Hey guys this chapter will be rather intense and contains child abuse. Now do not say none of this would ever happen in real life because it's all what I went through as a child so don't try to be a hater okay? Have fun reading.

"Why can't you do anything right for once in your life!?" a voice screamed. Ann cried out as her father slapped her hard across the face knocking her to the floor. A pain shot through her spine, reaching out towards the rest of her body. She cringed, fighting the agony shooting through her face. She could see her cheek tinting red in the shape of a handprint already, and her face began to grow hot. The Norwegian towered over her, eyes blazing with anger and fist clenched. "Are you trying to make me mad!?"

Antarctica shook her head trembling as she struggled to get to her feet. "N-no papa," her blue eyes, full of pure terror, looked away, avoiding his gaze as she struggled to raise her upper body with her already bruised right arm, "I tried-"

SMACK. The sound echoed through the empty hall way as she was thrown back again, and her cheek stinging almost as much as the tears building in her eyes. "Look at me when I'm speaking to you!" Lukas yelled, taking a hard pounding step towards her, shaking the ground underneath her, "LOOK AT ME!"

She lifted her head as she tried to keep herself from crying, she couldn't do that or else he would just get even angrier with her. She stared through his angry eyes, trying not to trigger anything. Stomping over, he grabbed her neck and lifted her up in the air. She let out a squeak and kicked as her feet left the ground.

"P-papa you're hurting me!" she wailed. Her face had reddened, and she felt a static numbness throughout her helpless body.

"Do you really think I look like I care?!" he snapped lifting her higher until she was level with his head, "I simply asked for you to go outside to get some water but instead you play around!"

That wasn't true though, she had been chasing after her bucket since it was too heavy for a little five-year-old like her. She dropped it, causing the water to drench her, and the bucket started rolling away. She could see how this looked like her playing around, but it's not like he knew, or as he stated, cared. But right now it didn't seem like a good time to say anything for the fear of enraging him even more.

When she didn't say anything, the pain growing too much in her throat, he released her neck, letting her fall to the floor hard. Her arm connected with the wood with a solid thud and she laid there, afraid to even move. "Look at you," Norway hissed, glowering down at her with his cold, violet eyes, "A parasite. You're no country, just some disease. Feeding off of others because you can't fend for yourself. You disgust me and I'm ashamed that you're even in my house."

He gave her a sharp kick in the ribs and she squealed in pain. He kicked her again, except harder and in the stomach. She tasted vomit coming up her throat but quickly swallowed it down in fear of getting her father even more infuriated. She rolled onto her side biting back her screams and puke. With that he walked off, but not before he said one last statement. "You're no daughter of mine."

There she laid as she stared after him, waiting until he turned the corner before bursting into tears. Did he really mean it? She didn't want to believe her father had disowned her, she didn't want to believe that she had disappointed him. She tried so much in everything she did just to prove herself to him.

She sat up bawling uncontrollably, her sides heaving with sobs racking her already battered body. "Ann?"

At the sound of the familiar voice she turned and her eyes widened in excitement. "U-uncle Denmark!" Mathias, or the personification of the country Denmark wore his usual long black trench coat that went to his mid-calf, a red suit underneath with a black tie, and a small black and red hat on the left side of his head. He was usually smiling all the time and giving that signature cackle of his. But right now he was for once frowning, staring at her with alarming concern. She quickly wiped her face clear of all tears, trying to reassure him that she was alright. Unluckily, it didn't work very well, with the tears still falling and her face blotchy and red.

The Danish man walked over slowly and knelt down beside her. "Antarctica… what happened to you?" he asked his voice cracking.

She started to cry even harder. "I-I made papa mad!" she howled uncontrollably, rubbing her eyes as he wrapped his arms around her, "I-I d-didn't m-mean t-to!"

