Hetalia x Abused Child! Reader (Canada Ending)

(Canada Ending)
"Matty!"
Shock rendering them momentarily speechless, everyone turned to the Canadian in silent amazement.
"Bloody hell, I didn't even know you were here, chap!" Arthur laughed nervously, as the other countries agreed. Matthew, used to constantly going unnoticed, ignored them, approaching the you, still barely able to believe you'd picked him.
"You really pick me?" He breathed softly. When you nodded vigorously, his gentle violet eyes gleamed with delight. "In that case, let's get you home, eh maple?"
In reply, you stretched out your little arms, giggling when Matthew complied, picking you up, and hugging you to his chest. Before he could leave, he was stopped by his brother, Alfred.
A wide grin spread across the American's face, "You'll do great, bro! But she's my niece so I can see her as much as I want!"
Matthew nodded, smiling at the encouragement. "Thanks, Al." He then said his farewells, and left, taking you with him.
For most of the journey you slept, and when you weren't sleeping, you were curiously glancing out of the window, as the city skyscrapers turned to countryside pastures, and countryside pastures became snowy hillsides, and mountains. You'd never seen anything like it before, all your life you'd been trapped in your small, dull, alcohol smelling house.
So, when you drove past a small section of snowy woodland, eagerly and excitedly watching it, you unintentionally let out a happy squeal. Stood between two sturdy oak trees, it's brown pelt blending in with it's surroundings, but still standing out against the snow, was a deer.
"What is it, maple?" You new father, Matthew asked, his eyes not straying from the road.
"Look!" You chirped, pointing at the creature through the window. Matthew swiftly glanced at it, chuckling lightly when he saw it. Slowing down, he parked at the side of the forest, and got out of the car, walking to your door to let you out too.
Carefully, he took your little hand in his much larger one, and the two of you crept towards the deer, putting each foot down with care so that it didn't crunch the snow too loudly. Eventually, you got within a few feet of the graceful animal, before crouching behind a tree, fearing if you tried to get any closer it would flea.
"It's pretty!" You whispered, Matthew nodding in agreement.
Unfortunately, it must have heard you, because it's head shot up from where it was delicately grazing, and it looked in your direction for a split second, before bounding away in a few long leaps, into the thicker part of the forest.
"Never mind, maple, you'll see lots more now that you're going to live in Canada with me." Matthew said, leading you back to the car. Some hours of driving later, he finally pulled up outside of a grand house.
Taking you inside, you were struck with awe. Tentatively, you ventured you new surroundings. The colour scheme seemed to be red and white, hence the walls, and floors all being a white or cream colour, and the furniture was red. Of course, most ornaments added hints of other colors to the mix. As you looked around, you didn't notice a little polar bear appear behind you.
"Who are you?" It asked, startling you in the process. Yelping out in surprise, you backed up a bit.
"Don't be scared, (Name), this is Kumajirou, why not introduce yourself?" Matthew picked up the bear, and brought it closer so you could get a better look.
"H-hello, Kumajirou." You timidly whispered, patting it gently on the head. "I'm (Name)."
The bear nodded, not very interested. Then, it looked upwards at Matthew, "Who are you?"
Sighing, Matthew hung his head a little. "I'm Canada..." Putting the bear down, he glanced your way. "So, maple, are you hungry?"
You shyly nodded, so he gestured for you follow him into the kitchen. He helped you onto a stool, before getting a mixing bowl, whisk, and some powdery stuff that he poured into the bowl. He added water and an egg, then began to stir it.
"What's that?" You asked.
"Pancake mix, maple. But it's not ready yet." Matthew turned the gas on and poured the mix into a pan. Minutes later you presented a plate, stacked with pancakes, and Matthew pured a generous amount of maple syrup on top.
He handed you a fork and you thanked him before taking a first, dainty bite. However after tasting the wonderful food, you became more greedy, practically stuffing your face.
"I'm guessing you like it?" Matthew had an amused glint in his eyes as he watched you.
"Mhm," you grinned, "I do!"
"Good, but, let me wipe your face." He chuckled, taking a napkin and wiping some syrup off of your cheeks. "I was wondering if you'd like to go to the park?"
