Spain whispered out the three words that seemed to slide so softly off his tongue. He didn't want to say them, but he had to, if he didn't tell someone, he would break. It was too hard to keep it to himself, he needed a shoulder. He let himself fall apart on the younger nation's chest, cries ringing out across the room and into the empty cracks. He shouldn't be this weak, why was he falling apart like this? Damn it he should be stronger! He was an empire after all, no matter how long ago it was! Somehow, it didn't seem like it mattered at this moment in time. All that mattered was him, Romano, and the pain in his heart and head.

Slightly managing to stop his whimpers and cries, Spain risked a glance up at Lovi, gauging his reaction to the nation's breakdown. What met him was a shocked Lovino staring back down at him, which was soon covered with a face like thunder. "Which one of them did this to you?" Spain tilted his head, not understanding the younger nation. Which who? He doesn't think… he doesn't think one of the other nations did this to me does he? "Lovi… it wasn't one of the nations if that's what you're getting at." His voice still had the odd hiccup, but overall, it was much better than it had been just five minutes ago. "It was a human."

Anger soon faded to shock again and then back to anger. "What do you mean a human?" Spain was pushed roughly of the chest of Lovino onto the floor. "Are you doing this just to get attention? Just to get me to be nice to you? Cause it's a pretty shitty way of doing it. Honestly Spain, I fucking expected more of you." Snapped Lovino, getting up off the floor and dusting himself down as if to rid the Spaniard of his clothes. "W-what? You think I'm ly-ying?" Spain stared at Lovi in shock, not sure what just happened. Did he honestly think he was lying? When was the last time Spain had cried? When was the last time he ran away from a simple prank? "Yes Spain. I think your lying. You're a liar, and selfish don't care what other people have to go through! And people wonder why rape isn't reported often? Or rapists get off so easily? IT'S BECAUSE OF PEOPLE LIKE YOU!" Spain didn't understand? Why was Lovi yelling at him? Why… why did his chest hurt so much? Was he crying again? He ached all over. It hurt so much, he couldn't breathe. Wait, Lovi's walking away, no, please don't leave me! I don't want to be alone. Please! It hurts too much. Help me, please Lovi please.

For the second time in two days - something told him that this meeting was going to be a long one - Romano was pissed, no, scratch that, furious at his previous caregiver. How dare he claim he's been raped by a human! That was just insulting. Because of the nature of a nation, even in his tipsy state, Spain would have been able to shove the man - presuming it was a man - off if he really didn't want to get fucked. It really did - hm? Looking down at the sudden pressure on his middle, Romano found Spain had latched himself onto Romano from the behind "Don't leave… please don't leave me…" gasps came from him as he got his tears under control "I-It hur-rts. Lovi it hurts so much. My head is so confused, my chest is screaming and my back aches… it shouldn't be aching like that Lovi. It shouldn't! Please believe me…" Romano unlatched Spain and spinning towards him, and pulled him up quickly and roughly by the cuff of his jumper. Spain's eyes widened and let out a small squeak of what seemed to be surprise.

"Look Spain…. what's that?" Romano asked as a smidgen of red appeared in the corner of his eye. Looking down it seemed like… was that blood? But where did it come from. It was all over the floor. It wasn't there last time Romano looked, but then again, he wasn't really looking at the floor. He looked down at his trousers and for the first time realised that they too had blood on them, but where could have this blood come from. "Spain, turn around. Turn around now." Slowly, the nation turned his back to Romano, muscles tensed and fists balled up. Oh shit. That's where it was all coming from. Shit shit shit shit shit. Now he would have to admit to being wrong, there was definitely nothing normal about this, no way in hell would casual sex do this to a person.

