lift. Then you assault another girl, and now you run away? Yo se nessesitar (I know you need) shock therapy." He picked me up and three me over his shoulder.
My eyes widen and my world froze and I stop struggling. "W.."
"Tú heard qué hablo. (You heard what I said.)" we stop and he put me down. I look up to see Jeff, standing next to some lady.
"Estoy sorelo, niña, pero leor sus cuaderno. (I am sorry, kid, but I read your notebook.)" he said kneeling down. My mouth gaped open and I began to back away.
"Sweetheart, it's for you're own good...you're violent. And depressed." She frowned sadly.
"You...weren't supposed to read...that..." I started to back away.
She smiled, "You're going with us; Social Services. I promise you'll barely feel it, and you'll be fed well at juvenile del-"
"No. I'm not going. You can't take me there, I know it. I'm not going there." I shook my head and started backing up faster. To hands stopped me.
"NO!" Tears started to stream down my face as I was carried to the police car, the lady holding the door open.
"TONI! FRANCIS! GILBERT, AYUDAR (help)! HEEEELP!" I screech on the top of my lungs while kicking and punching while the policeman started to push my head into the door. Jeff was already meters away from us, walking.
"GUYS!" I scream once more, sobbing now.
They aren't coming.
I saw my suitcase in the back seat already, my green notebook on top of it with my pen on it, still has a little red from Ivy's blood left on it's handle.
Look, I WOULD throw it out but it's my only pen and I don't have any money.
"We'll adopt her!" Francis yelled at the lady. Everyone paused. She only shook her head and nodded for the policeman to continue.
"Didn't you hear us? Ve're adopting her, dummkomph! Bitch! DUMB ASS, STOP PUSHING HER!" Gilbert yelled, his voice closer, and I started to hear three sets of footsteps.
"SÍ! Y PORQUÉ NO (and why not)?! Fight back, chica!" Antonio hollered for me.
Can I reach my pen? Yea, it's right there!
I kept both heels dug into the ground and poke my head in for a second and grab it, then I finally reach back to stab the policeman in the stomach. He groaned in pain and let me go, leaving a bruise on my left arm, then he passed out as I clicked the pen for the ink to come out.
Suddenly I felt a huge rush of heat in my back, hot enough to leave a third degree burn. It spread throughout my body I a shocking moment.
Shocking...I was tazed. And I haven't eaten at all for two days. And I was stung by bees.
Then I dropped to the ground like a rag doll.
"_____!" I heard my new friends call me. Then there were two fingers on the side of my neck and a sigh.
I wish I can say something.
"Strong heartbeat." There were two other sighs.
"Look, do you really want to adopt her?" The lady asked. I still can't move. I felt big beef hands lift me up and I was put on a back. The head had white hair...but it was hard to tell since it was dark out already.
"Sí. And she's been underfed and stung by bees. And ju know what? No one noticed that or said anything back there, so what makes you think they'll notice wherever you're taking her?" Antonio snapped.
"She is a disturbed and violent child, she needs help!" The lady's voice rose. I sink into Gilbert's back as he wrapped my arms secure around his neck.
"Nien, she only gets violent vhen she needs to! A little girl bullied her, just while she was getting adopted! The orphanage doesn't care about allergies, anythizing! VE vill help her the most." Gilbert defends me.
"Well I cannot just let her live with three men!" The woman barked.
"Zhe girl was TAZED. I zhink she wants zis best." Francis barked right back.
I feel so much pain...but I feel wonderful and warm on the inside, too.
Someone loves me. Finally someone cares! And understands, too! I wish I could move so I could hug those three.
"Well? What do you want? _____?" The lady asked, and I know she turned in mine and Gilbert's direction.
I try my hardest to lift my right arm and form a fist, then stick my thumb out, saying "Yes."
"So you don't want to come with me? I promise we'll take care of you." She said in a sickeningly playful voice.
I made a noise and made the fist again, make my knuckles face her and flip her off.
I could hear her gawking.
Toni and Francis snickered and Gilbert cracked up, high fiving my now relaxed hand.
"F-Fine. Ok then, I will the the papers for you all to fill out." The feeling came back to my legs.
"Good job, frauline. I'm prvoud." Gilbert whispered back to me.
"Thanks. T-That was f-fun, to flip her off...I think I can stand now." I smile. He set me down, keeping his hands near my stomach if I fell. I didn't so he stood straight.
"Are you su'e you vant us to adopt you, mon cherri?" Francis asked me.
I smiled, "Excuse my language, but fuck yes." I grinned sleepily. They all laughed, "Only this time. I think Gilbert is already rubbing off on you, mis chica." Toni arched his brow smiling too.
Then I held my arms out wide and made a inward waving motion to them.
I really need a hug.
Without hesitation they filled the giant space between my arms and I closed in the rest of it.
"I love you guys." I yawn. Why am I so tired?
"We love you too, _____."
Thank god. I have a family now.
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