Okay, you, reader, you should know TWO things:
1. If you are here it means that you displayed the restriction and that you are absolutly conscious of what you are doing.
2. This is really (I mean REALLY) psychologically and even physically hard to read, if you are touched by orphanage and what could happened there during the XIX century, again, don't read for your own good.
After those simple words, I can wish you a good time into this dark world that I created. It's a UA, so don't be surprised if the countries are only humans and if the story doesn't have anything to do with Hetalia!
Don't forget to comment!
AND I WARNED YOU!
The sun was setting on the dark London. Some fog was covering the streets, like gray velvet. But, it's on the north, at 50 miles away from the big city that we will find what we are looking for, on a big wood house, surounded by black trees. On a small, dirty room, you are stending, playing with your only friend: a small doll.
"One, two, three, four, knock on the door..."
Your voice was sad, and we could feel your tireness into it. It was your five years birthday, but no body thought about it... no body never thought about you anyway... Sadunly, you saw a pair of black shoes in front of you. You looked up to meet the directors eyes, his disgusting smile on his face.
"(your name)", he started,"What are you doing here?"
"I-I'm playing with Ciel... (the doll)", you answered shyly.
"You know that's not what you should do?"
"Yes."
"What should you do, then?"
"I... I should clean the hall's floor...", you started crying.
You felt a burning pain on your white cheek. You fall down, crying out:
"N-not again mister... please..."
You heard that noise... this awfull noise of a bell getting undone... You closed your eyes, it was the rules, you should get punished. One, two, three, your screams were filling the room. Tears were not streaming down your face anymore... it happened to much time now... You were in this orphanage for maybe one year now... one year in hell. Praying for a better day... When he finished beating you, you felt the hurt all over your small body. You stayed on the floor for five minutes before walking to the hall where a broom and a bucket of water was waiting for you. And you started working, hurting your babies hands and suffuring because of the scars. Your (h/c) were short, like for a boy, some of the teachers had cut them because you didn't want to go and play with the others. Of course you didn't want... they were mean to you, they were laughing at you and at your funny accent and the way you were loving this panda plushie... You smirked at it's memorie, its name was "Panda", not orginal, but you loved it so much, you mother had giving it to you befor dieing with a red rosary that you always kept around your neck. Unfortunally, one night, when you came back into your small jail, you have discovered Panda, laying on the floor, complitly torn up.
"Good girl.", the voice of Mrs Swann bring you back on earth.
You din't looked up at her, continuing your work and thinking you had to help the cook later. But why was she here?
"What's his name?", the director's voice asked.
"Yao Wang." answered a male voice.
"Chinese?"
"Yes. His parents died two days ago"
You walk closer, always cleaning the floor, but you didn't saw the stranger's face. So, you let it be.
Time went by. It was when you were reccuring the floor and you heard a soft, cute voice:
"Ni Hao... "
Your eyes met chocolate ones and smile for the first time sins you were here. A small asian boy was stending in front of you, his hair were short and his eyes full of the sadness let by the lady Death, like you were calling it.
"Good evening... who are you"?, you asked continuing working.
The poor little one didn't knew what to answer. You looked surprised.
"You don't know how to talk english?"
He simply moved his head "no". He was cute! You stud up and took his little hand, making him blush.
"Your name his Yao?", you asked softy.
He noods, hearing his name.
"My name is (your name), do you want to be my friend?"
He looked interested, and curisous at the same time:
"Friend-aru...?"
Hmmm... how make him understand? Sadunly, you had an idea. You took his hand, and put it on your heart as you put your own on his. He smiled softy nodding. He looked at the water all over the floor.
"Help... you-aru?"
He had a really pronounced accent. You held him close to you before making him understand that he should go to his room if he didn't want to have any problems...
"I hope he will not have to live what I lived...", you thought.
What you didn't knew at the time was that you just met the boy that, later, would save your life...
Time went by, years passed. You were always working at day, and at night you were helping Yao learning english, he was talking quite good, even if he was doing grammar mistakes, what was actually extremly cute!
"What do you like?"
"I... Like walk on the forest-aru"
"Walking."
"S-sorry."
"You should not be!", you smiled.
He smiled back. You just turned ten and, the fact was that Yao had become your best friend during those years and, even if he was the only one you were talking with, you didn't told him some little things. Until the day he found your diary (some sheets of paper linked by a ribon). He didn't want to read it at the first place but, when he saw a drawing of a little girl crying because she was getting...
He was shocked, why would you draw something like that? So, he stated to read:
18 of november:
Dear diary,
I'm shaking, my legs are hurting. I never thought something like that would happened... never. This is worst then everything he done to me. I know I'm nothing, just a slave for them but... I have my dignity... Or, i had... I lost it because of this bastard... this monster... I went to his office, he asked me to turn and face the wall. So I did, willing not get beaten again. Now, I can say that hundred of shock is nothing compared to this. I felt the cold on my legs... the pain inside me... the warmth of my blood running down my tights. I was screaming him to stop, but he didn't, he went faster and faster. He was making strange noises, an awfull melody... When I felt a disgusting warm liquid getting into me and my hands were free again, I just fall down, saliva dripping down my chin.
He couldn't send this anymore, he threw this on the other side of the room. He didn't understud all of it but enough to see what you were hidding him sins one month. He was one year older then you, he was seeing you like his little sister. So he waited for you to come to your room, those awfull pictures in his mind. At midnight, you arrived:
"Yao?", you ask surprised, "what are you doing here? It's late! You are going to have problems!"
He didn't answered, his gaze not leaving you a second.
"I know-aru."
"What?"
"What happen one month ago!"
You froze and saw your diary on the other side of the small room.
"W-why you don't told me-aru?"
His voice was full of pain, like if he was the one who lived this. You sat down close to him. You met his eyes and just burst into tears. He hold you close to him.
"I-it was horrible..."
He strock your back gently, singing a chinese lullaby.
"Yao..."
"Yes, (your name) ..."
"Promise me you will never leave me..."
he hold you tighter.
"I promise, sunrise..."