His sea blue eyes brimmed with sympathy and understanding. "No darling," he whispered patting her back soothingly, "He's not angry with you personally. He's just having a bad day again…"

"W-why does papa hate me?" she whimpered staring up at him. There was a long, uneasy pause before Mathias sighed and ran a hand through his obnoxious blonde hair that stood straight up.

"He doesn't hate you hun," he picked her up setting her in his lap and rocking her slowly, "He's just dealing with some very difficult things. None of it has to do with you okay? No matter what people tell you, always remember that it's not your fault." She buried her face into his black trench coat.

"I-it hurts…" she wiped her eyes on her sleeves, "I was so scared…" As softly as possible he hushed her.

"I know it's hard Ann… but you can do it. You've been through all of this for two years, a few more days will fly by. You just have to stick with it and stay strong. Yes it will be more difficult at times, but it's worth it. Please, believe me when I say I'll be here for every step of the way. So will Tino. And one day, we'll get you out of here. One day, you won't have to worry about anymore of this pain or abuse. You will be free."

She looked up slightly, eyes full of pure hope for a change. "Promise?" she mumbled her voice muffled by the thick material and his chest. He gave her a smiled and kissed her fore-head gently.

"Cross my heart darling."

"WHAT?!" Norway roared. "It's for her own good! Maybe that rat should learn to fend for herself instead of hanging off other countries! She has to take care of herself, she has to learn. What better way than to show her how the world really works? You have no right to try to criticize me on how I raise MY daughter! She is my child and you are just her uncles! At least Sweden and Iceland understand the importance of punishing a youth!" He was beyond furious. How could Finland and Denmark come in here and tell him that he was not disciplining Ann fairly?

"Lukas... i-it's just… she's getting seriously injured after your… u-uh… e-episodes…" Tino piped up, cringing under Norway's piercing glare. He was just about as scared as little Antarctica of the Norwegian.

"I don't care! She also gets seriously hurt falling off her bike, or tripping over a crack in the sidewalk! It's a part of life, something she appears not to have much experience in!" He thought about the reason behind this 'intervention.' Who do they think they are? Going out and yelling at him like this? He knew what he was doing and what nerve did they have to critique his parenting skills in general? Annabelle needed to learn from her mistakes and needed to know who was in charge in this house. She was a simple little girl and had no reason to think otherwise.

"Norway! She's in serious danger around you! We just want to help! You can't go around beating her to almost-death! It's not healthy, for either of you," Denmark exclaimed, noticing they weren't getting very far with this encounter.

The sudden realization hit, and he was enraged. "DID ANTARCTICA SET YOU UP TO THIS?! DID SHE MAKE YOU THINK THESE THINGS?! Well, I'll tell you one thing, she hasn't seen the worst of it! If she thinks that is pain, she doesn't know what's coming!" Tino and Mathias tried to pry him off track, but it was no use. He was a lot bigger, not to mention stronger, especially when he was angry. They watched as he marched to Annabelle's room, too terrified to move.

Lukas slammed open the door, seeing Ann playing with the few dolls she had left. Before he had started disciplining her, he had spoiled her rotten with whatever he thought suitable for a small little girl. He now regretted that, knowing it had probably made her soft in the end. She looked up at him as he came into the room with curious blue eyes, trying to read his expression. He seemed mad as usual, but she couldn't exactly figure out what she had done wrong this time to make him so angry this time. She did ALL the dishes, cleaned ALL his clothes with the correct temperature of water and soaps, and she made sure she had cleaned out EVERYTHING in the horse stables that she was capable of.

"Good evening, sir," she said innocently, not even daring to call him papa, but deciding she had done nothing that she should be worried about. There was nothing he could be mad at her about, right?

"Don't you dare even pretend like nothing has gone down! I know you told Denmark and Finland about your other punishments, and I know you exaggerated it like always you little brat!" he pointed an accusing finger at her, "You don't know what pain really is, you don't know-!"