"Spain… I-I'm sorry, I didn't reali-" "No. Nunca lo haces." Romano stepped back in shock. Spain sounded beyond boiling point, that much was obvious, stood there, hands clenched so hard the skin was turning white. "Spain, we have to tell China." The reaction to that was nothing like Romano expected, he was expecting a short silence and then Spain agreeing and coming back to the hotel room. However, what he got was "NO! We can't tell anyone about this! No one! I can act normal. I can be good, but please, please don't tell anyone!" Why was he acting like this? This wasn't the Spain Romano had grown up with, the one that was always happy and couldn't read the atmosphere for shit. Why hadn't Romano seen this earlier, then he may not have upset the nation so much.

"Why? Tell me Spain, because I sure as hell don't understand." Wincing back and turning his eyes once again to the floor, opened his mouth, and shut it again before closing his eyes and sliding to sit on the blood covered floor. "I don't want to be seen as a slut… if they know… that's what they'll think of. You did - don't deny it - and your meant to be the person I'm closest to… I- I can't… I don't want to be seen like that I-" Spain once again covered his mouth like before as if trying to keep from being sick. Romano just raised an eyebrow and replied "Spain. China won't think of you like that. I'm sorry for… jumping to conclusions, but once I saw… this, I knew you weren't lying, China will get it. And besides, it not like he can tell anyone else, patient confidentiality and all that." Spain just continued to stare at the floor and Romano was sure he could hear the other's heartbeat, duh dum, duh dum.

Has… has he been acting like this all morning? How did I not notice? How did no one else notice? "Okay." The single word was all the permission Romano needed to fling an arm around Spain's waist and pulled him up, as it quickly becoming apparent that Spain couldn't walk very far on his own. "That's why I only went up three floors. If I could, I would have gone all the way back to the hotel, but I pretty much started bleeding as soon as I got out, good thing none of it got on the floor right?" Romano disagreed pretty quickly on that one. Hell, if he'd seen the blood before, he might have found Spain quicker, or not yelled at him like he did.

It quickly became apparent that the two of them couldn't go back the normal way, so Romano did a quick run through in his head of the longer way back that meant they were unlikely to run into anyone. This however, was put on hold when he realised that Spain would barely make it back the normal way, let alone the long way. With that in mind, he picked Spain up onto his back, despite the other nation's rejections, and processed to carry him. About half way back, he remembered that France was still looking for Spain, and that he should probably call him.

"Romano? Did you find him oui? Where was he? Where are you?" Romano let out an annoyed puff before answering "France, calm down. We're on our way back to the hotel; could you go and get China for me? I need him to take a look at Spain." "What for?" "I'd… rather not tell you. At least not yet." At that comment, Spain sent a wary glance in his direction and then put his head back on Romano's shoulder. "Okay, I'll head back up now." After saying their goodbyes, Romano and Spain spent the rest of the journey back in silence.

France flipped his phone shut and started to walk back up to the meeting room, wondering what was going on. What had happened to Spain? Was he hurt? "Could you go get China for me?" That was a stupid question. Of course he's hurt, why else would Romano want China there for? Sighing as he walked up yet more stairs - why did they have to have the meeting so far up in a building with no elevators? – France couldn't help but be worried for the slightly younger nation. What was wrong with him? He seemed perfectly fine when he parted from Prussia and himself last night? Had something happened on the way back? Prussia and I are staying in the same hotel so could watch each other's back… but Spain doesn't have that. Could he have been attacked? But what sort of attack could set Spain on edge like that? Or what could set Spain on edgy like that?

Finally, France arrived back at the meeting, where low and behold, another argument had started up. But unlike last time, it wasn't over some trivial matter that France couldn't be bothered to get into. This time, it was about Spain.

"No, Spain was kidnapped by aliens and replaced! That's why he's acting so strange!" Claimed the loud-mouthed American. This was one of the many theories that flew over the French nation's head as he made his way through the room, somewhere in the back of his mind, he noticed that England was unnaturally quiet in the corner, just watching the chaos. But England wasn't his main priority right now. Right now, he had to find China. Spying China in the corner with Japan and South Korea, France briskly walked over to them and started the conversation.

