Arthur Kirkland is an orphan left on the doorstep of an orphanage on the day of his birth. He grows up to bee unloved, mistreated and decides to escape the orphanage on his 9th birthday. He walk the streets alone, empty handed until he meets Francis who had the easy life and luckily decided to take him in- inspired by oliver twist and private peaceful.
dislaimer- I DONT OWN HETALIA OR CHARACTERS. THE ONLY THING I OWN IS THE STORY PLOT AND FUTURE SUPPORTING CHARACTERS...IF THERE IS ANY.
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WARNING WARNING EXTREME PEDOISHY THINGIES AHEAD ( dear god forgive mehh)
1930-London
"Wake up, orphans!" Sir Avery bellowed shaking the shivering orphans awake. Arthur hated mornings. Hearing the man's disturbing voice force them awake annoyed him to no end. How he wished he could sleep in and not have to wake up at six in the morning just to live a long, miserable day. Arthur stunk and he knew he stunk just like all the other orphans in the building. He slid off his bed and warmed his feet inside his worn out slippers. His body dragged itself along to the fogged window pane. The winter winds filled the whole city in pretty little white rain which fell perfectly onto the paved ground. And though the weather was quite extreme, the city was still busy as usual. Outside, he saw men and women linking arms walking in the wintery cold, people in those fancy suits making their own way to their work and the careless children playing with the snow, throwing it at each other on their way to school. Arthur let out a shivering sigh. He would give so much just to go to school to learn something new. He wanted to be smart and educated and successful like those men in those expensive clothing he saw a while ago. He wanted to socialise with other children and learn how to read and write. Looking through the thick glass was the only way he would ever get closer to the outside world.
"Oi, Kirkland! Down! Now!" Sir Avery shouted. Arthur snapped out of his world and proceeded downstairs for breakfast. His knobbly knees struggled to keep his figure upright. Monday mornings certainly wasn't his favourite time of the week.
The dining area was forever crowded and yet very little was served. The food wasn't much to anyone's liking. Everyday, it was the same piece of hell. A giant glob would be displayed in front of them and expected to be eaten. But of course, the orphans had no choice. If they didn't eat every single bite, trouble would most definitely ensue.
Arthur was equipped with a small bowl and one scoop of porridge was given to everyone. He looked around him and watched the other kids hungrily stuff their spoons into their mouth hardly ever chewing before swallowing. And unluckily, he was the last person to get the final serving. Arthur watched as the ladle scraped every single drop of porridge and frowned when it was served to him. It only filled up half his bowl.
"I-Is there any m-more Madam Clark?" Arthur stuttered hoping he wouldn't be beaten or whipped with a belt. Madam Clark turned, her crooked teeth exposed as she sneered at Arthur.
"What did you say?"
"Can I have some more, please Madam Clark?"
Madam Clark chuckled. "Who d'ye think ye are, boy? The queen? Prime- minister? And what have you done to deserve more?"
Arthur remained silent. He knew if he talks back, there'll be even more trouble.
"Look around you, boy. This is an orphanage. Your parents can't even give a shit to take care of you. So why should we? You were left here for a reason. They don't love you. And thank god Lady Lawrence, may she rest in peace, actually brought you in that night or else you wouldn't be breathing at this moment"
Arthur knew she was wrong. His mother probably did love him...right?
"...but please, I'm really hungry..."
"Well tough! What do you expect of me? We are already poor as it is and you expect me to provide enough for 80?"
Suddenly, Sir Avery storms in. His blonde, tangled hair sticking up in all places possible. His face is naturally unpleasant to look at and it always wore that same angry frown. The only thing that was the utmost pleasant was his piercing blue eyes. And that was the only feature the women would ever compliment.
"What is all this noise!?"
Madam Clark glared at Arthur. She pointed one fat finger towards the small boy's face.
"Sir, this young boy asked me for 'more'"
Sir Avery glanced upon Arthur and walked towards the small boy eyeing him. He halted as soon as Arthur had to look up to be face to face.
"Well, well. It's daydreamer Arthur," Sir Avery hastily grabbed the boy's bony arm and dragged him out of the dining hall and into his room.
"Listen kid, if you're not thankful for what we have given you to eat then don't eat at all!" Sir Avery growled. Arthur couldn't fight back to the larger man. His bones easily gave way to the larger strength. The robust man threw Arthur onto his king sized bed and pinned him down. He took off his belt and stripped the boy's back bare. Arthur shivered in the cold until the belt struck his bony back. Arthur gasped at the sudden blow and curled his figure to shield his other body parts. The little boy whimpered as he heard the cracking of the belt against his own skin.
(IF YOU NO COMFORTABLE WIV PEDOS THEN DONT READ THIS NEXT PART(even the writer is uncomfortable with pedoa..) I'LL SUM IT UP IN A FEW WORDS FOR YAH: ARTHUR GETS FORCED TO DO WHAT US ADULTS DO at night...its kinda sad cuz i feel SooSOOOO terrible writing this...but then again...how would arthur get mentally scarred for life and head trauma if something like this didnt happen to him?)
"You must like this if you're not fighting back" Sir Avery laughed and threw another crack at the boy's irritated skin. This time, it left a gash that would last forever. Arthur cried at every hit Sir Avery gave him hoping that god is merciful enough to forgive him. 'God if you can hear me?' Arthur prayed ' I'm sorry for what I've done. Please make it stop!'