"But sir, I-"

"DO NOT INTERUPT ME WHEN I'M SPEAKING TO YOU!" he roared. SMACK. She made a small whimper, and fell silent. She inched herself away from him slowly, which made him even more mad. He charged towards her, ramming his shoulder into her face, causing everything to slowly spin around her. She felt like she was going to puke. She noticed him trying to hit her again, so she rolled over, dodging his fist, which hit the hardwood floor. In a desperate attempt of escape, Ann got back up and sprinted towards the door. She got halfway there when a pair of strong, forceful hands appeared on her shoulders, dragging her away from her only chance at freedom.

Norway pulled her back, while simultaneously starting to unbuckle his belt. Ann's eyes widened as she heard the familiar zith of the fabric and felt the leather tap against her lower back area. She pulled away from his grip out of desperation, but only for a second before he grabbed a hold of her again.

He pushed Ann to the ground with as much force he could muster at the moment, tired of the disobedience. He put one foot on her chest to keep her down, putting a little pressure to ensure that she was pinned down and not going to go anywhere. He raised his hand before he whipped her with the belt once…twice… three times while she screamed as the metal buckle hit her as well, wailing in pain squirming underneath his foot. "Oh, cry me a river, build a bridge, and get over it. This isn't even the start," He moved his arm up, and struck her in the face. She felt paralyzed, not even able to cry out anymore.

When Annabelle thought she couldn't take any more of the lashes for the fear of passing out from the immensely growing pain, Denmark and Finland burst through the door surprising both her and her father making him stop in mid-swing. "NORWAY, STOP! YOU'RE HURTING HER!" They looked down at her helpless body, her bloodstained clothes, and terrified expression. Finland felt like throwing up just looking at what his relative did to his niece, she was only six years old and yet she was experiencing the horrors that made people as old as him cringe. This wasn't fair for her, she hadn't done anything wrong and it was technically all his fault for confronting Norway in the first place.

Lukas glared at them, doubling the belt with one hand as he lifted his foot slowly off of her chest so she could finally breathe again. "Get. Out. NOW! This is none of your concern! I may discipline her the way I choose, it's my decision! I don't need either of you trying to criticize me on my methods so just go on with your day!" he snapped as Ann gasped to get air back into her lungs. He was beyond furious now. What made them think they could come in here and interrupt Ann's lesson? Ann felt she couldn't get enough air, and she began to panic. She didn't want her two uncles to get caught in the midst of all this chaos, she didn't want them to get hurt too.

"Norway! She's freaking bleeding for heaven's sake! You're going way too far this time and it's getting out of hand! I know discipline is needed in some situations but this isn't one of them! You're getting completely out of control-" Denmark started but was stopped as the other Nordic grabbed him by his collar growling.

"I suggest you back off before her punishment will increase dramatically! I swear you interfere and I WILL take it out on her understand?!" he roared making Mathias' eyes widen along with Antarctica's. Little did Norway notice that she was slowly getting to her feet and inching towards the door past both of them. He was too busy with the other two. Tino did see her out of the corner of his eye and tried to distract her father to ensure her escape for now, all Lukas needed to do was calm down for a little bit.

"Please! What did she do that was so wrong?!" he cried as the Norwegian let the Danish man go.

"What did she do?! She started feeding both of you lies, exaggerating her punishments to make me look like some bad guy! But she's the real villain!" he turned to face her when she realized she was already up off the floor. Ran away, AGAIN? This was it. She needed to learn, and she needed to learn now. He spun around to see her out in the hallway trying to go downstairs, "GET BACK HERE YOU BRAT!"