"Bonjour China, I trust you and Japan have sorted your mess out?" China looked at France with suspicion. It wasn't surprising; it was rare the two interacted. "Yes, what's it to you aru?"
Clearing his throat before carrying on "Romano said that there's something wrong with Spain, and asked me to ask you to go see him." Regarding him, looking for any sign of trickery, China looked France up and down, and France hoped to god that he saw that he was being honest, no tricks, no lies, and no pranks (which honestly, is probably what the nation was looking for). China turned towards Japan and asked "Is it okay if I go? We can carry on this discussion at a later date?" Japan simply responded with a curt nod and "Hai" before walking off to talk with Greece. France let out a sign of relief as China walked out of the room - Germany wasn't really keeping track of who was there anymore, the meeting long forgotten - and plonked himself next to a rather miserable and guilty looking Prussia. This was not going to be fun.

"Come on Spain, you have to take them off so China can look properly." Spain decided, that he was very distressed. Having gotten back to the hotel room with no major incidents, the other nation's main job was to try and get Spain ready for China's arrival. Something which he was not happy about. Not. At. All. Was he not allowed any control over what happened to his body? Then again, he suppose… after last night… he really didn't. His body hadn't done anything it had been asked to do. It wouldn't sleep, it wouldn't eat without it coming back up again - he had tried a little to eat once he got back, went straight down the toilet - and he couldn't stop crying! He didn't like it. And now Lovi was trying to take his one last bit of control… maybe he should just give up. Slumping on the bed, Spain watched as Lovi smiled in success and walked over to the bed. Well, that makes me think of weird things... no. Bad Spain bad. I should not think of them things. It's not like Lovi will ever like me in that way anyway. I don't deserve love… who could ever love a used toy…

Spain was broken out of his inner musings when Lovi touched his arm slightly, and he realised he was trembling. Weakling. "Spain… if you aren't comfortable with me being here, I can leave, but you have to let China look at you, there might be something really wrong." You mean apart from the obvious. "No Lovi, it's okay, really, isn't not that you're heard… it's more letting China, a country who I hardly know, poke around… down there? You understand, Si? I actually feel a little better knowing you're here…" Spain looked down at his legs that he had crossed underneath the blanket. He could still feel the blood dripping a little out of his opening, but it didn't ache like it did before and didn't hurt nearly as much. "Come on, let get you out of those cloths, you can put your pj's on if you like, but we need something to stop the blood getting all over them as well, it would be against the point otherwise." Nodding once, Spain slowly got himself of the bed, back twinging at sudden movements and moved towards the bathroom. He knew for a fact that the hotel put spare pads in the bathrooms for any women who suddenly started their period and didn't have any spares themselves. Sure, it would be embarrassing, but compared to all that he had been through as of late, it didn't seem too much of a bad deal.

Grabbing his pj bottoms and a baggy t-shirt, Spain walked into the bathroom, keeping it unlocked. He trusted Lovi. And anyway, if something was to happen, if the door was locked, they would pretty much be in the shit hole. Not that they weren't already. Starting with the easier task, Spain removed his shirt that he'd hastily thrown on just that morning and slipping on the t-shirt - black with tomatoes on it. His next job however, wasn't quite so easy. It was a pain to get the trousers undone to begin with, and now with all of the blood making the button's slippery, it was outright impossible. After struggling with the infernal buttons for about two minutes, Spain finally got them open. Next came actually taking them off, again, this normally wouldn't be a problem, but with the clothes so sticky of the red liquid, the task was troublesome. Finally, his pants. Deciding that this task would be easier sitting down than standing up, Spain moved over to the toilet and sat down on it, removing the boxers as he went, surprisingly, these where a lot easier to remove than the trousers.

Grabbing his new boxers, he pulled them up to his knees and reached for the pad. This shouldn't be too difficult right? Removing the wrapping to revel the pad with its sticky back, Spain realised a problem. These are for women's pants… oh god, what am I supposed to do? It won't work with my boxers… and it'll be embarrassing to ask Lovi to go get some different pants for me… Unfortunately -or fortunately, depending on your view point - for Spain, said nation had noticed that he had been in the bathroom for quite some time, and was growing worried.

