Hello everyone. Dragon here with another DeNor fanfiction. I tell you people I am garbage. Anyway, I will still be updating my other stories soon don't worry. I am probably going to alternate chapies for this and Left Unsaid. Left Unsaid should be done in the nest few chapters though so then I will be working on this one and a oneshot I have been trying to get posted.

Warnings for this story run as follows: blood, graphic images, yoai boy x boy, mpreg, smut, omegaverse (if you are unfamiliar CLICK AWAY MY INNOCENT CHILDREN. CLICK. AWAY.), abuse, domestic abuse, child abuse, bdsm, kinkiness, and Dragon's gay thoughts in general.

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Human names used here.

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Lukas

I awoke feeling rested. Which was normal. I sleep like a baby most nights. I feel that this is note worthy now because it is no longer the case. Now I am kept awake by night terrors and worry and duties that I am not ready for.

But this is not the beginning of my tale.

My story for those who would hear it, begins about two years before the madness that has become my life. When I awoke that morning I started my daily routine. I got up and the servants helped me get dressed. I ate my breakfast with my little brother, Emil and his new mate Leona. I was already under scrutiny, being that I was unmated at twenty and two years. Now my younger brother had mated before me at ten and six years and the kingdom quickly put him in their better graces.

Leona was a lovely young omega of ten and four years. She was quiet, and behaved as an omega should be. She and my brother were in love though. I could tell he had not just mated her to be mated. It was not an uncommon practice for an alpha of our status to have more than one mate, but Emil would not take another. He loved Leona very much.

Emil and I were the princes of the kingdom of Norway. Both of us were Alpha, I was the eldest however and expected to take the throne. I; however, did not want this. According to my kingdoms law, an alpha in line is not allowed to take the crown unless he or she has a mate. Me being single was perfect. I was content to remain in my place as ambassador and peace keeper and let my brother be king with Leona as his queen. Unfortunately, I never discussed this with Emil, or else things could have gone much smoother.

My first problems began when my father's health began to fail.

In the beginning, nothing was wrong besides the fact that he was dying. Despite the neglect he put Emil and I through, he was still our father. And if you think he was thrilled about my giving up my place to Emil, you have got another thing coming. Since my birth he had always pushed the crown on me. He wanted me to succeed him. But I was always a rogue spirit. I wanted to be free. I wanted to be allowed to shape who I was. So neither my father or my mother were happy with me. But I still loved them and they me. Losing your parents is always hard.

My father was always telling me about eligible royal Omega but I never really listened. I told him that I didn't want to be king and that I would only mate someone who I loved. Once again, if I had just not been so stubborn things would have been so much simpler.

When my father's health really began to take a dive, a panicked Emil came to my room in the middle of the night in tears. He had been worked by a nightmare. He told me that he was not ready to be king, that he was afraid and begged me to resume my search for a mate.

I had been to selfish to notice his feelings. The one person in the world I truly knew I loved, and I had been oblivious to his feelings. I promised to find a mate, and keep this burden off his shoulders. My poor baby brother.

The problem was that I did not get along with people. I had regected many mates. I was not exactly ugly and I was a prince in line to be king, I had many suitors. But none caught my fancy. They were all bland and boring. They always did exactly what I wanted, they had no fire to them. But that was how Omega were taught to behave. Any other Alpha would be thrilled to have as many of the Omega as I have had.

Me? I wanted someone with personality. I wanted an individual with iron in their bones and fore in their belly to match mine. Which was something I was unlikely to find. If I could not very soon, I would be forced to take a random boring mate to save my little brother. But that was okay. I would do that for him.

I would do anything for Emil. My poor Emil.

He was the reason that I found myself the very next week on a trip to a neighboring kingdom to seek out a royal mate. I would have to find an Omega of high blood to be a suitable mate. I had no interest in in it whatsoever and I was much less than enthusiastic about it.

My father and mother had been thrilled when I came to them and asked about eligible Omega. Of course they had. They had always thought my brother was to young to rule and I was the one trained to succeed my father. Me doing anything but that would look bad.

I couldn't help but feel trapped, because there was no other course of action.

The kingdom I went to was the kingdom of Danmark. I still consider it a stroke of luck I came there first, because I would not have met him otherwise, but really it was common sense that I ended up there first. His home was under my father's rule technically even though there had been some discorce lately. They were not only the closest kingdom with eligible mates, but also me mating one of their royal line would smooth down relations with Danmark and ease any thoughts in their head of rebellion. That would be a headache avoided and a problem solved.