With every hit, every small suppressed cry, the whips became stronger and stronger leaving ugly straight marks all over the boy's back. Arthur felt his skin heat up and redden as the belt was flicked away and replaced by hands.
"AH!" Arthur screamed. Tears glistened from his emerald eyes as he was forced on his back, legs spread. His small lips trembled as the larger one's shadow cast over him. Sir Avery towered little Arthur and clenched his fists onto Arthur's shirt making sure he can't escape. Arthur's exhausted body lay limp underneath the bigger man, small sniffles were heard between the little space between the two bodies.
"S-Sir...what do you want from me?" Arthur said between tears.
"All I want is absolute obedience from you. You think you can do that?" Sir Avery spat. Arthur nodded and faced the larger man.
"Take your trousers and your briefs off" Sir Avery grinned. Arthur lay there confused. Wasn't that place meant to be private?
"B-But Lady Lawrence said that place was only meant to be seen by myself-"
"I don't care what Lady Lawrence said to you! She's gone! You're mine now"
Sir Avery forced his filthy hands down Arthur's pants and began teasing the innocent member. Arthur screamed at the touch. This felt so strange and terrible for a five year old. Arthur's tears were rivers and streams from his eyes, never seeming to stop. He thrashed his arms about, violated by the man's hands. But Sir Avery just smiled and greedily feasted onto Arthur's flesh. He sucked on the soft tip and made it down to its base. Arthur couldn't help but try screaming for help until Sir Avery's large hand cupped his mouth. Arthur's brain couldn't decode what Sir Avery was doing to him. All he knows is that he is touching his premature penis and moving it in an up and down motion. For Arthur, it felt...weird. The strange sensation of friction between Sir Avery's hands and his genitals brought the poor child into tears.
"Yeah. Cry you little bitch!"Sir Avery smacked Arthur's small thighs. Arthur cowered in fear and mewled as the strokes quickened.
"Sir..why are you doing this to me?" Arthur cried finding it hard to talk with tears streaming down his eyes and mucous lodged in his nose.
"Shut up!" Sir Avery hissed "You're nothing. You're just an orphan. No one fucking loves you. No one."
After minutes of displeasure, Sir Avery finally released him, his back aching and vision hazed. Tears were still visible in his red puffed eyes and his hair stuck onto his sweat covered face. Everything Sir Avery did and said was wrong in Arthur's mind except one little fact: No one loves him. And that was the only thing the old man had right. There was no point denying it. Arthur knew frankly well the reason his parents left him on the orphange doorstep and why no one wanted to adopt him. He wasn't wanted.
His figure struggled to get up on his bunk bed. Every movement ached and raged his whole body. And when he had finally reached the top, His body collapsed onto a quivering, curled up heap. Arthur couldn't comprehend what had happened in Sir Avery's bedroom but it truly hurt so bad. Arthur clutched onto his dirty bed sheets and prayed to god that his sleep wouldn't be filled with scary monsters, demons or Sir Avery. He wanted a dream with angels and heaven and his parents! But of course, God refused to listen and cursed his sleep without the innocence of a child and instead replaced it with Sir Avery, abusing him all night.
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1934-London
Arthur scrubbed the floors so hard his hands turned red. He looked out of the nearby window, it was raining on his ninth birthday. He promised to himself he would at least have one special memory for this year's birthday but no matter how vast his endless imagination is, it can never be realistic enough. It was the same miserable day as any other.
"Arthur! I want you to go outside and sweep the mud off our pavement" Sir Avery ordered. Arthur groggily upped and followed the instruction. The rain grew heavier and heavier it drenched the little boy straight away. It was nice to see the city this way, being cleansed from all the dirt and grime. He carelessly sweeped the front steps of the orphanage whilst watching the still busy streets. The men outside the orphanage dressed ever so finely with their wooden canes, fancy suits and tophats while the women were graceful and colourful. Arthur could only dream to end up like them.
"See that boy sweeping over there? I heard that he's the owner's bitch"
"Really? But he's just a child"
"I know! Would you believe these ridiculous rumours? Sir Avery is quite a fine man"
Arthur heard a couple of young adults talking about him and Sir Avery. He shuddered at the name. Four years of absolute abuse and another year for more. Arthur doesn't deserve this. He let the rain blend with his tears, letting them mix and fall onto the growing muddy mess. Why couldn't he be blessed with a loving family instead of the pain he has to go through. He had already lost his parents let alone be used for four years. What more could God ignore?
"Arthur, dear, meet me in my room in a few minutes, 'kay" and there was Sir Avery's crooked smile. He knew what's next.
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Later on that night...
"MMM...Arthur is so good. Good boy Arthur" Sir Avery cooed when Arthur appeared outside his door. Sir Avery pulled down Arthur's shirt.
'Not this time'
Sir Avery caressed his baby soft skin.
'Not this time'
He pressed his chapped lips onto the boy's neck.
'Not this time'
He pulled down Arthur's pants until a petite hand struck him across the face. Sir Avery stared stunned at the action his dear Arthur took.
"You little shit! What was that? Defiance? I'll teach you a lesson!" Sir Avery was about to pin the boy down until Arthur backed away and screamed "No more!"
Arthur ran his fragile legs as fast as he could do the doors of the orphanage. He desperately opened the locks and rushed out to the freezing cold where the rain built up and where the monsters walk at night. He didn't care what happens to him anymore, just as long as he's out of that horrible place.
He did it. He is finally free.
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