Hetalia x Abused!Teen!Male!Reader 2

The next day, you got up late. Panicking, you quickly left your room, pulling on clothes you’d washed a while ago - though, all you could put on was a jacket and shorts, although it was now spring, and it had begun to get very warm.

You grabbed your wallet quickly, scampering out the door just as your mother began to wake up. You had neglected to check the time - meaning, you most likely won’t see the tall Russian man when you get to the store. You sighed heavily, beginning to run at full speed to get to the market, knowing that if you weren’t quick, your mother wouldn’t be very happy. And, all you wanted was happiness for your mother. If the only happiness she got was from alcohol, so be it.

Once at the store, you waited outside, to gain your breath again. You coughed, and wheezed, trying to gain breath, though little by little, it became more and more difficult. Your chest ached and burned, and you could swear you tasted blood. But, then again, you really didn’t run much, and running for an extended amount of time most likely wasn’t going to be a breeze.

You felt a large hand on your back, and you didn’t reject it, as you slowly regained your breath, as you turned to look at the person. “A-Ahh...thank you, so much,” you hummed, scratching your head.

“Are you alright?” the man asked you, as he stood tall, hand still pressed against your back. His cobalt blue eyes sparkled and gleamed in the light, messy blonde hair rather noticeable as his white tee-shirt clung to his masculine body.

You paused. “...Uh...yeah, I’m fine. Thanks,” you smiled at him. “I’m fine,”

“Are you sure?” he wrapped his arm around you, as if he were afraid you would collapse - seeing that, you were shaking a little, possibly due to being over-heated.

“...Yeah, I’m sure- uh, can you please let go of me?”

“You’re shaking,” he frowned.

“...You can stop being creepy, I’m fine, honest,”

The man then smiled, widely, so his white teeth were showing, and he gave a laugh. “Right, sorry.” he pat your head, and you glared a bit, trying to push his hand away. “I’m Mathias, by the way.” he grinned at you, though you were about to tell him to go away. “What’s your name?”

“...(Male Name)...” you answered, maybe a little cautiously. “Nice to meet you.”

You shifted your weight from foot to foot, before heading inside, followed by Mathias, and you were greeted with the sweet relief of the air conditioner.

“...Hey, (Male Name)?” he asked, looking at you. “Why’re you wearing a jacket?” he asked.

“And what business is it of yours, man?” you looked at him. “It’s just a jacket-”

“It’s Spring. You don’t particularly need a jacket, anymore, because it’s so warm.”

You remained silent. “...Because my friend won’t recognize me if he sees me wearing something else,” you answered. “Last time I was here, I met a very nice man, and I wanted to see him again because he was so nice, but if I didn’t wear the same thing as last time, he won’t remember me.”

“Ah…” Mathias smiled at you. “...That’s a good reason, I suppose. But it’s no reason to overheat yourself.”

“Oh, please. I don’t care about that,” you mumbled, looking through the groceries for whatever you needed. “I just wanted to be able to see Ivan again,”

Mathias paused. “...Did you say...Ivan?”

“Yeah. Why?” you looked at him, and he had paled. “He’s a scary guy. I don’t see why you like him so much, but I suppose it’s your choice,”

You gave him an odd look, but shrugged, as you filled your basket. “He’s nice. That’s why I like him.” you mumbled. He rested a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey...if you need a friend, I’m here,” he smiled at you again. You began to feel uneasy about him, but nodded slowly, “...Thanks.” you did your best to smile, even though you were mildly afraid.

He grinned, “Yay! So we’re friends!” He moved to hug you, but you dodged it.

“Please don’t,” you cleared your throat, “I’m not a touchy feely person,” you moved on to get the alcohol for your mother, only to have Mathias follow you.

“But I am. C’mon, one hug! Please?”

“No.” you waved him off, searching for the alcohol only to come up empty handed.

Mathias began to look as well. “...Hey, (Nickname), why’re you getting beer?” he asked.

You paused, before turning to look at him, “Why do you ask?” you gave him an odd look, the eyes you inherited from your father sparkling and shining in the light, as they normally did, though, you were sure you looked tired. You recently, it seemed like you simply didn’t sleep, though clearly, that wasn’t the case.

“Well, I’m just curious. I have nothing against it, but because you’re younger than I am, I know some people tend to drink too much. Let’s grab a drink sometime, okay?”

“...Won’t I get arrested?” you asked, a little unsure. “I’ll pass, if that’s alright.” you looked around before telling him. “To be honest, it’s not for me. It’s for an older friend of mine.”

“Oh,” Mathias snorted, “...Right. Sorry,” he hummed. “...Heh. Who might this friend be?”

“A person.” you stuck your tongue out at him, as you picked out a package of beer. Walking to the next aisle, to see if there was anything he could do to spend the last few dollars on. Mathias followed, “Do you need help carrying all that stuff? It looks heavy.”

“I can do it,” you insisted, and you paused, eyes brightening as you saw your friend, with one other man. You scurried over, “Ivan!”
He turned to you, and smiled widely. “Hello, (Male name)~!” he greeted as you walked up.

“Ivan, I’m happy to see you!” you became curious about the other man, but didn’t ask, assuming he was another friend.  

The Russian man seemed mildly surprised, but he didn’t let his smile cease. “I’m happy to see you, too,” he hugged you, tightly, making you nearly drop everything from surprise, though you didn’t.

“...M-Mr. Russia, you know this boy?” the man asked, maybe a bit in fear. You could recognize that familiar tone of fear, in which your voice quivered, and your heart shook violently as you tried desperately to remain calm.

“He is my friend, Toris,” Ivan hummed in response, his large hand patting your head gently.

You laughed a bit sheepishly. “...My name is (Male Name),” you introduced yourself, “It’s very nice to meet you, Toris. I would shake your hand, but, ehe…” you awkwardly cleared your throat, but Toris quickly reassured you it was alright, although that same fear was evident in his voice.

Suddenly, arms wrapped around you, pulling you to someone else’s chest. You’d forgotten Mathias was with you, and you froze up.

“...Ivan,”

“Hello, Mathias,” Ivan greeted the Dane, with a slightly sickeningly sweet smile on his face. “What a lovely day, is it not?”

“Yeah,” Mathias tried to smile, though Ivan was a rather scary country.

You sighed, worming out of Mathias’ grip to stand near Toris as the other two spoke. You glanced at Toris, about to strike up conversation, when something deep within told you to go home. You quickly said goodbye, though your voice began to wobble, and you quickly bought the groceries with all your money - though...you weren’t able to keep the alcohol, and you ran home as fast as you could, though you were feeling awfully hot and wanted simply to stop, and lay down for the rest of your life.