There was nothing to be said about what he had saw waiting for him and he knew who it from. That stupid France left him a whole bouquet of flowers on a bench outside and now he had brought them back to his hotel room.

Why he didn't know, he just did. Maybe Arthur was thinking that maybe they would die out there with no water. Setting them down he searched for a small vase. Of course since it was a five start hotel they had one. Setting them in with the water it needed he grabbed his phone ready to text that idiot for giving him flowers. Although he would never admit it he liked them.

Staring at them for a little while he smiled.

A knock on the door sounded. "Just a moment,"

Standing he got up and looked into the keyhole to see who it was. Room service? He didn't order anything. Opening the door the cart was pushed into the room before he could say anything about it and set up. Arthur was hungry so he should eat, but this wasn't his. He told the man and he apologized and said he would take it back.

Going for the phone he dialed room service, asking for some tea and also some type of dinner that was recommended to be the days best.

"Yes, thank you. Room 703. Yes. Thank you, good day."

"Ah, such wonderful food you ordered. Good, because I get hungry afterwards,"

Freezing in place, green eyes filled with terror, Arthur took a chance and looked back and sure enough there was Wales and Northern Ireland Stood there. He noticed the lack of Scotland which brought little comfort. Without a thought he dashed towards the bathroom, only to be barely caught by the ankle. Kicking and screaming he was dragged into the bathroom he was trying to hide in.

"Ah, this should hold you well. Although it is not in my nature to do this sort of thing it can't be helped." France said.

Looking down at his captive his smiled. Scotland was chained to the wall by the neck and arms. It was only temporally until he could get the room ready where he could keep his secretly.

"You do know why I took you right?"

Scotland tensed but nodded since the gag was in his mouth.

"I did not hear you~"

A muffled Uh-huh was heard.

"Good. Now then. I must be off."

Just as he turmned his phone beeped.

"Ahhh!" Arthur screamed as he yanked at the strips of cloth that tied his arms to the metal Curtin rod.

They had managed to have him dangled like fish to get what they wanted. Trashing around he screamed again feeling Wales gripping his legs and forcing them apart for Northern Ireland. Thrashing he tried to kick free.

Let me go you blood AH!"

Northern Ireland laughed and he clipped another clothes pin onto the other nipple earning another painful scream. The smaller of the three started to beg to get them removed, but it only heighten the throbbing between their legs.

Gripping him firmly they forced his legs apart. Wales licked his lips as Ireland thrusted into their brother cruelly. The other arched desperately, trying to relive some pain. Violating the smaller blonde Ireland moaned at the tightness.

"He always stays tight, huh?" Wales said pinching Arthur's already pained nipples.

"Yeah.. Ahh it's fucking good,"

Arthur kept his eyes shut. He hated them! Hated them with all his heart! He wanted them to die! To burn, to suffer! He wanted… he… shit he was fainting… When did he start losing blood…

'Francis…' Arthur thought before blacking out.

England woke to a soft bed. It was filled with the scent of roses. Blinking he sat up wondering where he was until he noticed Spain standing next to the bed looking at hi with a serious face. Flushing in shame he hid under the covers trying to hide from him.

"It's alright. Francis told me to watch you… I… I got you down… I told France what happened-"

"Why?"

Spain stepped back eyes wide, "I'm sorry but he said that I should-"

"Get out! GET OUT!"

Spain managed to duck a few of the flying objects before running from the smaller male. Once outside of the room he looked shocked but left him alone. Pulling out his phone he text his best friend. Then waited for him to responded before telling him just what happened.

France smiled as he opened the door and then closed it letting it shut with a clang, locking it behind him. Revenge was something that of course wasn't new to him. It ran deep, but something about that English male with emerald eyes racked with pain made Francis feel like someone was taking his heart and smashing.

Of course he knew he was sin love with England. Had been for a few decades now and the other had been fighting off any intentions and loving action he had tried to put on Arthur. It was expected but this was killing Arthur and that enraged him.

They would pay. He would show them just what a man was capable when his beloved was hurt.

This chapter was very sadly written... TT