Hetalia X Abused Child! Reader (England Ending)

ENGLAND ENDING
"Arthur." You said, and he seemed surprised, his eyebrows raised. Finally, it sunk in, and he smiled delightedly.
"Alright, love. Would you like to go to your new home now, then?"
You nodded eagerly.
"Does this make me an Uncle?" Alfred beamed.
"I suppose so..." Arthur answered, causing Francis, and Alfred to tell you to call them 'uncle', which you did.
"You will make a good father, Angleterre." Francis praised, resting a shoulder on his frenemy Arthur's shoulder.
"Thanks," Arthur smiled, happily taking your tiny hand in his large one as the two of you walked out.
He strapped you in the back of his car, checking twice that it was properly fastened, before getting in the front and driving. He kept giving concerned glances to you through the drivers mirror.
"(name), love, you know if you have any questions I'll answer them, right?" Arthur informed you, wanting to make you feel comfortable as possible.
"Can I call you Dad?" You asked, shifting nervously in your seat, anxious of the reply.
"I'd be honored, love." Arthur said, noticing a service station sign. "Are you hungry or thirsty?"
"Mhmm."

The two of you sat across from each other at a small steel table in a cafe. Arthur had a cup of tea, and you a mug of hot chocolate.
"Thank you." You whispered timidly.
"Your welcome." Arthur said, bringing his cup to his mouth to take a sip of tea as you stared at him.
"Daddy, are you going to be like my other dad, and...hurt me?" You felt a lump forming in your throat but pushed the words out anyway.
Arthur was taken aback, his eyes flashing with sadness and sympathy. He reached out and took your hand from across the table. "I will never hurt you...ever. I don't care if you do the worst thing in the world, I will always love you. I'll always protect you." He gave your hand an encouraging squeeze, before coming around the table and hugging you tight, stroking your (h/c) hair. "There's no need to be scared anymore. As long as I'm here, nobody will ever hurt you."
You wrapped your small arms around him, breathing in his scent. Tea.
"I love you..." You nuzzled your head into his shoulder.
"I love you too, (name)."
Arthur's car slowly came to a halt in the front drive of his house. Climbing out, he opened the door next to you, only to be greeted by your sleeping face.
"Aw," He murmured at your cuteness, while picking you up bridal style. You stirred in your sleep, and groggily opened your tired eyes.
"Welcome to your new home, love." Arthur said soothingly, placing you one the ground, and opening the front door after momentarily fumbling with his keys.
You took in the new surroundings. Pale walls, with comfortable, homely furniture. It's was beautiful, especially compared to your old house which was dark, and always smelt of your dads alcohol.
"D-Do you like it?" Arthur asked, and you nodded with delight. "Good, now let's get you settled in."

You'd been at your new home for a few hours now. Arthur hadn't left you unattended once, (besides bathroom brakes) and while he did his important paperwork, he let you sit at his desk beside him, while you drew.
You decided to draw a minty green colored bunny, with wings. You were rather pleased with how it had turned out.
"Daddy, look!"
proudly, you presented your drawing. Your new Dad smiled, his cheeks going a little pink as he exchanged a glance with the bunny hovering next to his shoulder. (CHILDREN CAN SEE THE MINT BUNNY).
"That's beautiful, (name). Tell you what, why don't you get a quick wash before dinner? You can lend some of America's old clothes for now, and I'll get you some new ones tomorrow."
You nodded, going to the bathroom and running yourself a bath.

