Warning. This chapter has flash backs of your characters past. There is mention of physical abuse. If you don't like or are sensitive about mentions of abuse. Please do not read!!! -AG

Once everyone was done eating and the dishes were done, (Y/n) gathered the Chibi countries into the main meeting room. They all sat down in a circle, looking up at (Y/n).

"Alright everyone.... STORY TIME!!!!" (Y/n) announced happily.

"Yay!" The countries cheered.

"I would like to hear a story about magic Miss (Y/n)!" England said, raising his hand.

"Ohonhonhon~ What about one about romance?" France asked.

"Shut up you bloody wanker!"

"I want to hear one about ballet, da?" Russia said, smiling.

"I WANT ONE ABOUT A HERO MISS (Y/N)!!!"

"What about one about hockey?" Canada asked quietly, hugging Kumajiro.

"Keseseses! The avesome me vants to hear one about knights!"

"I want one with tomatoes!" Spain exclaimed. (Y/n) giggled and put her hands up in defence.

"Alright... Alright. I'll see what I can come up with." She said, making all the countries stop talking.

"Let's see... Once upon a time, there was a man who loved to grow tomatoes. He lived out in the country in a large house. This man was named... Well, let's call him Steve. Steve's backyard was full of tomato plants." Spain grinned and clapped his hands happily. "Steve had an older brother named Bobby. Bobby was a pretty chill dude. The only thing abnormal with Bobby was his unusual superpowers..." (Y/n) began.

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Once the story was done, America, Denmark, England and Italy were bawling their eyes out. Canada was hugging Kumajiro and hiding his face in his fur and Russia was hugging Ukraine. Romano was attempting to keep his tears in and Germany was patted Italy's back.

"Why did Steve sacrifice himself for Bobby? Bobby could have healed himself with his powers!" Denmark and America exclaimed. (Y/n) smiled sadly.

"Well, Steve loved his brother a lot, even if they did fight sometimes. Steve wanted to protect his brother instead of being protected. That's why he sacrificed himself for Bobby." (Y/n) explained. The countries that were crying wiped their tears away, a couple of them yawning. (Y/n) chuckled and scooped the countries into her arms. A large (f/c) couch appeared out of no where and she sat the countries down on the couch. A large, warm (favourite anime) blanket fell on top of the countries and a large tv appeared in front of the couch.

"Alright everyone, what movie are we going to watch?" (Y/n) asked, sitting in the middle of the couch.

"Let's watch Anastasia, da?" Russia said.

"I wanna watch Frozen!" Denmark cheered.

"I wourd rike to watch Muran." Japan stated quietly.

"Cars!!!" Prussia yelled.

"I wanna watch Brave!" Hungary exclaimed.

"What about Pirates of the Caribbean?" Spain asked, looking around.

"Dudes! I have the bestest idea! We should watch Moana!" America exclaimed, putting his little fist in the air.

"I would like to watch Brother Bear." Canada mumbled.

"What about inside out?" Greece asked lazily, one of the cats that follow him around lying on his head. The rest of the countries began shouting out ideas for movies loudly. (Y/n) hummed loudly, catching everyone's attention. She tapped her chin playfully as they all quieted down, looking up at her.

"Hmm... I think we'll watch (your favourite Disney movie)." (Y/n) announced.

"YES!!! I love that movie too!" Hungary cheered, sticking her tongue out at Prussia, who crossed his arms and pouted. Mumbling about how 'unawesome' it was. (Y/n) snapped her fingers a couple times before the tv screen lit up, revealing the tilts screen of (favourite Disney movie), some background music playing quietly. The countries snuggled into the blanket happily as the movie began.

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(Y/n) giggled and turned the movie off, snapping her fingers quietly. The tv disappeared and the lights turned on. She snapped her fingers again and the lights dimmed to a soft glow. On the couch, all of the countries were sleeping. Greece was hanging off an arm of the couch, a cat lying on his stomach. Germany was hugging Italy protectivley, Hungary's head was lying on Prussia's lap (he was sprawled out on the couch), and Spain was lying on Romano, his legs ontop of America's chest. Canada was curled up in the middle of France, America and England, hugging Kumajiro loosly. Russia, Ukrane and Belarus were snuggled up together in the far corner of the couch. Japan had some his managed to fall asleep on the floor while China was sleeping next to him. The Nordics were in the middle of everyone. Denmark was stretched across the four, Norway was holding onto Iceland protectively, Finland was leaning against Sweden, his feet on Denmark's chest. (Y/n) took a couple pictures of the little countries before turning the light off again.

"M-Miss (Y/n)...? Is that-a you?" (Y/n) turned around to see Italy. He was rubbing one of his eyes sleepily, carefully climbing out of Germany's grip.

"Mhm. What's wrong Italy?" (Y/n) asked quietly, crouching down to the chibi country's height.

