England screamed into the gag ball that was securely in his mouth. His body screamed in pain as they violated him. He could feel the hot tears run down his face. Why had this happened again? He had set more spells and had made sure that his friends guarded the gates. Yet some how they had gotten in and he attacked him while he was drinking some tea.

He fought and screamed but sadly he couldn't fend them off. He cried hard as he felt something hot spill into him. The sickening stuff that was now deep with in him as they laughed, slapping him a few times. He whimpered as he was penetrated again.

"Look a' 'em. He loves it!"

"Little slut! Damn, he's so tight for already being fucked,"

"That tells you a lot! Hahaha!"

England kept his eyes closed tight and tried to figure out what to do. If he opened his eyes it would be worse. This was not the first time this happened. And sadly he knew it wouldn't be the last. He felt his arms being un-cuffed and then forced behind his back and then the rough rope tied them there. How it hurt to have tied like that, arms folded behind you back forcing you to arch.

His attackers… His brothers… yes, his brothers where the ones doing this to him. They had hated him since the day he was born. They had fired arrows and thrown rocks at him when he was younger. A long time ago when he all he had was the mystical creatures was his only comfort. They helped him a lot. His brothers had started this when they figured out what was the best way to torture him.

Scotland had had his fun and now Northern Ireland was inside him. How he hated this. How much did he wish to curse them. He felt something bite him. A muffled scream tried to find it's way past the gag but to no avail. The teeth on his neck felt like fangs as Scotland bit down, marking him. To add on this disgusting feeling Wales pinched and scratched his chest.

Then he felt hot seed inside him again and nearly threw up but forced it down, knowing he might choke. He struggled as he felt his legs being pulled further apart for Wales. That damn bastard was big and he was already sore. No doubt this would make him bleed.

Trashing around Arthur pleaded and begged the best he could with the gag and bonds that held him. It didn't matter though. They always did what they wanted to do with him and then left him be on the floor, not caring if anyone or anything found him.

Finally, finally, it was over and the smell of blood was lingering in the air. He heard them laugh at him, taking a few minutes to hit him. One of them kicked him harshly in the side. Then he heard the door open and closed and laughter going down the drive way.

Shaking and breathing deeply he waited. About an hour passed when he felt something tugging at the ropes. Then they fell off and he reached and took the gag off and gasped for air as his sobbed and curled up into a ball. The fairies started to work on healing his body. They whispered their apologies about not seeing the others coming. Something nuzzled his cheek. Looking up he saw it was a unicorn. Hugging the mystical creature he cried harder.

Why was it like this?

Three weeks later at a world meeting he noticed. France being France and was hanging out with his best friends, Prussia, and Span. Sighing he looked over and saw many of the countries talking and having a good time with each others. He stayed next to America and um… America's brother. They were talking and he was going over some notes he had taken. Of course he wasn't really paying attention. He was not making any eye contact with his brothers. As he was thinking back he quickly block it from his mind.

Suddenly a hand creped around his waist. He jumped and almost screamed with a voice spoke to him. "Mon Cher! How lovely you look to day!"

"Let go you, git!" England yelled and hit him on the head. "Don't call me that you wanker!"

"Hon hon, As lively as ever I see. Come now into my arms and-"

Hitting the wine drinking Frenchman as hard as he could he walked away. He heard France's friends laughing. Hurrying to his room hr opened it and shut it. Making sure all the locks where on and locked tightly, before he went to his bed and collapsed on it. What he needed was get some sleep. As he started to fall a sleep he heard someone/fairy scream a warning at him. Eyes snapping opened he came faced to face with Wales.

"What are you doing you bastard!"

Slap!

"I don't know Prussia. It's seems the more you pursue Austria the more he ignores you."

"Don't be so prude Spain! He's come around and soon his vital regions will be mine again!" Prussia laughed evilly.

"Hon, hon, mon ami, as fun as that may be to help you with y our true love, you must first help me find England's room."

"Yeah, yeah, let's go stalk the tea drinking fool's room,"

Arthur tried to fight the metal ring that was placed in his mouth. It forced it to be open and so he mouth was invaded. He struggled as he felt his arms were placed behind his back, rope tying his writs together. He was forced to sit and deep throated the bastard. He gag. It was so low of them to keep doing this to him. Worst they knew where to touch to make him like it.

Wales pulled back and then pushed him harshly onto the mattress and forced his legs apart. He cried as he felt the tip started to push into him. For a moment he thought his brother was going to stop but he didn't he gave a hard thrust. To bad the ring in his mouth had somehow gotten loose and fell out when he screamed.

This caught the attention of someone. Then there was running noises and the door banged open. England really didn't really hear the door or anything of what was happening. The pain was over riding his body and he was on the verge of passing out. Then he felt his brother leave his body and the muscles tried to relax but still burned.

There was shouting screams yells and he could see blurs of dark and bright colors moving as if in slow motion. Roll onto his side was able to breath more. Gasping deeply for the air that need to fill his lung to ease the pain. Then there was more shouts. Soon he felt something cover him. It was a relief to know his body was covered.

He must have passed out. Now he was in a white room. It took him a short time to notice it was someone's home. Who's? sitting up slowly he looked over as something caught his attention. Looking over he saw someone sitting in a chair. For a moment he couldn't react but then horror, embarrassment, sadness and grief took over him all at the same time. France had saved him! That meant he knew what was happening and now everyone was going to know.

Francis woke to sobbing. Standing up as fast as he could he wrapped his arms around the Englishman, holding him tight. The secret love of his life was hurt in every sense. Mentally, physically, emotionally and sexually. Had he known this was happening to his beloved he would have killed the three since their birth.

As his shirt continued to get wet he whispered comforting words, running a hand through the soft short hair, as his other had kept him to his body. It seemed like a long time before Arthur clamed down from hard sobs and settled into shaky breaths.

A/N: Is sad no? I do not know if I should write more of this or leave as one-shot