(3rd Person POV)
Arthur was cutting potatoes into thick traditional English chips. He wanted to make you a traditional English meal; fish and chips! And he wanted it to be reader for when you were out of the bath.
'Ding Dong'
"Hm?" Arthur left his potatoes, and walked to the front door. Swinging it open, he was surprised to see Francis and Alfred.
"What are you two doing here? I'm in the middle of making (name)'s dinner." Arthur grumbled.
"Dude! That's what we were afraid of!" Alfred exclaimed, striding past and into the Brit's house.
"Wee. Zat iz why we brought some proper food. We're not about to let poor (name) suffer with your British crap, no?" Francis said, snobbishly, making Arthur growl.
"There's nothing wrong with British food you bloody git!" He defended himself, angrily.
"So, where's my little niece?" Alfred shouted from the corridor.
"She's in the bath."
Francis nodded, "So you 'ave already got 'er some new clothes?"
"Well," Arthur rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm getting them tomorrow. For now she's borrowing some of America's old clothes from when he was little."
"Cool!" Alfred said, taking a seat in the dining room.
"Oh, no no no!" Francis tutted, presenting a white, blue and red dress. (The colors of the Union Flag! And the french flag...) "I will go give her this."
(Your POV)
An hour later, the three countries were waiting for you at the table, with a french meal in front of them. You appeared at the doorway, wearing the dress Francis had given you.
"You look lovely!" Arthur commented, patting the seat besides him, gesturing you sit down.
"Magnifique!" Francis cheered, clapping his hands together.
"Yeah, now let's eat!" Alfred said, digging in.
"Fat ass..." Arthur muttered, and you stared at him.
"What's an ass?"
Everyone gasped, but then Alfred fell about laughing. "Nice parenting, dude!"
"Shut up! It's a bad word and I shouldn't have said it, neither should you, although you weren't to blame that time." Arthur said sternly, but not too harshly.
"Sorry..." You whispered.
"It's fine, just don't do it again." Arthur kindly said, before taking his cutlery and cutting up his food.

~TIME SKIP BROUGHT TO YOU BY FLYING MINT BUNNY~
"Alfred will watch you while I'm out, okay?" Arthur told you, waiting by the door with a few friends. They were going out to a pub, because since taking you in, your Dad hadn't been able to go out much. So, Uncle Al had offered to watch you.
"Right, see ya later Dad. Have a good time!" You called as he left. It had been twelve years since Arthur has taken you in, and you were now sixteen. The only thing left of your past life before meeting Arthur was your memories, and one scar across your cheek. All the other marks and bruises were gone.
Arthur had home schooled you all your life with him, and now that you were ready to go to college, he insisted he would continue to educate you himself. But you didn't want that.
"Alright, now how about a game of GTA 5?" Alfred offered excitedly.
"Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something."
Alfred's shining blue eyes became serious. "O-Of course. Is it about England?"
"Kinda," You confessed. "I- I want to go to ma public college, this one in France, like a normal teenager. But I don't know how he would take it. And I know what happened when you wanted independence, even though I'm not a country, I still don't want to fight."
Alfred eyes softened as he puled you in for a hug. "Dudette, when I wanted independence, I felt the same. But the thing is, Arthur never hated me for wanting independence, I leaned. He has a hard time letting go."
You returned the hug as he carried on. "But if this is something you really want, it's something you have to tell him, and if necessary, fight for it." He pulled away, grabbing you by the shoulders, and staring into your (e/c) pools. "You think you can do that?"
"Yeah, thanks, Al." you grinned cheekily. "Now let's kill some defenseless old granny in GTA 5!"

You slowly opened your eyes. It was morning. Last night your Dad had come home, and he was leathered (really drunk). Alfred had left after taking the Brit to bed.
You heard a groan coming from downstairs. Rushing to the source of the noise, you were greeted by Arthur, head in his hands. 'Hangover...' You thought to yourself.
"Good morning." You called over.
"Urgh, morning..." He groaned.
"Did you have a good night?"
"I don't remember half of it!" Arthur grumbled. "Bloody wankers didn't even stop me, I must have emptied my wallet..."
"I can't wait 'til I'm older and we can go drinking. I promise I'll stop you!"
Arthur chuckled at your statement. "Okay, but wait until your eighteen madam!" He sighed. "You've grown up so fast, love."
Smiling, you nodded. "Yeah...about that." You took in a deep breath. You were finally going to tell him about college.
"Yes, love?"
"I wanna go to college. There's this one in France I've been looking at, and I'd have to temporarily move there but it's okay 'cause I'm sixteen now and-"
"No." Arthur cut you off, glaring, a look of hurt and anger in his eyes.
"But-"
"I said no. Do you know just how selfish that is of you? After I took you in, looked after you all these years, you want to up and leave? I won't allow it!" Arthur shouted, and your eyes welled up with tears. The words coming out of his mouth seemed unreal, like a bad dream. But you wouldn't awaken.
Not wanting him to see you cry, you swiftly exited the room.

Retreating to your bedroom, you took your empty suitcase and opened it. You threw in a few random clothes, toiletries, and a book. Then you took out your phone.
"Hey, Uncle Francis? I was hoping i could crash at your place for a little bit." You waited for an answer.
"But of course! Iz something wrong?"
"I'll fill you in. See ya." You told him, and hung up. Grabbing your purse, you closed the suitcase.
Going back downstairs, you left your house key on the table, and went outside, slamming the door behind you. Taking out your phone again as you walked down the street, you called a taxi. "Hello? Can I please get a taxi to the airport?"

