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Canada X (Neko)Reader- Im there for you...

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Readers P.O.V
 You scavenged around the murky back alleyways in hopes of finding some scraps left in abandoned dumpsters, you were so tired and hungry being left with no hope and a empty stomach.
“They always giving stares of disapproval and revulsion... all because I’m not “normal”
I don’t fit in, I don’t belong and they know it, tear me up for it and leave me for dead” you said as you hid your bruised face. Yours ears pined down with shame and self-loath as tears rolled down your face.
people walk by sneering at you with look's of disgust “you worthless, ugly half breed” someone says as another kicking you aside. You were use to it all but it still hurt like salt to an open wound, not because they kicked you but because of their spiteful words and discrimination. Giving up your search for food you sat curled up in a corner wishing for death to be merciful and just take you away but apparently death didn’t want you either. Making yourself comfortable enough, you curled up in a ball and drifted to sleep.

Canada's P.O.V
Matthew walked by hearing the malicious words directed towards … “a girl?” he said surprised looking closer to the curled body, his eyes widened at the sight, moving the hair laid strewn across your (s/c) beaten face. His heart broke at the sight “how could anyone treat another being this way” he said under his breath. Matthew noticed the flattened out (h/c) ears and tail that was wrapped protectively around your waist. Looking around, he saw people were starting to crowed around the two of you. Knowing what they would do to you he quickly pull his coat over you and picked you up walking with haste to his house where you'd be safe.

Readers P.O.V
you sigh contently turning over all nice and warm, covered in... a blanket? Your eyes snapped open, frightened and scared you jolt up taking in your surroundings. You sat in a simple light colored living room that held some dark leather matching love seat and recliner that sat opposite towards each other on each side of a dark leather couch. A simple pine coffee table stood in the middle of it all with a TV that was mounted to the wall along with a few pictures .
Your nose wrinkled at the stinging and nauseating smell of  rubbing alcohol. Curious as to why it was coming from you, you  looked down at your hands that had been bandaged and wrapped with care. A small gasp slipped from your mouth, shocked that someone would do that. Who and why would someone want to help you let alone be near you! a dirty half beast.
A man with light dirty blond hair looked at you through rectangular glasses. The odd  loopy strand of hair hanging freely in front of his face bounced as he had walked in the room setting a plate full of (fave food) down in front of you along with a cup of (fave. Drink). Your eyes were squeezed shut as you shook with fear expecting the worst, you couldn't even try to look at him in the eye, afraid of what he might do, but all he did was look at you with reassurance and kindness like it was... normal.
"don't be scared, I only want to help...are you feeling any better now?” he said ever so quietly.
slowly opening your eyes you looked at the man before you. He wore a red sweater with a  simple maple leaf on the front with dark colored blue jeans His light violet eyes looked at you with worry.
 Canada's P.O.V
her (e/c) eyes looked skeptically at me as though she was debating on whether or not to trust me, I couldn't blame her if she did if I was in her position I probably would have too.
She shook her head yes inching closer to the food like it had lured her in. I reassured her it was noting harmful, eating a small piece to prove it.
She dug in leaving almost no room for air as she ate. How long had she gone with out food or a warm shelter, snapping from the thought I remembered “oh, um..my name is Matthew Williams” he said with a small smile, gaining the girls attention.

Reader's P.O.V
You look up from the plate of food as Matthew introduced himself.  my name is (y-y/n) (l/n) You replied shyly as his smile grew. Matthew showed you to the bathroom so you could have a warm bath. He set some towels out along with a pair of his old pajamas for you to wear seeing as your cloth's were wrecked . You took a deep breath and stepped in to the tub; nothing happened. You started to relax and washed yourself being thankful for the first time.
Out of the corner of your eye you saw something white and fluffy waddle its way over to you It climbed up onto the side of the tub and said “who are you?” you freak out and screamed not expecting the polar bear.

Canada's P.O.V
Matthew ran in to see what happened “(y/n)! are you alright!?!” he looked over to see you pinning yourself in the far corner of the tub wide eyed. Looking to his right he found the source of what caused you to freak. It was his pet polar bear  Kumajirou..Kumajia...Kumaro well kuma-something...
and by the looks of it (y/n) had never seen a polar bear before. Gently picking the polar bear up the bear looked up at and said once again “who are you?” I sigh “I’m Matthew” and placed the polar bear out side. I hear a muffled giggle and turn to see (y/n) trying hard not to laugh, amused by my reminder to the bear of who his owner is. I feel the heat rise to my cheeks remembering where I was “s-sorry” I said closing the door quickly behind me.

Later that evening I cooked (y/n) some pancakes “I really hope she likes them” I thought as I prepped the plates looking for the maple syrup. Finally after cleaning and setting the table I call (y/n) down for dinner. She slowly made her way down the stairs. I couldn't help but think that she looked so cute in the pajamas I had set aside for her earlier.

As we ate I asked about her past  but she would look away shaking like she was reliving it, I felt bad that she went through things a human should never go through, but that's the thing people didn't consider her to be human just an feral half-animal. i wanted her to know that not all humans are bad. “i-im sorry, you don't have to talk about it” I said trying to calm her down “maybe its best that we head for bed, eh?”. She looked up and nodded so I showed her to my guest bedroom that my brother Alfred would use when he came over, that is if her remembered me.. “just call me if you need anything ok?” I said smiling as I closed the door. I just hope I can help her I though as sighed.

To be continued........
Ohmyglob  ppl, its my halfhearted writing that i consider to be, well crapola anyways.........

like always, i hope you enjoy Kermityay  

*insert stuff about how i dont own hetalia or u but you own :iconsexycanada2plz:<---- dat hot stuff right there x_X*
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