The second she heard his voice raise she sprinted down the halls heading to the stairwell. She didn't dare look back, in fear that he was right behind her. She didn't want to see his huge hands reaching out towards her, his eyes reaching into her soul. Norway tried to follow but Denmark and Finland blocked him from getting through the doorway. Lukas felt his rage surge and he elbowed Tino hard in the gut making him fall down and Mathias knocked the Norwegian's feet out from underneath him. Norway fell hard to the floor as the Dane leaned to help Finland up as Sweden and Iceland appeared from the next level up in the large house. "What happened?" Emil asked while stroking the puffin on his shoulder while glancing at the blood staining the floor in the child's room. He didn't seem as worried as he should have been, then again he didn't find anything wrong with Norway's punishments and neither did Sweden for that matter.

See, Sweden and Iceland didn't see the problem in Norway's way of discipline. They felt it was good for both Annabelle and him. (Well, actually, they didn't care, as long as it wasn't them.) So instead they decided to help him along and punished her as well if they felt like it was needed.

Norway scowled seeing both of them and his violet eyes flashed violently as he struggled to get to his feet. He couldn't believe that Denmark and Finland had made such a bold move towards him. "Make sure these two don't follow me and intervene, I have to go deal with my sorry excuse for a daughter," he hissed, his voice low and dangerous as he clomped out of the room.

Ann reached for the door knob, anxious to get out of this hell. If she stayed here, she knew she wouldn't survive the next day. Her mind raced to find any other solution to the problem she was facing, any way to make her papa not so mad at her. What way could she get his forgiveness? Beg? Plead with him to have mercy on her? She wasn't sure if that would work even. She tugged on the cold knob as tears of desperation trickled down her cheeks mixed with the ones from her pain.

If she had the time, she probably would have continued trying to pry the door open. But then she heard the familiar heavy footsteps of her father stomping down the stairs. Her eyes widened with fear and she sprinted to the kitchen as fast as she could managed. There was a small cupboard that was almost empty now, small enough for a little girl like her to fit in but not so big an adult could get in either. She opened the wooden door and crawled inside, closing the door behind her.

Lukas reached the bottom step and his narrowed eyes scanned the living room, there was no sight of the imp. His anger was beyond containable now, first she goes and complains about her punishments to her uncles then she runs off and tries to hide from a punishment that he had already been in the process of administrating. He had warned her about that plenty and this was the absolute last straw for him. He was going to make sure that little brat learned her place if it was the last thing he ever did.

Ann whimpered as she heard him reach the end of the stairs and scooted back until she felt the wooden back wall of the small space, she had to stay quiet or her papa would find her. If he found her… no… she couldn't let that happen. This was much more than just a, "you-forgot-a-chore" punishment, or a "don't-talk-back" punishment, this was pure rage directed at her specifically.

Norway looked behind the couch, nope. He stood straightening his back; she couldn't have gotten outside since the doors were locked. She was somewhere in this house… but where was the question. He strode into the kitchen when he saw a couple drops of blood on the floor. Smiling in triumph to himself, he turned serious and started looking through the bottom cabinets under the sink.

Antarctica froze as she heard rubber soles clicking on the tiled floor, he had entered the kitchen. She pulled her knees to her chest eyes wide with terror as the sound grew louder and louder as he got closer to her hiding spot and the sound of cupboard doors being slammed open one by one. She struggled to keep calm, to keep herself from sprinting out of there and back to the sanctuary of her uncles' presence. But deep inside she knew if she tried to escape now he would catch her and finish the punishment he had started.

Lukas came to the last cupboard on the wall, she had to be in there. Oh when he got her out, he was going to make her pay, that he vowed to himself. He grasped the handle, almost breaking it in the process and yanking open the door. Ann squeaked as the door flung open and her eyes widened with fear as she saw her father's angry face. He reached his arm in to snatch her but she squirmed back as far as she could, shrinking away from his hands and tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Come here, you worthless excuse for a child! I'm not done with you yet!" he screamed as the child backed away from him, away from what she deserved. She should know better than to run away from him. She should know better than to hide. What was going on through that puny little mind of hers? He was going to show her something she should want to run away from. After this, she wouldn't want to run from her punishment, ever again, because she will understand how bad it will become.

