"Damn it (y/n), you grabbed the wrong beer!" your 'dad' yelled at you, a bottle thrown at your head.

"I-I'm sorry! I though it w-was right!" you choked out, scared of what he would do to you. He gripped your delicate arm, attempting to hit you in his drunken state. As a 5 year old, you dodged as a reflex, only making him angrier. He grabbed your head, hitting you this time. You were sent to the ground, you knew that there was going to be a chore for something your "father" did.

"Clean that fucking mess!" he yelled, stumbling to the couch. Instead of cleaning the mess like usual, you notice the door was unlocked. You quickly run too the door, opening it and making your escape. He noticed this.

"Get back here or I'll use the chains!" he slurred, but even if you went back, he'd use them regardless.

You sprinted into a field, seeing 6 men. They noticed you as you ran up too a man with purple eyes, long blonde hair with a curl in it. You cried into his pant leg. "Don't let him take me back!" you sobbed. The man with green eyes and bushy eyebrows drew out a sword, standing in front of you, pointing it at your so-called-dad. The man with black hair in a ponytail stood beside the man with the sword, a pan like thing at the ready. The tall man with white hair stood to the other side of the man with the pan thing, he was admitting some sort of purple thing.

'An aura?' you thought, your eyes blurry from tears. The three men in front of you looked at your dad. He stopped dead in his tracks. "(Y/n) get here now!" He slurred loudly.

"You're in no condition to take care of a child!" the man with bushy eyebrows yelled in a weird accent you've never heard.

"Kolkolkolkolkol," the man with white hair... laughed? You couldn't quite tell. Your dad backed off.

"I'll be back, (y/n)," he slurred harshly, stomping away in the snow.

"Are you alright little maple?" the man with soft violet eyes asked. You shook your head.

"Pauvre bébé... (Poor baby...)" a man with bright blue eyes and long, wavy blonde hair said.

"Francy-pants I don't think she speaks French," a guy with brighter blue eyes, and dirty blonde hair with a piece of it sticking up remarked.

"Never mind that," the man with the pan yelled at the other men, "I am Yao," he smiled at you. You sniffed.

"I-I'm Matthew... You can call Mattie," the man with violet eyes whispered.

"I'm Ivan, da," the man with white hair and scarf said and smiled innocently at you.

"I'm Arthur," the man with bushy eyebrows and green eyes politely introduced himself.

"I'm Francis~," the man in flashy clothes laughed.

"I'm Alfred, the hero!" the man with bright blue eyes exclaimed. You hid behind Mattie when Alfred yelled.

"Alfred you scared her," Arthur growled at him.

"Maple, what's your name?" Matthew questioned you.

"(Y/n) (L/n)..." you mumble.

"Cute!" Yao exclaimed. You smiled a bit. Suddenly Ivan picked you up, smiling. You giggled and hugged his neck.

"Thank you guys for saving me," you stated, laying your head on Ivan's shoulder.

"That's what heroes do!" Alfred yelled.

"Wanker. You didn't even help!" Arthur growled at Alfred.

"Is wanker a cuss? I've never heard it," you mumbled.

"Engla-" Yao almost yelled out Arthur's country name, quickly covering his mouth. You had 'confused' scrolled out across your face. Ivan kept a hold of you and grinned a little, "I think she should know, da."

"Onhonhon~ Russia is right~" Francis remarked.

"Yeah!" Alfred yelled.

"I think so too," Matthew mumbled.

"Well... If she must..." Arthur sighed.

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Mwa-ha-hah cliffhanger! >:3
Anyways here are terms you will need to know.

(Y/n) Your name.
(L/n) your last name.
(E/c) Eye colour.
(H/c) Hair colour.
(F/c) Favorite colour.
(F/f) Favorite food.
(F/g) Favorite game.
(B/d) Birth date.
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Hetalia IS not mine. Nor are the characters. If you don't like Hetalia then don't read this. Simple as that.

See ya in the next one~ -Hayden 🇷🇺🇬🇧🇺🇸🇨🇳🇫🇷*Canada flag*