Upon my arrival, nobles and such were skittering about to please me. In my opinion, they were irritating and they looked ridiculous, so I stared on blankly as they all went about their circus act. The king here, who served my father the high king, seemed to know his place well and bowed to me as I entered the main hall.

"We welcome you my prince, to our humble hall. It is my understanding you have come seeking an Omega?" He had said.

I replied sounding just as uninterested as I was, "Ja. Hurry up and present them."

"Ah yes sir. But I was wondering if, to speed the process, you could tell me if you preferred a male Omega or a female. Both serve the same perpose but most Alpha have a preference." The man said with nervous speech.

I had never considered this question before actually. I had never needed to. Most of the Omega I had been presented with before, had been female. Big breasted, curvy females with pretty faces and slender shoulders and round plump cheeks. I didn't like them. They acted as if I was some sort of god and they were simply there to do my bidding. They were trained to do so but still. Besides, not to say they weren't all beautiful, they were very much so. But I never had found them particularly attractive. I preferred stronger bodies, broader shoulders, and more muscle writhing under me to slender and normally weak females.

And so I answered curtly, "Male. Not too lithe either."

The king waved to a servant, and I was presented with a dozen or so Omega. None of which struck my fancy at all. They were all exactly what I didn't want in a mate. I would never understand why the world found it exceptable to treat Omega as if they were simple childbearing slaves. These were people and they should be allowed and expected to be themselves. But I was the only one who thought so apparently.

At the end of King Christian's pitiful display of mates I would be forced to choose one from the litter to save Emil. There were no words to describe how much I didn't want to. I think the King of Danmark picked up on my annoyance, because he got more and more edgy as the display went on.

That was when I saw him. He was a pitiful, bruised thing, thin, under fed, and beaten down. But there was a fire about him. One that couldn't be put out even with the terrible treatment he had been dealt. His hair spiked in all directions as if to be a testimony that he would not be quenched. His eyes were blue, like the sky at the very edge of the horizon. He was still very comely, despite the obvious signs of abuse, and by his clothing I could tell he was a royal. Which made it more perplexing to me why he had not been in the presenting with the others. He was off in the shadows. I only noticed him because he moved a bit.

I interrupted the king in the middle of presenting one of the boring Omega whose names I will never be able to remember, "what about him?" I monotoned pointing to the bruised spiky haired boy.

The King had seemed to sputter a bit as he looked in the gestured direction, "who him? That's uh... My son. But you won't want him he is a useless wretch. He is to be executed later today. Been sent back by another Alpha. But this one is ve-"

"I don't give a damn about your puny thoughts or the brainwashed Omega you are trying to present. I want to know more about him." I watched to blue eyed boy. He seemed to droop like a flower without water when his so called 'father' berated him. It made me unbelievably angry for reasons I didn't understand.

The king, who must have sensed my anger, quickly pushed the one he had been trying to speak for out of the room and pulled the bruised boy where I could see him better, "this is my son, Mathias Køhler. I claim him only because I am forced to. I don't want him and I pray that you not waste time on him. The stone head is incapable of learning anything."

"Oh shut up unless you are going to tell me something I want to hear Christian. Mathias you say. How old are you?" I spoke mostly to silence Christian before I started a war just for the pleasure of killing him.

"I am ten and six years." The boy replied looking up at me. No other Omega had dared look me in the eye. I let a rare smile grace my features. This one was different. He had fire. And I wanted it.

"Don't look him in the eye you fool!" The king had exclaimed as he raised his hand to strike the boy. Mathias flinched and put up his hands to cover his head yelping out an apology as he prepared for the blow.

But I didn't let the blow come. I caught Christian's hand before he could slap my lovely Omega.

"Don't you dare strike this boy. I want him. I will be taking him with me to my kingdom. Mathias, go get your things." I said cooly.

The king sighed and shook his head, "fine. But don't blame me for his idiocy when you return him."

"Oh I can assure you Christian, you won't be seeing him again. He is mine now." I said just as cooly as before. I released Christian's arm.

Mathias was looking at me bewildered, "I believe I told you to pack your things Mathias." I said patiently.

Mathias smiled at me. He has a dazzling smile, "well... I don't really have much. All my possessions are with me now. I was scheduled to be beheaded today after all.."

"Perfect. I shall have you a wardrobe made when we return home then. Come along our carriage awaits." I lead my Omega out of the prison he called home and regarded Christian as if he were an annoying insect on the way out.

"Good day, Christian." I said icily before leaving.

Christian Køhler would become a thorn that I wished I had burned that day when I rescued Mathias.