Ok so i decided to take a break from my other stories and write this (I will be getting back to them!) Its about Canada,America,England,France, and a few others past. I want to do this story but I'll only continue if i get reviews! I love reviews they make meh happy :D and want to keep writing. So please Review! FOR MEH!

OOOOHHHHH BAD GUY ENGLAND!

!WARNING!: Things are Rated M for a reason so Beware! Swearing, abuse, maybe some yaoi? I don't know i write as i go long... so yeah! Here we go :D

Matthew laid on the floor engulfed in pain and confusion. He cheek was throbbing. His hand gently traced the sore area. And the house was quiet again as England (Arthur)was probably passed out now. Matthew's face stung at the touch no matter how gentle. He picked himself off from the ground groaning a bit in pain and went into the washroom. Matthew examined his red cheek in the mirror. It was starting to bruise slowly Matthew could tell by the purple pigment that was appearing. Matthew gently flushed his face with warm and then cold water. The water soothed his face but he still hurt inside. Matthew could still here England's voice,

"Your... w-worthless just like the rest of 'em. Why c-can't any of you be like Al?" His drunken English voice slurred.

Slap!

"WILL YOU STOP YOUR BLOODY CRYIN'. GROW A BACK BONE WHILE 'UR AT IT." England crouched down so he was eye to eye with his 'son'. He tossed back a swallow of whiskey before looking back at his crying son. "Come on lad. Don't cry it only makes me remember why 'ur papa left you to me." He voice sounded cruel as he tossed back the bottle again.

"And what fun experience that's been." Matthew said sarcastically.

Arthur put his bottle down making sure he didn't spill as he raised his hand and back handed Matt across his face. It left a red mark on Matt's cheek. "You think that i wan'ed you? No i did it because Francis asked me too." Arthur's words stung Matthew deep inside his chest. "You're a spitting image of Alfred and Francis." He spat at Matthew.

"Why are you being this way towards me now..?" Matthew whispered. "When Alfr-" Arthur cut Matthew off not wanting to hear that name.

"I was nice to you when he was here because i knew you meant a lot to him. But now he's gone and there's no reason."

"B-but." Matthew's voice shook. "Y-you told me you loved me and we did things..."

"God you're clueless aren't you? Don't you understand... i was using you to fill his place. But obviously you can't do that. No one can... but you... you don't even come close to filling it. Besides your similar looks you two have nothing else in common." He grabbed Matthew by his jaw. "Don't you understand you were just a good fuck. A toy no less." England's once sweet voice sounded cruel.

Matthew bit the inside of his lip his insides filling with loathing but most of all sadness. He had really fallen for England. And fallen hard. But what he felt wasn't returned. And Matthew had to face it.

Matthew blew out the candle that lit the Washroom as he left shutting the wooden door behind him quietly not wanting to wake up the drunk. He looked around at the living room seeing a broken vase or two. He was exhausted and in pain so he just wanted to sleep it off not caring about the mess. So Matthew went and blew out the rest of the candles in the living room before going to his room.

He lit a few candles so he had just enough light to see and navigate his way through his room he unbuttoned his shirt taking it off slowly revealing a set of bruises. The newer ones were a purple color (almost a plum sorta color) opposed to his older ones that were now a yellowish brown color. He stretched his sore body it cracking making him feel a bit more relaxed and not in as much pain. His pants followed his shirt so that he was just in his red boxers. Matthew looked over at the beds that Al and him had pushed together. They did that to keep warm and so that they had a bigger bed. Matthew didn't mind it really Al always ended up holding onto Matt and making him feel safe. No matter how scared he was.

Matt climbed onto Al's side of the bed pulling the covers up to his nose. He breathed in Alfred's sent that lingered in the blankets making him feel as if in a way Al was still there with him telling Matt it was okay. But in retrospect it was just Arthur and him. Bruce(Australia) was sent to an island (Australia) because England couldn't 'deal' with the commonwealth. Alfred (America) recently got his independence so he was gone. So it left just the two.

Matt sighed hoping that it would all end soon. Matt moved around trying to get comfortable. He ended up laying on his left side finding discomfort any way he laid. His side was no better but he had to lay some way. And he couldn't lay on his back it's pain was the worst out of all of them. God how he hope this would all end and soon.

Ok so yeah chapter One is Done :D Lol i rhymed hehe anyways hope you liked it! Please review on what you did and didnt like about it. Tell me if you have suggestions or anything like that. A review can be long or short it doesnt matter just please if you read my story! Please! I know not everyone is gong to like it because i can't please everyone but please review it! (Maybe with some constructive criticism but i dont know it's what ever you wanna do) Hope all of you out there who read this enjoy it!~