Adoptive Mother! Reader x Child! 2p! Italy - Kill?

“Miss, are you absolutely sure you want to take him? He’s not like the others you that you’re currently fostering, you know” the receptionist said quietly as you two walked down the long pale halls of the orphanage, the women looked at you, her golden eyes troubled “he hasn’t even spoken a word to us since his arrival, no matter what we do or how much time we have given him he just sits there in a daze the only way we can get him to eat is if we force it down his throat”.

You unconsciously narrowed your eyes at her words “So does that mean you’re just going to give up on him?” your voice carried a bit of annoyance but was otherwise even as you stared straight ahead.

The women’s eyes grew a bit at your words “oh no that’s not what I was saying at all, what I meant was that we all feel that the boy would be better off in a home, where there’s round the clock care for kids like him”.

You shook your head at her words and in a soft tone said “No one is better off in a home”

The women sighed and fiddled with her hands “Miss there is one more reason that might be trouble with this child, you see one day as were cleaning the rooms we found numerous knives in hidden within his bed and all throughout the room, it was troubling to say the least, we fear that this boy may be a threat to you”.

You just smiled at her worried face “I suppose we’ll have to see than and before you say anything else let me tell you that I’m not giving up on him, I will determine his condition myself and if it is in fact necessary for him to be committed I will do just that but if not than he will stay with me for a while” You said brightly.

The women gave a wary smile and asked why you’re so set on this child and why not any other normal kid, you returned your sights to the hallway “perhaps because I’m a stubborn women”


After walking a few more minutes in silence you two came upon a door that was covered head to toe in drawings of lopsided flowers and stick people with massive heads and large smiles. The women slide her hand around the copper handle and opened the door wide to a room of children, all of which were either playing with their friends and toys or nibbling on a snack. A small smile played at your lips as you stepped inside the brightly lit room, “he’s this way” the women lead the way as we weaved through small tables and strewn about toys.

Eventually you made it to the back of the room and in the middle of the heater and a closet sat a small mound of blankets and coats. The women proceeded to pull the strips of clothes from mass and after about four blankets and three jackets you could see a head full of messy reddish hazel hair peeking out from amidst the clumps of laundry. With a huff the women pulled the last of the covers off of the boy, revealing a rather smallish boy, you still couldn’t see his face for it was hidden in-between his legs and arms.

The women towered over him with her hands on her hips her face donning a frustrated air, “aren’t you going to at least show your face to the very kind person who decided to adopt you?” a few moments passed and there was no reply, nor any indicator that he had even acknowledge her request. You heard the women sigh and glance back at you, as if to say, really? You just shrugged and watched as she called in a couple of her male associates, she sent one to retrieve his luggage and the other to get the boy himself as he was stationary in the remnants of his fallen blanket sanctuary.


The drive to home was a long and quiet one. The boy, whose name you had learned to be Feliciano Vargas, sat or rather slumped against the door in a deep drug induced sleep. You let a deep sigh pass through your lips, the scene that occurred at the orphanage kept replaying in perfect clarity in your brain, you already knew this child was going to be a bit difficult but even you couldn’t have imagined the things that he did to the attendants. The moment they had tried to pick the child up he went into an almost feral state, clawing and biting like a caged animal he fought with a surprising efficiency causing the attendants to call in back up as the boy attacked them.

Just as the child took a rather pointy looking toy soldier in his hands you saw a quick flash of white as a another women dressed in a white nurses outfit jabbed the child with a thin syringe, injecting in him an apparently powerful tranquilizer as he dropped to the floor seconds after word. The women gazed down at the boy with a pity filled expression, and then she turned her icy blue eyes to you, “a child like this is better off with a bullet in its head” her words were devoid of all emotion and left you with a chill in your heart.

You probably should have just left the moment that whole scene broke out, but you couldn’t possibly leave him with that nurses words hanging above you, so you simply just walked over to him and lifted his small limp body into your arms ignoring the bruised bloodied attendants and the shocked glare that the receptionist was giving you.

You cast a slight glance back to them and said “just send the paper work in the mail, if I have any problems I’ll call you” with that you exited the room.

Walking down the halls you marveled at how very thin this boy was, you could feel his bones protruding from his thin black jacket, it felt like carrying a pillow in the shape of a kid, a bony living pillow but light none the less, you were especially amazed of how well he could fight given his emaciated state.

As you were just about to exit the building the social worker ran up behind you gasping, you assumed she was out of shape for the distance wasn’t that great, “w-wait a-a minute please” you gave her a moment to compose herself and as she finally rose from her hunch she continued to talk. “ here take this, it’s a prescription for his tranquilizers, I thought you might need it” she held a medium sized translucent bottle in one hand and in the other she held a plastic bag with a biohazard sign on it, you took the bag and bottle from her with skeptic thanks and then headed to the car.