"The park?"
"Yeah, there's a park just a short walk from here."
"Okay!" You excitedly hopped off of the stool.
"Then let's get going."
When you arrived at the park, the two of you sat on the bench for a while. Some kids were running around, playing a game of tag, squealing with delight. You were watching in awe, desperate to join in.
Matthew noticed this, and gave you an encouraging nudge. "You can go play if you want. I'll be right here."
You practically leaped up off the bench, racing over to the other kids.
(Matthew POV)
I watched as (Name) ran up to the other kids. She tried to talk to them but they were too absorbed in their game to listen to her.
"C-Can I play?" She asked, but they all ignored her as if she was invisible. My heart ached for her, seeing she was being treated like, well...me.
Eventually she gave up, and slumped off on her own, going to sit down on a swing.
I rushed over to her, gently pushing the swing which caught her by surprise. She turned to face me, and I smiled warmly at her. "Would you like to play, maple?"
She happily nodded, so I pushed the swing again, a tiny bit harder this time though. She giggled, holding on tighter.
After that we played on the slide, then the seesaw, and then we chased after each other for a while (of course, I went easy on her seeing as her short legs only allowed her to go so fast). Without realizing it, we'd spent four hours here!
It was getting dark, and (Name) was struggling to keep her eyes open. So, I picked her up bridal style, and she snuggled into my shoulder before falling asleep.
When I got inside, I went into the guestroom, and was about to put her in the bed, but then decided against it. I didn't want her to wake up scared and not know where to find me. Taking her into my room, i put her in bed and tucked her in before crawling in beside her. "Goodnight, (Name), I love you."
~Time skip brought to you by Canada's hot grandmother....~
(Your POV)
Sighing to yourself, you groaned in defeat, unable to shake a feeling of dread that had been building up inside of you since yesterday.
You were now fifth teen, and had been raised happily by Matthew. Although your uncle Alfred came around a lot, as well as uncle Francis and Arthur, you mainly followed Matthew's influence. You became a very quiet girl, as well as a very shy one. Often, people didn't notice you, and you needed to make yourself noticed. But, you had a strong sense of justice when it came to sticking up for others. However, you had problems sticking up for yourself.
Which is the reason you were dreading school. You couldn't go into school today, especially not after the events of yesterday...
Flashback
You were on your way to maths, completely unaware of your pursuer. It wasn't until you heard a snigger behind you that you spun around to see Molly.
Opposite to you, she was a very popular girl at your school, she had lots of friends so it was rather strange to see her alone.
"Give me your maths homework." She demanded, glossy lips forming a sly grin.
You were silent for a second, but then shook your head, "Why?"
She rolled her eyes, "Cause I didn't do mine, and I don't wanna get a detention. Now give it to me!"
"No." You said firmly. Often , you were bullied, but only ever teasing and name calling, and hurtful as it was, you tried to ignore it. And you ever told Matthew about it. After all, he was a country, surely that's stressful enough! Either way, never had someone tried to make you give them something...
Molly's blue eyes darkened, and she glared at you, gritting her teeth and clenching her fists. Marching to you, she took a fistful of your hair, aggressively tugging on it causing you to cry out in pain.
"Have it your way, bitch!" She hissed, ragging your hair upwards so you could face her, although tears blurred your vision. "I'll make you pay tomorrow!" She threatened, releasing you, and stomping away.
End of flashback
You sniffled, shivering as her words echoed in your mind. No, you definitely could not go into school today, you'd fake sick. So, when your alarm clock went off, you turned it off, and remained in bed. Matthew came in to ask why you weren't getting ready and you told him your throat was sore, and you had headache. Luckily for you, Matthew was easily convinced, even offering to stay home with you, but he had an important meeting with the allies that he couldn't really afford to miss. So, you insisted you could take care of yourself and that you;d be fine on your own.
Eventually, he gave in, giving you a light kiss on the head before reluctantly leaving for work.
For most of the day, you read, or drew. It was noon, and you were in the middle of sketching a maple leaf at your desk when your phone vibrated.
Walking to your bed, where you'd left your phone, you saw someone had messaged you on Facebook. It was Molly.
