"You little wanker!" Peter laughed as England cradled his nose in his hand. That showed him! Plus, France and America were laughing at him so it couldn't be that bad… Well, he was going to get grounded for sure, but maybe if America said something it wouldn't be so bad…

"Hey, Artie, calm down. It's not that bad. I mean, he can't even hit that hard!" America laughed hard and England glared at him. It was kind of funny…

"Don't tell me to calm down! Out! Both of you!" England glared them out of the room. All of them except Sealand…

"England? You're not that mad… Are you?" Peter started backing up until he hit the wall as England advanced.

"No, my dear. I'm not mad." England smiled sweetly and Peter tried to run away, but he caught his arm and threw him down.

"Leave me alone!" Peter yelled as England picked him up and carried him to the bedroom.

"Belt up! You deserve this!" England threw him upon the bed and tied his hands to the headboard.

"Let me go you freak!" Peter tried to get his arms free, but it wasn't working. He only succeeded in making his wrists bleed.

"Hush little baby, don't you cry…" England smirked down at him and ripped off his pants and underwear. His eyes widened and he struggled even more.

"No! Stop it!" Tears ran down his eyes and he tried to kick England away.

"If you don't want me to hurt you anymore then belt up and let me do as I please." Peter closed his eyes and let a few silent tears flow down his cheeks.

England let his hands trail all the way down Peter's body as he admired the boy's small curves. He had such a feminine body, but not enough to be called a woman. He still had a boyish charm to him.

"Good boy. Want me to make you feel good?" Peter shook his head trying desperately make England let him go. He only succeeded in a smack to his arse.

"The answer's yes!" England placed his lips against Peter's trying to calm the boy.

Peter whimpered against England's lips begging for him to let him go. He didn't want to struggle anymore lest he make the older mad again.

"Hush up, love. I'll make it all better…" England took himself out of his pants and peter's eyes widened at the scene.

"No! NO!" Peter tried screaming, but England slapped his cheek effectively shutting him up.

"Be quiet! You're going to enjoy this one way or another…" More tears escaped his eyes as England forced his legs upon his shoulders and placed himself at his entrance.

"No! Stop! Please!" He tried to struggle again, but it only earned him another slap upon his cheek.

"Quiet! You're not allowed to speak!" With that England pushed himself inside him causing Peter to scream bloody murder.

"AHH! NO! Take it out! It hurts!" Peter couldn't help but cry out in pain. It felt like he was being torn in two! It hurt so much.

"Ahh… It feels good inside you!" England didn't wait before he started thrusting in and out of him.

"Stop! England!" Peter kept crying out in pain begging him to stop, but he wouldn't. He didn't stop until Peter felt some sort of liquid fill him up.

"You're not in trouble anymore…" England undid the ties, tucked himself back in his pants, and walked away leaving Peter there crying in pain.

Peter smiled at the small realization that at least he wasn't in trouble anymore.

A.N./ Man… This… Sorry… For The Great Imaginer Zuzume! Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukah, Happy Kwanza (However you spell that), ad any other Holiday that I don't particularly care about!