"You-a never sang to-a us..." He mumbled. (Y/n) smiled softly and picked Italy up, humming a soft tune.

"Alright. But then you need to get to sleep. Alright?" Italy nodded sleepily.

"O-Oi! Don't-a leave me-a here!" Romano whispered angirly, attempting to get out of Spain's grip. (Y/n) giggled and moved Spain so he was leaning on France before picking Romano up as well.

"Would you like to hear a song too?" She asked, walking out of the confrance room. Romano huffed but nodded, hiding his face in (y/n)'s shoulder. (Y/n) smiled before walking into one of the bedrooms. She set the Italians on the bed before sitting down in the middle of them.

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"Everything's gunna be alright,

She whispers to herself.

She was old six years old, the night...

That she hid behind that shelf.

Cause Daddy had a bit too much to drink.

And momma didn't want her to feel the pain, she felt...

But she still felt the pain."

A young girl with long (h/c) and sparkling (e/c) eyes hid under a small, makeshift bed. The sounds of yelling and a glass bottle being smashed came from downstairs. The girl squeezed her eyes shut and put her little hands over her ears, tears forming in her eyes.

"Well ten years, they came and went.

And dad was gone.

So she looked for love in other men,

And tried to act strong.

Oh, broken hearts and scars, in only places she could see."

The girl was now about 14 years old. Her hair had been cut choppily and hung down by her shoulders. Her eyes lost their sparkle and her smile was forced as she walked through a high school. She waved to a couple kids before a group of girls swarmed around her, teasing the girl.

"Cause she just wanted,

She just wanted to feel something.

And as she sat there,

On her bed...

Thinking 'bout what those girls said.

Tears streamed from her eyes, she cried..."

The girl stumbled up the stairs. Her body was covered in her own blood and little glass shards. She ignored the pain and stumbled onto the makeshift bed, her sobs muffled by the dead looking pillow.

"If there's a God out there,

Please here my prayer.

I'm lost and I'm scared,

And I've got no where else

To go.

I've come a long, long way.

But I'm not sure I can make it much farther.

So if you're listening...

Could you give a helping hand,

To your daughter."

The girl carefully cleaned her wounds before wrapping them up. She stumbled down stairs on.y to be met with a fist to the face. A man with dull grey eyes and black hair swung his fist again, hitting the girl's stomach. She coughed up some blood as the man began yelling.

"Well, her path started to change.

She reached out, and grabbed God's grace

And finally, she saw a light..."

The girl walked out into the hallway, her fake smile plastered on her face. Her arms and legs were covered in bandages, but no one seemed to care. The girls whispered behind hands and pointed as she walked towards a one of the classrooms. She closed the door behind her as her eyes lit up happily, music filling the room. A group of kids waved the girl towards them.

"Until the night,

She decided, one drink was alright.

And one thing led to another.

Next thing you know, nine months go by...

She's a mother."

The girl sat in a small cafe, a hot chocolate mug in her hands. Her head hung low, tears threatening to fall. On the table were three letters, all saying that the girl was fired. The girl took a sip of the drink and crumpled the papers up, throwing them out.

"And as she laid there,

In that bed.

Stroking that small angel's head,

Tears streamed from her eyes.

She cried,"

Another girl walked up to the (h/c)ette, a large smile on her face as she handed her a job offer. The girl stared at ths offer with wide eyes, tears streaming down her face.

"If there's a God out there...

Please hear my prayer.

I'm lost and I'm scared,

And I've got no where else, to run.

I've come a long, long way.

But I'm not sure I could be the best mother.

So if you're listening...

Could you give a helping hand,

To your daughter."

A couple months later, the girl bounded into the cafe, a large smile on her face and her eyes sparkling happily. She dropped her bag on the floor and grabbed an apron. She waved to the owner and cook before putting some roller skates on.

"Well that baby grew into a boy,

Who became her pride and joy.

He loved her like, no man could.

And her heart felt peace, because she finally understood...

God's love."

The girl entered an old house and smiled. No one else could been seen, only the occasional broken glass bottle and blood stain. The girl walked towards her small room and collapsed on the makeshift bed, letting out a relaxed sigh.

"So as she laid there, in that bed.

Nintey nine years old,

She grabbed her son's hand and said,

There's something you must know."

(Y/n) smiled down at Italy and Romano, who were almost asleep. She rubbed light circles on the backs of one their hands, closing her eyes.

"There is a God up there,

Who heard my prayers.

I was lost and afraid,

And I had no where else to go.

I had no clue, what to do...

And then he sent me you.

So if you're lost and afraid,

And you feel so alone...

Don't worry child.

There is a father who will love you as his own.

Just like he loved his daughter...

Like he loved his daughter."

As (Y/n) finished up her song, she kissed the Italian's foreheads gently before lying down in between the two. She brought the covers over them before closing her eyes, letting the darkness take her.