"P-please! Leave m-me alone! I didn't-"

"SILENCE! Do NOT interrupt me!" he reached in all the way and dragged her out of the small cabinet slapping her hard across the face. She closed her eyes as she dug her heels into the floor even though she knew the effort was a waste, now becoming unaware of her surroundings. All she felt was all the pain afflicted towards her. She was too scared and too focused on the pain. Before she realized it, she was being slammed into the tiles of the kitchen floor. The bruises and welts from the episode upstairs were stinging in horrific pain, more to focus on.

In a blinded rage, Norway grabbed a knife from the counter. "Annabelle, I told you MANY TIMES not to interrupt. I told you MANY TIMES to do what you are told. I told you how to do things, yet you still fail to accomplish these little tasks." He noticed she wasn't making eye contact, and he reached down to grab her face and pull it towards his. "AND I'VE TOLD YOU MANY TIMES TO LOOK AT ME WHEN I AM SPEAKING TO YOU! ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS LISTEN! Why is that so hard to understand?!"

Ann, still confused as to what she had even done this time to have her father so enraged, was now mad herself. Before she knew what exactly she was doing, she summoned every ounce of courage she had and looked him right in the eyes her own blue ones sparking with some sort of defiance. "I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG!" she yelled when close to his face. His eyes turned dark, his face turned red, and she immediately regretted raising her voice at him. She felt herself trembling violently but yet she was frozen under his immense and piercing glare.

"What did you say to me?! Didn't do anything wrong?! You little brat!" he raised the knife, turning Antarctica over so her back was facing him, "I'll show you wrong!" With that, he brought the knife down against her skin in a downward motion, slicing into the flesh. A river of crimson started to form, becoming wider and deeper by the second. Ann screamed out, mostly in horror, for the pain was unreal, and she was actually terrified of death in this moment. The cut had started at her left shoulder blade and made a ragged diagonal line going down to her spine. She saw all the times he had struck her in the past, she saw all the times he had sent her away with no food, no comfort, no anything. She saw the many times he had yelled at her for what he had perceived was wrongdoing. It was then, she realized, she wouldn't care if she died in that moment. No one else would, either.

At the last moment Lukas realized what exactly he was doing. He shuffled backwards, away from his cringing, crying, bloody baby girl. He huddled over her, his hands unable to cooperate as he shook. How could he do this? What had he done? A few slaps were okay, a kick was acceptable, even the belt was workable in certain situations, but CUTTING her? His own little girl he had raised and loved all these years? "N-no… oh Annabelle…" he whispered touching her softly, "Papa didn't mean to hurt you baby… oh dear… i-it's going to be okay darling I promise… shh…" Before he knew it he was wrapping his shirt around the wound, picking her up, and taking her out into the living room cradling her close against his chest. Denmark and Finland ran down the stairs and towards him with Sweden and Iceland following behind them.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?! YOU CRAZY IMBECILE!" Tino screamed, his eyes wide and taking in what happened. "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO YOUR OWN DAUGHTER?!" Mathias, on the other hand, was speechless. He saw his niece lying there, almost asleep, in Norway's hands. He was bewildered, to say the least.

The two decided right then something had to be done about this behavior. There was no questioning or hesitation anymore. That wasn't really an option in this situation. If Ann continued living in this house, she wasn't going to live very long. This was too dangerous for a small girl like her. They both knew that if Antarctica hadn't been a country she would have died from her wounds a long time ago. "We could always leave her with the fat one and the sophisticated one? You know… England and America right?" Finland whispered so Lukas didn't overhear them.

Denmark nodded slowly, glancing over at Norway bandaging up Antarctica's back the best he could at the moment. He noticed tears streaming down Lukas' own cheeks making the Danish man's stomach churn. Norway did love Ann with all his heart in reality, he didn't mean to hurt her like that. Yes he was harsh at many times, but that didn't mean he didn't care for her deep down inside. "We'll have to wait at least a week or two… then her wound will be somewhat healed."

