Alright, so this is just the beginning of a little fanfic I've been writing to let you all know I'm alive. I haven't been writing a whole lot, but hopefully some rp-based fanfics will be coming soon. So yes, this staring my OC for Wales.

Warnings: Abuse, Not-historical, Empire!England

The rain was pouring down on my small, shaking form. I knew it was cold but I couldn't feel it, all I could feel was the familiar pain racing through my whole body. It hurt so much… I couldn't understand… Why had Masters hurt me so much this time? I mean, beatings were nothing new, but this time, this time it was so much worse… They hadn't just bruised and cut me, they had broken bones and almost ripped one of my arms off. What had I done to displease them so? I couldn't handle the idea of getting another beating like that one, so I ran away. I left their house and just started walking. It was so painful… I knew I would pass out soon, but I needed to find somewhere to stay, if I just collapsed in the road they would surely find me and take me back for an even worse beating… My body shuddered violently and I couldn't take it anymore. I collapsed, and the world went black around me.

I felt… warm… and… soft… Huh… That was odd… usually I would feel cold and hard; the floor of my cell. This feeling was pleasant and warm but I needed to wake up and figure out what it was. But as I struggled to get my eyes open, I heard a deep male voice and I stiffened. Master Alastair! I shivered in fear; he was much harsher than Master Arthur… But as I listened to the voice, trying to discern what he was saying, I realized the voice didn't have the familiar accent to it. In fact, this voice wasn't even speaking English. What language are they speaking? And who is it? Why am I in a room with a stranger? These thoughts raced through my head as I once again struggled to open my eyes. They had stopped talking but I could tell they were still there. Finally I felt my eyelids flutter open and I instantly noticed the room was dimly lit. I tried to turn my head and felt something shift around my neck, it felt like… Cloth? It didn't really matter, I was able to turn my head and I saw him, the man who had been talking. He was huge! Luckily he had his back to me, so I was able to study him. My eyes widened slightly as I took in the broad shoulders covered in rippling muscles, in fact, his whole body seemed to be covered in dense muscles. He had on a black t-shirt and army-green cargo pants; his hair was a pale blonde and was completely slicked back. He still hadn't noticed me so I decided to try and sit up, but the moment I clenched the muscles in my abdomen I moaned in pain. Suddenly the man was at my side and I flinched instinctively, waiting for a blow, but his expression was soft and concerned. He had striking, ice-blue eyes and I realized I didn't want to look away, they were so compelling. Suddenly I realized he had spoken and I flinched internally, making Master repeat something usually meant getting hit… But he just smiled and repeated what he said.

"Bist du in Ordnung?" (Are you alright?) His voice was very deep and I decided I liked the sound of it. But I still had the problem of having no idea what he said, it was in that strange language he had been speaking earlier. I gave him a confused look, hoping he would get that I couldn't understand him.

" Sie müssen also nicht Deutsch sprechen... Que diriez-vous français?" (So you don't speak German… How about French?) I still had no idea what he was saying, though he seemed to have changed languages, this one sounded slightly familiar, but I had no idea why.

"Can you speak English?" He asked and I nodded. "I was asking if you were alright." His deep voice seemed to have genuine concern and I was confused, but I nodded anyway, I was alright. He smiled a bit more and nodded. "Gute." (Good.) I wanted to ask him what language he was speaking, but my voice didn't seem to want to work, I opened my mouth and tried to get words out, but they stuck in my throat.

"Here, have some water." He held a glass and gently helped me sit. His large, rough hands where surprisingly gentle and I decided I liked them too. I took a couple small sips of the offered water and tried to talk once again.

"Wh-where am I?" I asked, I figured that was the most important question I had, so I asked it, though my voice sounded small and weak compared to his.

"Berlin, Germany." He answered. I had never heard of that place. I must be in a different country. I walked all the way to a different country? How? I must have looked really confused, because he asked.

"Have you ever heard of Germany?" I shook my head. He stood up and I flinched, thinking I had angered him with my stupidity, but he walked over to a desk in the room and brought over a large piece of paper. It was a map, but it had many different places on it. I had only seen maps of The United Kingdom. His large hands spread it out.

"Do you recognize any of these places?" He asked and I looked closely, searching for the familiar island. I soon found it and pointed to it.

"That's where Masters and I live." I told him, my voice still weak. He gave me an odd look, but pointed to another part of the map.

"This is where we are right now." That's really far… How was I able to make it at far? He shifted his finger to another spot, about half-way between Masters' house and where we were.

"And this is where mein bruder and I found you." I looked at him in confusion.

"'Mein bruder' means 'my brother'." That made more sense… So his brother and him had saved me. I suddenly remembered all of my wounds and looked down at myself. I was covered in bandages, all over my body. I figured they must have bandaged me up.

"So what is your name?" That caught me off-guard. I realized neither of us knew the other's name.

"Kane. Kirkland." I told him mine and he looked surprised.

"Kirkland? Like Arthur Kirkland?" I flinched a little at Master's name but nodded. This seemed to worry him, but he shook his head.

"I'm Ludwig." He stated. He didn't give a last name and I figured it wasn't my place to ask for one.

"Now… How did you get all those wounds?" He asked. I flinched again, I didn't really want to tell him, but was afraid if I didn't he would punish me.

"Masters gave them to me…" I couldn't bring myself to look at those clear blue eyes, so I stared at the cream-colored bed sheets instead.

"Why?" I shifted, usually I would have an answer to that, but this time I truly didn't know.

"I don't know… They seemed very angry, but I didn't do anything bad…" I felt small tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. It just didn't make sense! They always had a reason for their beatings… But this one… They didn't give me any reason, I couldn't remember doing anything bad! And they made it so much worse than normal… I just didn't understand.

"Alright. Well you're going to be staying here for at least a few weeks, so you can get better." I looked up at him, he wasn't sending me back? He smiled at me and stood.

"Go back to sleep now. I have work to do, but if you need anything, just ring that bell." He pointed to a small bell on the bed side table. I was extremely confused. I was supposed to just stay in bed? I wasn't going to be running around doing chores and anything Masters wanted? That didn't make sense… But I did as I was told and lay back down, closing my eyes and letting my body fall back into oblivion.

So I hope you guys liked that! I'm working on it, of course. But it will turn into smut next chapter~ So stay tuned for that!

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