"Spain, are you okay? You've been there a long time. Do you need any help?" Spain hesitated with his answer. There was no denying he needed a little bit of help, but how was Lovi going to do anything? "A-actually, I have a small problem with the pad… Lovi, it's for girls…" A silence followed as the Italian nation digested this information. Had he understood Spain's meaning? "You mean… you can't get it on the boxers, right?" Spain just 'hmmm' in response. "Wait right there, I'll be right back." Wait what? What is Lovi doing? His question was answered only half a minute later when Lovi once again knocked on the door "Oi, Spain, I'm coming in." Spain scrambled up, trying to pull up the boxer's, but only resulted in falling over when Lovi actually came in.

Seeing Spain sat there on the floor, face beet red and trying desperately to cover himself, was actually quite an amusing sight to see. If not for the situation, Romano would have laughed.

Spain couldn't help but blush a bit at the situation. Now he knew how Lovi felt every time Spain accidentally walked in on him in the toilet - the lock didn't work - yet somehow never seemed to happen to Spain himself. This was… awkward for the older nation, and on top of it, because of the fall, he could feel the blood starting to trickle out again at a faster pace. Great. It had almost stopped as well. He didn't really want Lovi looking down there. The younger nation threw something at Spain, which hit him in the face "Here. That should work better." Holding up the object away from his face, Spain saw that they were a pair of woman's underwear. "Lovi, just what am I meant to do with these? I don't understand?" Spain dazed up at the other in confusion "Put them on you idiot. The pad should fit better on that." Oh… right. At this point, Lovi left the room and Spain to his own devices. This was going to be fun - not.

Not long later, fully dressed in his pj's, Spain wondered out of the bathroom. Surprisingly, the pants were comfortable. Lovi was laid on the bed, reading what appeared to be the Italian version of Harry Potter. Spain stood there, looking around nervously, trying to find something to do before China got there. Come to think of it, what would China be doing anyway? Somehow, Spain doubted that he would like it much.

Romano wasn't afraid to say that he was a Harry Potter fan, so when he got the book out to read while waiting for Spain, he got completely engrossed in his book. So when Spain did finally enter, he'd kind of… forgotten about him, submerged in a world of dark lords and flying golden balls. It wasn't until he heard the door to the hallway creaking, indicating that it was opening. Looking up, Romano spied Spain trying to sneak through the door unnoticed. What was he doing now? "Spain, where are you going?" Tensing up, the older nation turned around and looked sheepishly at Romano, fingers drumming against his legs. "Nowhere… just looking out for China." Frowning, Romano replied "Really? Come on Spain; I'm not stupid, tell me what you're doing."

"I… I wanted to get away. What's China even going to do? I don't want China to know… and it not like I have anything else to do." Shaking his head, Romano got off the bed and padded over to Spain, placing a hand on Spain's right shoulder. "Spain, China is a doctor; he'll know what to do better than either of us. He can help you feel better. As for not having anything to do, you can always watch TV or read." "But there's nowhere to sit or anything otherwise." Romano tilted his head, what was Spain talking about? He himself was just sitting on the bed which had plenty of space for two people… oh. He got it now. Spain was uncomfortable being so close to anyone.

"Spain, you trust me, don't you?" Nodding once, Spain looked up from the floor to Romano, confusion evident on his face. "Then trust me when I say that nothing like that is ever going to happen again, I won't let it. So please Spain, let China look at you. And don't be so nervous around me, you can sit on the bed with me and watch whatever is on TV." Grabbing Spain's hand and dragging him to the bed, Romano sat down beside him and started to read again, Spain just sat there in silence for a couple of seconds before finally relaxing and leaned against the bed post, letting his mind wonder.