Every time Ann went back to her memories the exact same song played in her mind over and over. A "Simple Plan" song actually and it almost made her cry every single time.

Annabelle laid in her bed now gazing up at the ceiling, her body ached from today's abuse. Uncle Iceland threw a fit when she was cleaning with bleach and his puffin accidently knocked over the container dumping it all over the poor bird. Emil had thrown her against a wall screaming at how much of a failure she was. Sweden had also ended up punishing for her forgetting to dust the living room and clean the dishes. That had resulted in her getting beat with his belt for a good ten minutes.

But that was normal now. As a six-year-old she had grown use to all of the pain radiating through each of her limbs day after day leaving her scarred mentally and physically. After a while, she learned to shut everything out. Turn out the lights, close the doors. Isolate herself from the pain so she doesn't have to feel it anymore. This only worked for the physical pain, because mentally she was torn apart and broken up.

She remembered before the abuse, when everything was okay, and when she was actually happy. She felt that was when her father was happy, too. She missed this time, because she felt she was actually close to Norway. She missed this time, the time where she could sit in her father's lap as he told her stories and how much he loved her. But the time has changed, and she was certain she wasn't going to get this time back. After he had hurt her with the knife there was an entire month where he went without punishing her and acted like the old papa she used to know in her heart. He had held her close, played with her, made her breakfast, tucked her in every night kissing her forehead softly, and it felt like old times, but it didn't last long enough for her. She was soon to be sent off, forgotten by the Nordics.

She curled up under her covers turning her gaze to a wall instead. All she wanted was for the pain to end, it hurt too much to bear sometimes. It wasn't fair, what had she ever done to deserve any of this agony? What had she done to be treated like this? Denmark and Finland at least cared about her wellbeing all the time, not just after a harsh punishment.

Honestly though, she didn't know how long she would be able to go on. She didn't know how long it would be before one of her uncles or papa took it one step to far and she would fall to the floor and never get back up. She would be another forgotten country. A lost soul of another child the world forgot.

But maybe that would end up being a blessing. Not just for everyone else, but she also wouldn't care if she fell of the Earth.

She felt the wheels in her mind turning. If she died… all of her pain would go away along with everyone else's! Papa wouldn't have to hate her anymore, uncle Sweden wouldn't have to scowl at her all the time, and uncle Iceland could let his puffin loose in the house. She would be doing everyone a favor.

"But uncle Denmark and uncle Finland wouldn't let me," she mumble to herself out loud crestfallen, "They would end up stopping me."

'Only if they knew about it,' one voice whispered in the back of her mind, 'They can't stop you if you don't tell them.'

That sparked an idea. Yes! She could do it without them knowing! She climbed out of bed and creaked open her door so a sliver of the hallway came into view. The coast was clear.

She slipped out and closed the door slowly behind her. Then after taking one last quick peek she tip toed across the hard wood floor and fled down the stairs trying not to make a single noise.

She finally made it to the kitchen and she saw the knives Finland always used to chop up vegetables, or when her papa was really mad. She flinched, remembering it cut into her back and her hand went to the still healing wound.

Reaching up she attempted to retrieve the weapon. Luckily her fingers managed to wrap around the hilt and she pulled it down.

She stared at the object she held in her hands. She felt powerful almost, like she had the ability to decide life and death. Which really, she did.

The cold metal gleamed in the pale light the moon cast from the kitchen window displaying her reflection. A face full of pain, bruises, scars, and burns. The face of a girl with no definition of hope anymore. It was horrible and she felt like breaking down crying, but she didn't have time for that. At any moment someone should come down those stairs and see her then she would never have any other chance.

She held it over her chest, right in the center. Just as she prepared to stab it through her heart racing in anticipation, "Annabelle?"