The car rolled into the gravel drive way with a grinding crunch, you twisted the key from the ignition and paused for a moment, gazing at the sleeping boy with a thoughtful expression, I hope that I haven’t dragged myself into a mess you thought with mild distain. With a light hearted huff you raised yourself from the silvery car and shut the door behind you with a kick. With a flick of the wrist you opened the door directly behind you and pulled the sleeping Feliciano into your arms as well as the few bags they gave you as his belongings.

With Feliciano on your hip and your other arm weighed down by his bags you struggled to get the key into the lock, and after about two or three minutes of doing this, you gave up and began to kick the white washed door with the tips of your brand new heels, too tired to care if they got scuffed up. In seconds the door whooshed open to reveal a little blonde headed boy.

The boy grinned widely his emerald eyes shining with happiness “Everybody mumsy’s home”

He shouted behind him, you smirked at the boy’s enthusiasm “Arthur would you please take these bags, I think I might tip over” you said rather hurriedly already feeling gravity betraying you. Arthur nodded swiftly and took the bags from your arms, and as he was doing so caught glimpse of Feliciano in your arms.

“Mummy is that the boy who’s going to be staying with us?” Arthur said giddily “what’s his name?” you reached your newly freed hand over to him and ruffled his scruffy hair.

“let’s wait until we can introduce him to everybody okay”.


After you put away all of Feliciano’s things away, you carried him into the living room where a small crowd of kids sat, anxious over the new arrival, as well as our live in nanny and your close friend Millie Williams who stood next to the door’s fixing her ponytails, you walked to the middle of the room and plopped yourself on the ground with Feliciano in your arms.

The oldest child, Francis, looked at Feliciano with a curious gleam in his sky blue eyes, “Hey mama why’s his skin so dark and why is he sleeping?”  He asked prodding at the Feliciano’s cheek with his pale finger.

“that’s just how he is and I suppose he was tired from the long ride home” you said smiling at the eleven year olds curiosity.

The next to speak was Gilbert an albino and our second oldest though he most certainly didn’t act like it, “I think he’s cool looking, like someone left him in the sun too long!” Gilbert proclaimed with his usual smirk donning his face, you heard Arthur emit a tiny snort.

“What’s his name?” looking to your right you saw Ludwig sitting next Gilbert patiently waiting for your reply.

“I was wondering when someone was going to ask, his name is Feliciano, Feliciano Vargas” you said watching the children swarm Feliciano.

“what kind of name is that?” Francis asked his soft features scrunching with distaste. Just as you were about to chastise him you heard Ludwig speak again.

“It’s Italian, Francis it’s not very polite to insult someone’s name” Ludwig’s voice was stern and disapproving causing Francis to blush and go quite, it truly was a marvel how this child was a better lecturer than you, you thought.

You rose from your place on the ground and said “well I suppose we should let Feli get some sleep huh? We’ll introduce ourselves properly tomorrow” you heard the all kids let out an aww except for Ludwig who only nodded and returned to a half open book sitting precariously on the couch. you gestured for Millie to follow you up the stairs.


“Millie can you make sure that the kids stay away from Feliciano’s room” you asked, turning the silver lock on Feliciano’s door. Millie looked at my confusion knitting her brows “I guess I could but why? What happened?”


“Millie this kid is dangerous, I don’t want the kids to be around him just yet” your voice sounded strange to you, you hadn’t heard yourself talk this way for a long time.

Millie’s eyes grew wide as she reiterated the last part of her question.

“When we were preparing to leave the orphanage he tore at least three of the attending’s skin apart, almost stabbed one with a sharp looking toy”.

Millie gasped and she put a hand up to her lips in a feminine way that meant she was beyond shocked “why did you bring a child like that here of all places! ” she said, her hand dropping to her side, looking at you with her sapphire blue eyes filled with worry.

“You know how I am Millie, I jump into things before I know all the details, and besides I practically had no choice but to take him no other orphanages would take him let alone foster parents”


“because he’s dangerous” Millie interjected.

“Millie they were going to institutionalize him, I couldn’t let that happen” you said in an almost pleading tone. Millie gave you a stern look for a few moments before finally letting out drawn out sigh pass through her lips.

“you’re really a stubborn women you know” she said exasperated. You grinned at her response. “So…what exactly happened to him? What’s his history?” Millie asked a hand to her head, you looked at the ground and mumbled out your answer.

“what? Speak up?” you began to twiddle your thumbs.

“I said that they, uh, kind of don’t have any files for him, whenever they try to search his name in the database it can’t find a match and the only reason they know his name is because it was on his jacket, they kind of think that he’s a runaway or something and yeah we’re kind of flying in the dark” you said fidgeting while you watched Millie’s mouth form a little “o”. “Um, yeah well, I’m going to head off to bed, it’s been kind of a long day” you said inching around her as you started toward your room in rush “tell the kids good night for me!” you called behind you.