Ten minutes later, and Spain had half fallen asleep, sleep being something he needed desperately, since he'd only gotten three and a half hours last night and that had not been pleasant anyway. The thing that awoke him from his slumber was a knock on the door. Hmmmm, is that China? Mi dio, what do I do? Right, calm down, Lovi is here, he'll keep me safe. I feel so pathetic… shouldn't be me protecting Lovi? Spain stayed in the same place as Lovi once again got up and walked to the door, which revealed, just as Spain suspected, the Chinese nation.

"Wǎnshàng hǎo Romano, is Spain here. France told me that something was wrong with him." Wǎnshàng hǎo? Wasn't that Chinese for 'good evening'? Surely Spain hadn't been out of the meeting for that long? Then again, they were quite far in anyway. "Si, come in." The formal tones that the two other counties actually made Spain quite nervous. But after all, how often did these two actually interact? While Spain was thinking about this, China had made his way over to the bed and in front of Spain, standing tall - or as tall as the short nation could make himself - with hands on hips, imitating Spain in a way. Spain may be stronger, but he's seen how well China could use that wok of his, and it probably wasn't far off knowing the Asian nation. As Spain moved back a little away from the doctor nation, said nation asked "What's the problem aru?"

"W-wel-ll, um, I'm bl-leedin-ng a little… d-down the-ere…" Spain stuttered his way through the sentence, embarrassed at the way he had put it. China tilted his head and answered "Meaning? Men don't bleed down there? What did you do?" Spain lowered his head and started to shake again, there was no way he could tell China, it was hard enough telling Lovi. Luckily, Lovi seemed to notice his discomfort and answered for him "He was… raped… by a human…" China's eyes widened and he stepped back in shock, staring at the uncharacteristic quiet nation. Spain ducked his head and turned red, embarrassed by circumstance. "How did that happen? Actually, never mind, I don't want to know." China crouched down on the bed in front of Spain and took on a less scary face "Spain, do you mind if I take a look down there, and do a rape kit? It might help find the person who did this." They could actually find that man? Really? But what's a rape kit?

"What's a rape kit?" Spain asked curiously, having never heard of one before. "Well, it's a series of 14 - or 13 for you since you're a boy - tests that I can perform to see any other injuries the rapist may have left and any prove that I might be able to find such as traces of finger nails or sperm. We can also test for any STI's. I must ask Spain, have you washed since the attack?" Spain nodded once and looked on as China signed and shook his head "It's might be harder than we thought then, since you took a wash, the remains of the attacker may have been washed away." Spain hung his head; he hadn't been thinking of that when he'd taken that bath. He didn't really regret it though; he really needed to get clean. Lovi saw his head hanging and walked over to the two nations on the bed. Using a finger, he lifted Spain's head up "Don't worry about it Spain, it's not like you could help it. Remember, none of this is your fault." But it is my fault! If I was stronger, if wouldn't have happened. Weakling. Weakling weakling weakling! I don't deserve these people to help me! I don't deserve anything. Maybe I was just born to become like this…

Spain felt the beginnings of tears once again for the second time that day. Damn it, he couldn't cry now, not with China here, he couldn't appear that weak, even if he was, he couldn't appear that way. Who knows what the other counties would do if they saw him in his current state. He felt Lovi's arms wrap around him. Before all of this, he would have been overjoyed that Lovi was showing affection, now all he felt was the pity from the smaller man, and he wished anything but affection. He didn't deserve their pity. "Come on Spain, let it all out." A hand on his shoulder from China. "Let it go aru. I won't tell anyone." And just like that, Spain burst into tears and collapsed on Lovi.

"I-I'm-m s-s-sorr-ry. I shou-ul-ld b-be str-ronge-er." Spain felt a hand gently pat his back and stroke up and down, in weird way, it was kind of comforting. But he was guessing that was the point. Closing his eyes to the world and the two men comforting him, Spain slid into darkness, only his own pained cries and mind were there to keep him company. Why did it have to turn out like this…

Finally, after however long - Spain wasn't really keeping track of time now - China spoke up "Spain, have you calmed down now?" Nodding silently, Spain kept his head on Lovi, listening to his heart beat and feeling his chest move up and down. "Alright then, if you're ready, could we get started on the kit?" Nodding again, all Spain wanted to do now what take a nice long nap… but he might as well get this over and done with.