She let out a yelp and glanced over at the staircase. Uncle Finland stood on the top step and stared down at her with a quizzical expression. "Annabelle what are you doing? Especially at this time of night. You should be in bed." He'd noticed a shiny object, but wasn't certain what it was, and wasn't really concerned.

Her breathing increased rapidly and she hid the knife behind her back quickly staring at the Finnish man. She hoped he hadn't noticed the small knife. "Oh… Uncle Finland... Hi…" she stuttered.

"Ann…" he came down the steps slowly stopping in front of her and eyes full of worry as he knelt down so they were level, "What's that you're hiding?" She swallowed hard and took a step back away from him. She knew she had been caught but that didn't stop her from trying to cover everything up.

"O-oh… this? N-nothing…"

He knelt down and grabbed her arms gently but forcing her to show her hands to him. The minute he saw the glinting of the blade his expression softened with understanding. He had guessed in his mind, but didn't expect her to really do it. "Oh Annabelle…" he sighed and pulled her in for a hug.

She let out a small gasp of surprise and dropped the knife. As it clattered to the floor she felt small drops of liquid hit her shoulder and when she looked up at Uncle Tino she realized it were his tears. "F-Finland..?" She wasn't sure if he legitimately cared or was trying to make it seem like he did.

He held her shoulders so he could see her and he smiled weakly. He stared into her big blue eyes, looking for some sign of relief. He wanted to be able to help her, but wasn't exactly sure what the problem was. He was just glad she didn't do anything. "Guess I got her in the nick of time, aye?"

She stared at her shoes head hanging in remorse. She didn't mean to make him cry, she didn't want him to find out. She hated seeing them hurting like that because of her decisions. It wasn't fair for either of her uncles. "I-I'm sorry…" she whimpered a tear of her own sliding down her cheek.

The Finnish man sighed and wiped it away with his thumb tilting her head back up so she was looking into his eyes. He wasn't angry from the looks of his expression, just heartbroken. "Antarctica… why were you going to do this? You do realize once you end a life, there is no way to bring it back right? It's a permanent decision."

Biting her lip she nodded slowly her little hands clenching into fists as she fought the urge to cry again. Tino scooped her up in his arms and stood up. "Don't worry, tonight will be the last night you have to deal with this pain."

"What do you mean?" she asked as he started to walk to the door. He smiled down at her, but it was a sad one. He didn't want to have to let her go, to have to separate Norway from his daughter, but it was the best for her. As long as she was safe, he was happy. She would be a lot happier, and would be able to enjoy her life to its fullest.

"Uncle Denmark is already in the car, we're taking you far from here Ann. Somewhere you'll finally be safe. We're going to make sure you'll be in a house with a nice family that loves you." That confused her, what did he mean? Was he taking her away? Were they running away? Were they coming with her? What about her papa and other uncles? Were they coming too?

That was when she knew, she was getting saved. No more pain from her papa or uncles any more. She remembered falling asleep as Tino carried her to the car and Denmark kissing her forehead softly. She woke up on a cement porch and heard a door open. She pivoted herself around, looking first into a pair of green eyes, and then noticed behind him was another man with what seemed to be a cheeseburger in his mouth. "What's this?" he said, his mouth full of food as he spoke.

'Why would they care?' she thought, not completely understanding who they were or why she was here. Where were Tino and Mathias? Why was she left here alone? Why were these guys staring at her? They both looked kind of weird, but as she looked up she saw the house was beyond huge, like a castle almost. They didn't look angry, or mean. Just a little bit curious. And one seemed to have 6 eyebrows, while the other one had a weird looking cowlick sticking straight up.

The one she spotted first picked her up and looked around before stepping inside, starting Annabelle's life over as she knew it. The door closed behind him, shutting away her old life and bringing her a new one. "It's okay love," the man whispered with a thick but soft British accent, "There's no need to be afraid here darling. I don't know where you came from but here you're safe now."

Cause I'm just a kid tonight.