Norway X Abused! Reader - Angel

1. Angel in the Alleyway

The house was silent. Not a sound was made as a frail and weak girl crept down the stairs. It was pitch black, and she could barely make out the shape of her own hand in the eerie darkness. Although the girl's whole body ached in pain, she kept going. Although her skin was cut up and bloody, she pushed herself forward, careful not to stumble down the stairs she was making her way down. She advanced down, step after painful step, then one step creaked and the girl flinched. She listened out for any noise; the rustling of bed sheets, but nothing else. She took a small sigh of relief—she wasn't caught yet. She advanced and eventually arrived at the bottom of the stairs. She crept towards the front door, her vision blurring. Her shaky hands grabbed the door knob and twisted it. The door was unlocked—of course it mostly always was—and the girl opened it and instantly felt a fierce blast of cold air nip at her bare skin. She didn't have much clothing if you could even call it that. Just a small rag that barely covered her body. Her arms and legs were completely bare and the girl instantly shivered as the cold wind snapped at her. She stood out of the house and into the freezing snow. She had no shoes and her feet went numb at the cold sensation as her feet sunk into the fluffy white snowflakes. She closed the door quietly behind her and continued to walk as she hugged her arms close to herself to conserve as much body heat as possible.

The poor, freezing girl's name was (F/N) (L/N). After living with her abusive family for what seemed like centuries, she finally managed to escape once everyone was sleeping in their beds. Once she took the first step out of that house—she refused to call it her home—she felt a sense of freedom like no other. (F/N) used to live with her sadistic mother and brother who despised her. They didn't even pretend to love her. They hated every little bone in her body, and no matter how hard she tried to please them, it would end up in beatings. Her mother always screamed about how she was never meant to be born, she was a mistake and they only wanted her brother. If it weren't for her, her father wouldn't have died. (F/N)'s father was the only one that seemed to love (F/N), though all good things came to an end at some point, and her father died in a car accident when she was only 7 years old. Sometimes (F/N) would wonder if her father were still alive, would she have a happy family?

The poor girl stumbled her into an alleyway where she hoped she would be less cold. She clambered behind one of the large bins to protect herself from the harsh winds. She felt tears fill her eyes and she hugged her knees close to her chest as she started to sob. Why was life so unfair? Would she just die here, not having done anything useful and fulfilling in her short life? If the damage from the beatings didn't kill her, the cold surely would. She wasn't ready to die yet. There were so many things she hadn't seen, so many things she hadn't experienced. She wanted to get an education, go to college and get a job—just have a life. She buried her head closer to her chest as she heard the soft crunches of someone's footsteps in the snow.

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It had been a long day and most of all Lukas wanted to go home and just sleep. He'd sat through the world meeting the entire way through, while also listening to Mathias's annoying chatter. Even now he was listening to Mathias's consistent talking as they walked through the snow storm with the rest of the Nordics. The snow crunched under their feet and the wind blew fiercely though, they were all used to the cold and it didn't bother them one bit. As the rest of the group went on ahead, Lukas lagged behind. The group passed a nearby alleyway and the noise of their voices blocked out something. Was that sobbing? Lukas stopped as his friends walked ahead of him. He peeked down the alleyway and could just see a pair of feet poking out from behind a bin. Was it a homeless person? He'd only just noticed, but there was a slight trail of blood leading towards the sobbing figure in the alleyway. Lukas took a few steps forwards into the alleyway and got a clear view of the figure.

It was a girl, around his age. She was huddled up into a ball and she was covered in cuts and bruises. Her skin was turning blue and her messy, dirty, (H/C) hair hung over her face, covering her eyes. Her breath came out in small puffs as she sobbed, at least giving off the indication she wasn't dead, but what had happened to her? Was she beaten up by drunks? Lukas didn't know, but he could at least try help this girl. She hadn't yet noticed his presence, and he could just walk away now, but he wasn't going to do that. No, that'd just be cruel.

"Hey, are you okay?" He asked her with his dull voice. It was a stupid really; who would be okay if they were freezing to death in an alleyway after looking like they just got beaten and mugged?

(F/N) jumped and looked up at the voice that spoke to her. Looking up she saw a blonde haired man with deep ocean blue eyes. She couldn't discern any kind of emotion in his eyes, though with her vision blurring and the street light behind him lighting up his figure, he looked angelic to her.

"Hey Nor! Where'd you go!" A loud voice called out from the street outside the alleyway and (F/N) saw the man glance backwards and sigh. Though she didn't think too much of it anymore as her vision faded completely black.

Lukas sighed and looked backwards to see his friends walking towards where he was, to find him. He hadn't noticed the injured girl had passed out yet. Mathias, one of the more energetic of the group, rushed towards Lukas and was quick to question him.

"Hey, why are you in this dingy alleyway? Come on, I want to get home quick!" He asked persistently, not even noticing the presence of (F/N).

"Shut up you stupid Dane, there's a girl here." He stated, casting his eyes back over to the girl who was now unconscious. Mathias looked downwards and his gaze met the girl's limp body lying against the cold wall.

"Woah, what the hell? Did she get attacked? She's covered in cuts and bruises." As he said that the other three, Emil, Berwald and Tino, arrived and caught sight of the girl. Tino, being the kind man he was, quickly knelt down at (F/N)'s side and lightly brushed her (H/C) out of her face to see a couple more cut wounds.

"Oh no, poor girl! What should we do, she's hurt badly!" He exclaimed in a worry-laced tone. Lukas knelt down next to Tino to look at the girl more closely too. He'd blocked out the voices of his friends temporarily and lightly stroked the girl's face with his hand. Her skin was cold but her face was very beautiful. She almost looked like a fallen angel, damaged and battered on the way down from heaven, but still remaining beautiful and as delicate as the white feathers of her wings. Her (H/C) hair framed her face perfectly and she looked so peaceful as she slept.

"Can we take her back with us Mathias?" Tino asked, turning to his friend with the spiky hair and a grin; he claimed to be the leader of the house—and King of Europe—so much that the others just thought of him as the leader of the house, even though he wasn't very responsible or capable of the position. Mathias looked at the girl and then looked to his friend knelt beside her; then he grinned.

"I don't see a problem with it, plus I think Nor likes her," he said, winking at Lukas who in turn glared back at him. But the decision was made that the so-far-unnamed-girl was to come with them back to their house. Lukas retracted his hand back to his side and looked back to his friends.

"I want to carry her then," he stated. Mathias patted him on the back.

"Of course, you do lover boy! Let's go home then!" He said, turning on his heel and walking off as the leader; he made sure to ignore the glare he was receiving from Lukas. The rest of the Nordics followed close behind and Lukas picked up the (H/C) girl and carried her in his arms. She snuggled closer to him contently in her unconsciousness, and Lukas gazed down at her curiously.

Who was this girl he'd stumbled upon in an alleyway? What was her name? Why was she beaten up? Why did he take such a liking to her? Was it some twist of fate that made him stop near the alleyway? Maybe it was that he was mean to find her?

He'd just find out when she woke up.

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Annoying Denmark is annoying.

Right, this one got really descriptive because I was actually trying harder this time. I'm going to correct mistakes in this now, because there's going to be a lot of them. Meanwhile, I hope you enjoy reading this! Bye!