"I'm sorry, (name)." Alfred whispered sadly. You were sat around a table at Francis house. Alfred had arrived shortly after you, apparently Francis had called him telling him you seemed upset, and so Alfred had met up with you at Francis' house.
You'd just finished telling them what had happened.
"It's not your fault." You told him.
"So, what do you plan to do now? You could stay with me, but you'd 'ave to sleep in my bed." Francis said flirtatiously, not taking this seriously.
"Tch." You laughed, knowing he was joking about sleeping in his bed. "I'm gonna go get myself an apartment in France, and go to that college." You said confidently. "Weather Arthur likes it or not."
~Suddenly, time skip.~
It had been a year since you'd moved to France. A year since you'd gotten into college. A year since you had made some friends of your own age. A year since you'd seen Arthur.
You tried not to think about him, because you found you got emotional if you did, weather it be misery, anger or regret.
But this one week, it was hard not to think about him. You were currently on a trip with the college, a trip to England. Everything reminded you of some blissful memory with Arthur, and the good memories reminded you of the bad ones.
However, your friend Darcy and Nicole were good at distracting you.
The three of you were taking advantage of the trip, and had gone shopping. You were in a shop called 'Forever 21', when you spotted a (f/c) dress. "That's nice." You thought aloud.
"Yeah, go try it on!" Darcy said, pointing to a changing room. Nodding you stepped in and closed the curtain behind you.
You removed your clothes and put it on. It fit like a glove, and was beautiful. You were about to come out and show your friends when you overheard them talking and paused.
"That dress way so ugly!" Nicole's voice came.
"An ugly dress for an ugly girl." Darcy said.
"She's so annoying, isn't she?"
"I know right?"
You'd had enough. Tears threatened to come to your eyes but you pushed them back as you removed the dress and put on your own clothes, before marching out, ignoring your ex-friends.
You ran out of the shop, not caring that the sky was darkening, and it had begun to rain. For a few hours you walked around aimlessly (at least it felt like hours). You couldn't decipher what we're tears, and what was rain that had fallen onto your face. You were soaked, hair matted together with wetness. You didn't realize it, but your feet led you to Arthur's house.
You froze. Suddenly, a years worth of locked up feeling came out. You wanted him to hug you, to protect you and tell you everything was going to be okay. You wanted to taste his awful scones, and...You wanted your Dad.
Bracing yourself, you waled up to the front door, and knocked. It took a few minutes, but Arthur opened it, gasping when he saw you. He was shocked, you could see in his green orbs as you held his gaze.
You were fully aware of how awful you must have looked. Your mascara leaking, hair dripping wet, puffy red eyes.
"(name)..." Arthur murmured before hugging you tight, as if scared to let go. He stroked your wet hair. You hugged back, bursting into tears.
"I'm so sorry Dad!" You wept on his shoulder, and he pulled away.
"It's alright! Now come inside and get dry before you catch a cold." He said with concern, leading you in.
You both went into the sitting room, and Arthur lit the fire. "I'll be right back!" He said, shortly later returning with a towel. He handed it to you.
"Thanks." You mumbled, using it to dry you hair.
Arthur sat beside you, staring at his lap. "I've missed you so much." He mumbled, tears pricking the corner of his eyes as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. You leaned against his side, and he lazily rested his head on top of yours. You breathed in his scent, tea and scones...
"I've missed you too." You murmured. "I'm sorry for leaving, Dad."
"No, I'm sorry for ever trying to stop you. But you know, I'm proud to have raised someone as independent as you to have stepped out into the world and taken care of yourself." He praised, cuddling you.
"I love you, Daddy."
"I love you too, (name)."

Extended Ending:
You and your father had been cuddling for a while when he lifted his head.
"Hey, (name), I've always wondered why you chose me that day?"
Smirking to yourself, you locked your eyes with his. "You had the funny eye brows."
"R-Really?" He said, sounding disappointed. "Never mind, I'm glad you picked me."
"Me too. Although I wonder what it would be like if I chose Gilbert..."
"ARE YOU TRYING TO OFFEND ME?" His eyes turned white, and you laughed.
"Sorry, I'm just fooling around. But, why ask?"
"Well, just because you could have chose America, or Germany, or China, or Canada, y'know?"
You blinked at him with confusion. "Who's Canada?"