The next morning you awoke to a sharp thump of something landing onto your stomach, and upon opening your eye’s you found a pair of intent green ones staring back at you. You rubbed at your eyes and said “Arthur, what time is it?” you let a large yawn pass your lips as the six year old happily answered your question.

“It’s half past one, Aunt Millie told me to wake you up that she needed help with Feli” as his words slowly sunk in to your semi asleep brain you jolted upwards, causing Arthur to fall backwards onto your legs. “mummy what’s the matter?” you looked down to the addled Arthur, who was still in his blue unicorn pajamas and his blonde hair sticking up like someone rubbed a balloon across his head. You recovered slightly and just told him that you didn’t realize how late it was, but in reality you were worried about what Millie needed.


You told Arthur to go downstairs while you brushed your hair and teeth, he obliged but before skipping down the stair told you that Aunt Millie is in Feliciano’s room and to go in there as soon as you woke up. Quickly pulling a pair of jeans and a (f/c) T-shirt, you stumbled into the hall way still clumsy from just waking up. When you got to Feliciano’s room the door was slightly ajar, and you heard voices or rather a voice coming from inside the room. Gently pulling the door forward it revealed a small stark room that had little furnishings except for a twin sized mattress a tiny wardrobe and a night stand beside the bed. The room was devoid of almost all color except for the cherry colored wood beneath our feet, you felt bad about putting Feliciano into this room but it was the only place in the house that you could feel even remotely safe leaving him alone in.

Under the minuscule window beside the wardrobe you saw Millie in her knees in front of Feliciano who sat as he did in the orphanage, with his head in his knees and his arms wrapped around both. you walked up to the pair and knelt down beside Millie who greeted you with a half scowl half relief sort of expression.

“I brought him some food but he won’t eat it, “ she gestured toward the food on the small night stand, two eggs and a piece of toast “when I got up this morning I found him in the corner like this, he won’t say a word to me” Millie said in a rather dejected tone.

“I guess I’ll take it from here then Millie” she nodded and rose from her crouch dusted off her apron and left the room, leaving you and Feliciano alone. You crawled about over to the plate of food and came back to sit in front of Feli with the food in hand. “Hey, Feliciano aren’t you hungry? I know for a fact that the orphanages food wasn’t the best in the world and my friend who was just in here, Millie, she a wonderful cook honestly I don’t know what I’d do without her, probably starve or maybe have Francis cook all the meals” you gave a slight chuckle at the last statement “here I’ll even taste test it for you if you’d like but-“


“Do you think I’m four? I can’t be coaxed into eating something I have no taste for” a snide accented voice remarked. you gazed at the boy in front of you with shock, for you could finally see his face clearly his dark lavender eyes glowered at you as he leaned his think cheek on the side of his tanned arm.

you stared for a moment in curiosity as this was the first time you had heard this boy speak, but you soon recovered and said “umm well what do you have a taste for?” you asked.

Another moment passed and the glare began to soften a bit “Nothing. I’m not hungry” he replied lazily. you could tell from his voice that he was running low on energy, a child as young as him shouldn’t be this lethargic and the tranquilizers have had more than enough time to wear off. “I could get you something else but you really need to eat something, even if it’s just a bite or two”

you tried to say in a kind but stern way attempting to at least get him to eat a morsel of some food, but the only reply you received was “ I’m not hungry”. you then let your pride go and started to beg a little bit for him to eat something, but of course his answer was always a curt “no” or “I’m not hungry”.


That was how it went for a couple of days, you would start the day by waking up late getting dressed and going to Feliciano’s room with his breakfast and a determination to get him to eat something, though an hour or two later you would leave his room his tray full of untouched food and your happiness waning, just to start a bit later with dinner. One day when you and Feliciano were in the midst of your usual back and forth you heard a voice calling for you in the hallway.

you looked towards Feli’s doorway only to see Ludwig standing there in his light beige pajamas “Mutti?” you sighed and motioned Ludwig over who came with a slight reluctance. You patted the space on the hardwood floor beside you for Ludwig to sit down, and as he did so you reached a hand up to his head and ruffled his short light blonde hair, in doing so Ludwig gave you a slight glare.

“Ludwig this little hermit crab of a boy is Feliciano, and Feliciano this is Ludwig” you said in an slightly exhausted tone “Feliciano at least raise your head up a bit” you heard Feli grunt but comply and raised his head up a smidgen, to where his eyes were visible between the thin strands of his hazel red hair. Before you knew what was happening, you saw Feliciano leap at Ludwig and they both tumbled to the floor. Not realizing the situation your mind immediately flashed back to the orphanage incident, fearing the worst you quickly wrapped your hands around Feliciano’s waist and began pulling him up and hopefully off Ludwig, but to no avail for he clung to him like a leech to a vein.

