Note: So sorry, this is a Hetalia based fanfic but no one from Hetalia will even show up until ... chapter seven? Yea chapter seven. 1-3 are background story of the main character, Dashuri. This is a LONG fanfic, if you do not like to read them, it's very simple, don't. Oh, I do not own Hetalia ... sadly.

WARNING: This is rate M, for language and talk of abuse and some hints to abuse. So if you do not like it do not read it.

Chapter One

Bastard's Child

July 9th, 1440, Bremen, Saxony, Holy Roman Empire of The German Nation.

He slowly opened his eyes but regretted doing so. The room seemed bright although he knew there was not a widow letting in light or any candles. Mayhap it was from how long he had been out. He groaned as his body protested against him moving. Slowly sitting up he looked around the small room, he wondered what he had done this time.

"You're awake . . ." a deep voice broke through the silence. He looked around the room but relaxed when he saw he was still alone.

"Y yyes, sir." He stuttered sitting up but he kept his head down. He rubbed his arms trying to warm himself up now that the chill of the room was washing over him. The door suddenly opened as the tall man walked in. His features where strong and masculine, his face clean shaved and his hair pulled back. He looked young and kind but his eyes where cold and dark. He walked over to the child sitting on the floor and roughly grabbed his hair pulling him up on his feet, forcing the child to look at him.

"You've been a terrible child, I take you and your mother in, out of the kindness of mein herz (my heart)," he placed a hand over his heart as he spat at the boy, "and how do you repay me? Hm? By being disrespectful und questioning what I've taught you!" the man threw the boy back to the floor. When he saw that the child was not going to say anything nor move he gave him a swift kick to the stomach. "How about you be a mann (man) and say something?" The man tapped his foot waiting for the boy to reply. The boy coughed and held his now aching stomach before he said anything.

"Ii I'm sorreee sir . . . I prromiisse t to do what you say." He mumbled but he did not looking up at the man. He did his best not to sound pained but breathing was becoming difficult for him. The man looked at him and seemed to size him up, pondering his words.

"Hm . . . where have I heard that before?" he roughly grabbed the boy by his shirt. "Remember this, boy, you are a hurensohn (son of a bitch) und deine mutter ist eine Hure (and your mother is a whore), be thankful I let you live." The man again dropped the boy back on the floor as he cleaned his hands off. "Mayhap if you're really good, I'll let her bring you more food." And with that the man turned around and stiffly walked out of the room, slammed the door shut and the boy knew his would not be leaving anytime soon when he heard the jingle of keys. He was locked in the room again. It would only be a matter of time before he came back.

How he and his mother had been fooled when he came seeking her hand in marriage. True he had seemed so nice bringing them both gifts but as soon as he married her he changed, but as the head of house he could do what he wished in his home. He crawled over to a corner and curled up trying to conserve as much heat and energy as he could. Sleep did not come easily but it did slowly pulled his lids shut.

April 20th, 1454 , Bremen, Saxony, Holy Roman Empire of The German Nation.

He crouched in the corner of the room; it was what he did every day as he waited for him to show up. Although he could not tell what time it was he knew it nearly the same day after day. Though what he did was different but it always had the same result: hurt, humiliate, and torture him in any way his stepfather found pleasing. He hated the man more than anything, not only did he try to break him but also his mother. He never blamed her for what happened, not once, but he blamed his stepfather. Someone who could be charming, sweet, and kind but then once behind closed doors he was dominating, cruel, and nasty. He wanted to leave this house, anywhere had to be better than here, or so he believed. But surely if he left his stepfather would turn his abuse onto his mother and he didn't want that. No he would stay here for her, god knows she blames herself for all of this, and no matter how many times he told her it was not he knew she never believed him. She used to come see him but the wounds were too much and he knew it made her sick to see him like this. Not that he blamed her he was not sure what he looked like but he was sure it was not pretty by any means. He was dirty, covered in bruises, cuts, and a number of scars. Even if he did get out of this hell hole, how would he be able to live? At this thought he physical shook himself, who was he kidding he would never get out. His stepfather locked the door and he was the only one with the keys, if his mother tried to take them she would not be better off than he was. No, he was never going to see the light of day, he would never be free of him, he would die here one day. He curled up and rocked himself as reality set in.

He did not even notice when his stepfather had enter nor did he really care. His body went numb as his stepfather kicked him, pushed him back down on the ground. He didn't scream or cry he just laid there and took it and he could tell that it pissed his stepfather even more. He quickly pushed him away, stood up fixing his clothes and left the room. He sat there for a moment after his stepfather left when he realized his stepfather had not locked the door. He stood up slowly, his body still ached in places he had not known he had. He opened the door as slowly as he could, his eyes adjusted to the light now pouring into his room, for a moment he was blind but soon he could see. The world around him was like heaven, beautiful and bright. He tried to walk as fast as he could, his eyes scanning for clothing of any sort and some shoes, today must have been his lucky day or mayhap God was smiling down at him. No one seemed to be in the house, he found a disregarded pair of shoes and plain workers clothes on his way out. While making it out the door something caught his eye. He froze in fear as he looked down at a little girl, had his mother had a child? It was very possible, she was married and his stepfather could have forced her if he chose or she could have been willing. They stood there and looked at each other not sure what to do, he was glad that she did not scream or run away. She walked to him and put something in his hands and turned around and walked away. So he did the same, turned around and left the house, the only place he had ever known and he did not look back. Now all he had to do is run, run like hell; run like his live depended on it. Since, well, it did if his stepfather knew he had gotten out he would be dead. It was not until he was a safe distance from the house did he look at what she had put into his hands: a teddy bear. Much like one he had had when he was young, it was a blonde color and smelt like his mother. He hugged to his chest and continued running.

Well there you have it the first chapter ... reviews? Let me know if you like it or not so i know if i should keep posting more chapters. I should be able to update, if you want, about once or twice a week ... seeing as i have most of it written out.