paigenin

“Stupid girl, this is the wrong beer!” A beer bottle smashed against the wall as you ducked in cover. The man you knew as your father stood towering of your four year old self. “I take you in. Put a roof over your head and give you clothing and this is how you repay me?” His hand flew down as you dodged it. He hated it when you dodged even if it was a reflex. He took a strong hold of your small arm and swing again, harder this time for dodging the first one. The hit was so hard it sent you to the floor. “_Madeline you can’t do anything right!” “I tried.” You said through your tears as you got up. “I’m sorry.” “Oh madeline is sorry?” He stepped closer to you. “Oh you don’t know what sorry is!” He swung and hit you again sending you back to the ground. “You’re worthless. You’re dumb. You’re scum and no one will ever love you because of it.” He spit on your face as he left the room. “Clean the mess you made on the wall.” He told you as he was talking about the shattered beer bottle and the beer on the wall. You used your strength to stand up but instead of going to clean the mess like you normally would you ran to the front door. Just able to reach the knob and turn it you ran out the door into the snowy night. “madeline! Come back here or I’ll bring out the chains!” You heard the man yelling as he ran after you. You knew even if you did stop and go back he would use the chains anyway. Your eyes filled with tears you shut them tight as they were getting cold but you didn’t stop running. You tuned into a field as you run into something that caused you to fall into the snow. You looked up to see five guys looking back at your small shaking form. “Oh dear are you alright?” the blond one with violet eyes asked kneeling down to you. “Guys I think she’s been abused.” He told the others as they got closer. “What’s your name?” Before you could say anything you heard the man’s voice again. “madeline!” You gasped hearing him as you turned to the one knelt down to you. “Pl-please don’t let him hurt me anymore!” You begged him as the man came in sight. “Hey that’s my kid you have in your grubby hands there! Give her back to me!” He took a few steps towards you as the boy took you into his arms and hugged you close and two of the taller men stepped in between you and the man. “Who’s going to make us?” The one with spiked up hair asked him grinning. “Are you challenging me punk?” The man said as he saw the other two guys join them. “Are you prepared to take all of us?” The boy in the sailor outfit and floating curl told the man as he started backing up. “Y-you don’t scare me.” He looked towards you into your (e/c) eyes that made you shutter in the young man’s arms that were holding you. “I’ll be back for you brat.” He said as he ran off into the storm. You buried your face into the boy’s chest as your tears fell. He rubbed your back as he comforted you. “It’s alright madeline.” He hummed a soothing lullaby as he started walking with you in his arms. He took you into a warm home as he and the other men walked in you lifted your head looking at the place. While you sat with the men they introduced themselves. Tino was the one who held you, Berwald was the quiet tall blond that stood between the man and you, Mathias was the other tall blond but he was loud and his hair was spiked up, Lukas was the one with the floating curl and Emil was the one with white hair and had a puffin with him. You sat in Tino’s lap as he sat near the roaring fire to help warm you up. Berwald made sure that the extra room was ready to be in use while the others sat in the living room looking at you. “What’s that man’s name, madeline?” Lukas asked as you raised your head up from Tino’s shoulder. You thought about it but you really had no idea what his name was. “I don’t know.” You said softly. “He always told me that I was to be seen and not heard so I never talked to him but he would yell at me. Most of the time he would tell me that the seen part had to go away too.” There was a beep in the kitchen which told him that the soup he was making on the stove for _madeline was ready. He got up as he set you on the chair to put it in a bowl. “What did his friends call him by?” Emil asked as Berwald had returned from up the stairs. “I was locked up in the basement when he had friends come over so I never was seen.” You told him when Tino walked back in with a bowl of soup and set it on the table in front of you. “Alright madeline.” He smiled at you. “Eat up.” You sat on the couch as tears came to your eyes and your small body started to tremble. The tear started to fall as you looked up at Tino. “I don’t know what I did wrong.” You said through your tears as Tinos panicked picking you up and setting you in his lap. “Nice going Tino you made her cry.” Mathias said when Lukas grabbed a hold of his tie chocking him. “I didn’t mean too.” Tino told the others as he looked at your crying form. “madeline? Why are you crying?” You sniffled as you tried to talk to him. “ Wh-whenever I g-got a meal l-like this i-it was for pun-punishment.” Your tears still fell. “He would put stuff in it so it would make me sick for a while.” Your crying started again as Tino hugged you tightly. “What would he give you to eat when it wasn’t a punishment?” Emil asked as you looked at him. “A cup of water and some crackers.” You sniffled. “Sometimes when I was really good he would give me a dinner roll with butter.” You whipped your tears with your fists. “I’m not trying to make you sick madeline.” Tino told you after him and the other Nordic heard what you had to say. “You don’t have to worry here.” He rocked back and forth to sooth you. “Yeah,” Lukas sat on the couch next to you and Tino. “No one is going to hurt you here. We’ll make sure you’re safe.” You crying has stopped and it was only sniffles now. Tino whipped the rest of your tears out of your eyes as he held you close. “I’m sorry for crying like that.” You muttered as Tino kissed you on top of your head. “Will you at least try to eat something?” He asked as you looked at him. Something told you that you really could trust him and the others. You nodded as he set you down as you sat in front of the coffee table. You slowly took the spoon and dipped it in the soup. You took a deep breath, closed your eyes and put the spoon in your mouth. Your eyes popped open as you smiled. The soup was really good and it didn’t taste funny like when the other man would try to make you sick. You ate some more as Finland smiled seeing you eating. After you were done eating Finland took the bowl to the kitchen. “So how long have you been living with that man, madeline?” Emil asked you as you thought. “A few years now.” You sighed. “A few?” Lukas asked looking at you. “You’re what four years old?” “Well…” You didn’t really know how to explain it. “madeline?” Tino asked you. “Did you ever have another name perhaps?” You thought for a moment. “Well I used to have a necklace with the name ‘Greenland’ on it.” You looked at them as they looked at each other and smiled. “madeline, as the king of northern Europe I declare you stay here with us.” “Really?” your (e/c) eyes sparkled at the idea of living with them. “Stupid Dane.” Lukas grabbed a hold of Mathias’ tie chocking him on calling himself the king again. You had no idea but a sound came out of your mouth. A sound you haven’t heard for a while. You were laughing. For the first time in years you were laughing. -Time skip- Finland leaned on the door frame of the extra room watching you sleep with your arm around Hanatamago and Mr. Puffin on your other side. Finland smiled as he walked down the stairs to the other Nordics. They have told you about them being a country and that you were one too. “How’s the newest Nordic doing?” Denmark asked as Finland nodded his head. “She’s sleeping peacefully which something tells me she hasn’t done that in a while.” “It will be ki’d of n’ce having a lit’le one aro’nd the ho’se.”[It will be kind of nice having a little one around the house.] Sweden said as Finland nodded agreeing with him. “And with Christmas not so far off we can give her the best Christmas ever!” He smiled. “I’ll teach her all the best stuff.” Denmark smiled when Lukas grabbed his tie. “You better not turn her into you, you damn Dane.” He said tightening his grip on the Dane’s tie. “Um guys?” Iceland looked at the other Nordics. “Does any of us know how to take care of a little girl?” To Be Continued…