You immediately let out a scream for Millie to come help you, and in an instant you heard a plate shatter and footsteps coming up the hall. Millie appeared in front of the door, saw the situation and ran over to assist by grabbing Ludwig and trying to pry off Feliciano’s fist’s, and amidst in all of this chaos were the kids standing in the doorway, you told them to stay back and you noticed that Francis had to hold Gilbert back from just charging ahead, Arthur just wept and clung to Francis’s pant leg.


Eventually Feliciano’s strength gave out on him and you flung apart. You and Millie both landed hard on your bottoms, you holding Feliciano in a sort of death hold against your body and Millie cradling the startled eight year old in her arms.

 You turned to Feliciano in a mess of emotions and began to yell at him out of pure frustration “What’s wrong with you!? Were you trying to kill him or something!?” your voice sounded strange to you, as it was twisted and contorted with an anger you hadn’t felt in years. Though the moment you looked down at Feliciano’s face the anger instantly flowed out of you. Feliciano was staring at Ludwig with wide frantic eyes; tears rushed from his eyes like someone had broken a dam. Feliciano had one hand against your arms that were wrapped tightly around his waist in a feeble attempt at freeing himself; his other hand was reaching toward Ludwig.

Through his tear laden sobs he spoke with a slight tremble “I’m sorry” he said “I-I didn’t m-m-mean to hurt you” over and over that’s the only thing that he said even after Ludwig was carried off he whispered it to himself as he sobbed himself to sleep in your arms. It was as if Feliciano was not even speaking to Ludwig.


You had stayed awake through the entire night just staring at Feliciano’s tear stained face, drowning in your guilt for what you had said, in the night you had moved to his bed and lay there cradling him, like he was a baby. As the morning light beamed through the small window above you two you had noticed an elongated scar along Feliciano’s face that stretched from beneath his bangs to his right ear, hidden by his mop of hair as well as a peculiar curl that hung a little ways from his face like a bent metal coat hanger. You gently rubbed the pad of your thumb against the slightly discolored skin, causing his dark lashes to flutter upward revealing a pair of gleaming lavender eyes.

“Feliciano? Are you awake?” your voice was soft, barely above a whisper, you felt the boy give a gentle nod into your stomach, you stroked his head with your hand you opened your lips to apologize but heard the words through a different voice.

“I’m sorry” Feliciano said into you.

“Why are you sorry Feliciano?” the boy gave a small shrug “I did a stupid thing” you felt the boy snuggle closer to you.

“I bet you didn’t” you said somberly, the boy shook his head swiftly clutching onto me “I-I thought I thought he was actually alive”. You stopped stroking him and laid your hand on his shoulder and asked who he was referring too, “I should have protected him, maybe she would have stopped i-its just that I was too scared to move” he whimpered you could feel hot tears leaking into your side, as you were about to speak he continued on in his pitiful tone “All that I wanted was a mother! A good mother! one who didn’t brand us like we were cattle and throw broken bottles at our head, one who would love us without the threat of it being taken away, just one would actually give a darn about us!” his voice had risen to where he was screaming and you held him tighter against you, your own tears dripping from your cheeks.


In the following day’s you had gotten Feliciano to tell you the whole story of his past. He told you that he had a very abusive mother who would beat him for nothing more than spilling a drop of water on the carpet, the women had another boy whom she had taken in on a whim and treated him the exact same way. One day the two were in the basement, where they slept, and were talking about how they wished that the women across the street were their mother, because she was so very kind to her children. The women overheard this conversation and became furious with the two, she forced Feliciano to get a knife from the kitchen and to stab the other boy or she would kill them both, the other boy told Feliciano to just go ahead and do it that Feli should be the one to live. Feli did what he was told and the boy died immediately after from blood loss and head trauma for the mother beat him after too, the mother grabbed the boy and just dropped him off in the E.R and then just left.

Feliciano ran away soon after.

You had also found out why he had refused to eat, Feliciano actually wanted to die, he felt that he didn’t deserve to live and the reason he leaped at Ludwig was because he looked very similar to the boy. After you reported this information to the police you took Feli home and had another long talk about how he does in fact deserve to live and that you would be very sad if he were to die.


~Time skip (right before Feliciano formerly meets the other children)~


“What if they don’t like me? Because of what I did before…” Feli said somberly as you straightened his new shirt.

“don’t worry I’ve already talked to everyone and they forgive you, I promise” you said busying myself by grabbing his old dirtied clothes in one armful.

“Hey, um, are you sure that there’s enough room for me here?” Feliciano asked with uncertainty staring furiously at the ground bedside him.

Smiling you pulled him into a hug and said “more than enough”.