A/n: Norway and Denmarks perspectives in this will probably switch every chapter or so. This Is one of those darker fics, for those that enjoy them, or even just don't mind them. I try not to ever get too dark or graphic with it, but just in case when there are mentions, even vaguely, of sexual and physical abuse, I'll try to put a warning where you might have a problem, but it might be hard if plot is in that section as well. Hope you enjoy! ~Hetaliancupcake

I never really expected my life could get any worse, but this Dane really just got me killed. He doesn't really know what he's just done. He doesn't really understand.

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My uncle looked at me with those harsh eyes. The ones he only showed to me when he was really mad in the restaraunt and holding back from killing me, and after hours, when he wished he could. But he wasn't a murderer, he was just cruel and abusive. He made sure my scars were hidden well. He now was just yelling at me, and I felt the spit line my face. I looked at the restaraunt's front doors, trying to focus on anything but him. I noticed that every one was watching, sneaking glances, although No one really thought much of it. After all I was just being normally disciplined for dropping a tray full of food and drink glasses. He wasn't really glaring daggers at me and silently informing me that later that night I'd get mega hell for this. I did all I could not to shudder and stood still as he went on yelling, almost seeming like he'd never stop. I caught a glance of a familiar gravity defying blonde haired man stroll through the door. He glanced around and his eyes hardened as he watched our exchange. My boss hadn't seemed to notice that his favorite customer had entered.

It was reminiscent of a fairytale. That feeling was very dreamlike. It was quite stupid of me to think so really. I was being yelled at by my treacherous uncle, and then the door to the front of the restaraunt opened and in my 'hero' strolls. I had never paid as much attention to him as I should've before that day. His sapphire blue orbs narrowed on my uncle as he approached.

"Oi!" Mathias Kohler called. My uncle's eyes finally fell on him as he tried to regain his composure.

"Oh, hello Mathias. I'm sorry sir, I did not see you come in. I was reprimanding my employee, also my nephew here. He must set a good example. He needs to fix himself before they have to be fixed by someone professional." I clutched my tray hard, knowing what that underlying tone would mean for me. Mathias glared at my boss, and pointed at his face.

"Constructive criticism. Your nephew looks on the verge of tears, which is verging on cruelty. I could report this, but instead I'm going to give you a chance to fix it." I winced knowing this would have consequences for me later. They maintained an intense stare off for a couple moments until my uncle backed up. I was surprised he was so scared of Mathias.

"Of course, Mr. Kohler. Would you like your usual seat?" My uncle asks. Mathias eyes me, and I turn my attention to the ground.

"Yes please." I hear him answer. My uncle calls my name sternly. I look up and find Mathias with a goofy grin, my uncle's eyes still vaguely filled with anger.

"Take to his seat and make sure he is well taken care of. Try not to drop anymore plates or glasses, okay?" The fake sincerity of his voice made me very frightened. I tried not to show it though, just like normal. I gave a curt nod and stepped over to him. I led Mathias to where he normally sat and handed him a menu. I put on my best faux smile and smoothed out my uniform. He probably assumed he just did something amazing, like he had saved a damsel in distress or something. He had realistically forced hell upon me. I wanted to thank him for trying and punch him for the same reason. He flashed me a winning smile and I rolled my eyes. It was blinding.

"Lukas right? I'm sorry if I made your day worse by doing that... I just saw him yelling at you and it made me so mad. I'm glad I get the chance to talk to you though. You're normally avoiding evry one and isolating yourself. Oh. I don't need this menu. I just would like a coffee, is that okay?" Mathias said simply. I narrowed my eyes at him and snorted.

"Sure thing... annoying." I left him to put in his order of coffee, and tried to avoid him until it was done, but he pulled me back over and forced me to sit with him. He really didn't understand how bad he was making this for me. My uncle was probably thinking of new ways to torture me right now. Probably angry at the attention I was getting.

"So... mmm, this coffee is so good! Oh, sorry! I was just wondering where you're from. Since I'm a local famous person around here kind of, you probably already know that I'm from here." I sighed.

"Norway. I'm only here because my uncle had to take me in after my parents...my life is complete shit, so I'm sorry, but no, I don't know everything about you." I muttered to him, choosing to get angry to avoid telling him personal things. It was funny since I actually did know that about him. His eyes gave me a sympathetic look.

"It can't be that bad can it?" I snorted at him.

"If only you fucking knew Kohler..." I turned to find my uncle watching me from the kitchen intently. I felt a hand brush my shoulder and jumped in my seat. " Don't touch me!" I blurted. The people at the few tables around us looked at me weirdly. Mathias gave me a look fo concern. "Sorry... I just don't really like being touched." I apologized under my breath, bitterly. I gingerly touched my arm that had hidden bruises below my uniform sleeves. They never were where people could see them. His concern melted a little as I gave another faux smile, trying to keep him seemingly happy.

"Hey, Lukas? You done much exploring of the sights in Denmark?" Mathias asked me. I tried to avoid his eyes.

"No... not really. Don't get out of here much."

"Maybe I could show you them and we could check it out tomorrow? I think you'd be more positive about life if you just got out more often."

"Psh, like I'll ever be allowed to just leave... my uncle watches me like a fucking hawk."

"Well maybe I'll ask him. How could he refuse? I'm his favorite customer!" Mathias stated, excitedly.

"Moron...you use your permission to get me to go see some sights with you? You must be really stupid or pathetically lonely." I don't really get why I was being so mean to him at the time. It just felt right.

"Ow, Lukas! It hurts..." Mathias pouted. If nothing else maybe this guy, as annoying and pesky as he was, could actually help get me out of here. He might prove useful after all. I'd put up with him for now. Maybe I could try to find my brother while I was out.

I watched it near closing time as my uncle and Mathias had one last encounter. Mathias had a glint of excitement In his eyes, but my uncle was pissed as hell at him. The fact that he was taking an interest in me. I knew as soon as I entered the basement and the restaraunt was closed, the rest of my night would be a waking nightmare.

~Mentions of abuse begin~

Mathias left and I stepped into the hallway to my basement room, bracing myself. My uncle shouted my name, and soon he was in my face. I crumpled under his harsh words, and his heavy breath. That night was a blur. My trip down the stairs, the beatings. New bruises and scars. Mentions of sweet Lukas. I had nightmares when I eventually drifted off to sleep. Or perhaps they were memories of past experiences I continously forgot. I hoped they were nightmares, but previous nights pains and aches told me they weren't just scary dreams. I shuddered in the corner for a long time after being unable to go back to sleep, and certainly being too afraid to.

~Mentions end~

I woozily stood up, my legs barely wanting to move, aching. I got dressed eventually and headed upstairs in my uniform for work. "Lukas," My uncle's voice came. I didn't say anything as he continued. "Mathias wishes to take you out. You can go. But remember... Don't say anything." I shuddered. I wouldn't tell Mathias anything. I wanted to keep my life.