Tears formed in your eyes as you read.
'Cowardly slut! Not comin 2 school cos u were 2 scared? I'll still get u tomorrow bitch.'
Throwing your phone onto the floor angrily, you got into bed, pulling the covers over your head and you began to sob loudly, trying to muffle it with a pillow.
(Matthew POV)
I got out f my car and headed to the front door, Alfred, Francis and Arthur close behind me. After hearing that (Name) was sick, they all wanted to visit her. Personally, I knew she wasn't sick, she is my daughter. But, she doesn't usually spend time off school, and she's been acting odd lately, so I decided to let her have her way. If she has a problem, I want her to talk to me about, and she usually comes to me in her own time.
I opened the door, and all of us made out way up to (Name)'s room. I paused before entering, listening to the loud sobs coming from inside. Francis and I exchanged a worried glance, before I opened the door. The was a lump beneath the bed covers, and instantly I rushed over, throwing the said sheets off to reveal a red eyed, bawling (Name).
"(N-Name)," I stuttered, sitting besides her on the bed, pulling her in for a hug. "What's wrong, maple?" I whispered, but she stayed silent.
"Nothing." She eventually choked out.
Alfred approached, resting a hand on her shoulder. "Dudette, please don't lie. We can all tell something is up." He said, frowning uncharacteristically.
"I-It's nothing." She muttered, her voice croaking in misery.
I was about to speak when Arthur spoke up from where he and Francis had picked something up from the floor.
"Love, who is 'Molly'?"
(Name) froze in my arms at the name. "N-Nobody!" She raised her voice, more tears gliding down her cheeks.
Francis gave her a stern look. "And why is she saying zhese 'orrible things to you?" He gave me a concerned look, taking the [hone from Arthur and passing it to me.
My heart sank as I read the message. I was momentarily stunned with horror.
"Maple, what's this about?" I asked in a surprisingly rough tone. When she didn't reply, I spoke again in an even firmer tone. "Is this 'Molly' bullying you?" I spoke her name with a loathing tone.
After a hesitant few moments, she slowly nodded, bursting into tears once more.
Alfred, Arthur and Francis gave sympathizing looks, not really knowing what to say as I held her closer, hugging her tightly. "Oh, (Name)..." I whispered, wishing she had told me sooner...
(Your POV)
You sat in the heads office, next ot Matthew. He had become an 'angry parent', complaining to the principal about the bullying incident. He'd shown him the message Molly sent.
"Why has this even been allowed?!" Matthew yelled, something extremely rare.
"We don't allow it whatsoever, Mr. Williams. I assure you it will be dealt with."
"Good." Matthew stood abruptly, leaving the office with you trailing behind him. Things were...tense between the two of you, to say the least. It felt to you like he was annoyed with you.
As soon as you got into his car, you both looked at each other as if you could tell what the other was thinking.
You held his stare for what felt like an eternity, before you could no longer hold his gaze.
"I'm sorry..." You mumbled.
Matthew sighed loudly. "It's okay, but why wouldn't you tell me, maple?" He looked hurt, a sad dullness in his violet orbs.
"I didn't want you to worry."
"Maple, I am worried, but you can tell me anything. I don't care how bad it is, or worrying. I want to help. Your my little girl and I love you."
You returned his warm smile. "I love you too, Dad."

~Extended Ending~
"Who are you?" Kumajirou asked you, and you gave an irritated sigh. He did this everyday. S, you decided to mess with him.
"I'm Kumajirou."
"I'm Kumajirou."
"I am."
"I am."
"Who are you?"
"I'm Kumajirou. Who are you?"
"I'm Canada, who are you?"
"I'm Kumajirou."
"I'm Kumajirou."
"I'm Kumajirou."
"I'm Kumajirou."
"I'm Kumajirou."
"I'm Kumajirou."
"I'm Kumajirou."
"I'm Kumajirou."
"I'm Kumajirou."
"I'm (Name)."
"No I'm (Name)!" Kumajirou stopped, realizing what he had just said. He stayed silent, glaring at your triumphant grin. Hanging his head in defeat, he sneaked away. forgetful as he was, he never forgot that day, and he never asked who you were ever again.