"Right, first things first, do you still have the clothes from the attack aru?" Spain simply pointed at the end of the bed where his clothes still lay, untouched since the previous night. China processed to walk back over to the door to pick up a large looking bag - how had he not noticed it before - and pulled a pair of white gloves from a pocket and a plastic see-through bag. Said clothes where then placed in the bag. Turning back to Spain, China moved closer to him once again.

"I'm sorry Spain, but this is where the physical stuff starts. Don't worry, I'll explain everything as I'm going and will ask you if you're okay with things before I do them. Nothing will be done without your permission. Is that okay?" No, not really, I doubt it ever will be again… "Sure, go ahead. I'll be okay so long as Lovi is here." Spain sure hoped to God that he wasn't just lying to himself.

Prussia felt terrible. It was only meant to be an awesomely harmless prank. Showed how much he knew about the word 'harmless'. He honestly hadn't meant any harm by it, he only wanted to wind West up a little, nothing more, nothing less. If he'd known Spain would have reached like that… damn, his prank sure as hell wouldn't have happened. He wasn't looking forward to later when he would have to return to the hotel room he shared with West, a lecture almost certainly awaiting him. But for once, he honestly felt like he deserved it, never had one of his pranks reduced another to the level Spain had lowered too... really un-awesome.

Feeling a presence beside him, he looked up, expecting to find an angry looking West, only to find France instead. The man was looking down with distain, an expression he wasn't used to seeing on the eldest member of the BTT. Not speaking at all, the other nation sat down with his legs up near his chest and elbows resting on his knees. "What was that prank? I know you like doing odd things but even that was a little over the top." Prussia shrugged and went back to staring at the floor - he seemed to be doing that a lot. "I don't know, it seemed like a good idea at the time, and you didn't seem so against it." "I didn't know you were going to do that!" "Even if you did, would you have stopped me?" At the question, France lowered his gaze and stared across the room "I guess not." The two countries continued to sit on the floor in silence, the guilt over whelming, almost suffocating, even if they weren't sure what it was for. Why had Spain reacted so badly… it's not unlike what we normally do... Similar thoughts ran through their head, so many possibilities, and so many problems. Finally, Prussia spoke up "So… what do you think made Spain react like that?" France seemed to consider the answer to that for a long while before answering "Well… I think something happened last night after we left him. Romano asked China to go and see him a while ago."

Prussia immediately, out of habit, moved his head around, looking for the short nation within the room, before looking back over at France, a question on his lips "What do you think happened? Was he attacked? And if so, by whom?" France shook his head. "I think he was attacked, but I don't think it was a normal attack. Think about it, even after all of the wars he's been in, he's never been that jumpy." Prussia tilted his head to the side, what sort of attack was France talking about. Seeing Prussia's confusion, France continued "Prussia, think about the nature of your prank." Well… I suppose it was of a sexual nature… but what could Spain be scared off because of… Oh...

Realisation came to the Prussian quickly as he stared at France "You… you don't really think…?" France bowed his head and answered in a hushed voice "Oui… I think Spain was raped."

So far, the kit hadn't been as bad as Spain though. After getting his clothes, the Chinese nation considered doing the second step, which was to collect any debris found on him, such as dirt, hair and other foreign objects, but that had quickly thrown out the window when Spain assured him that his bath the previous night had all but gotten rid of any of this. So all they had done so far was get some fingernail samples from both of his hands, hair samples - twenty plucked from his head in total, four each from the front, back, centre, right side and left side of his head -, swabbed the inside of his mouth and collected a saliva sample. Six steps down - or so China told him -, seven more to go. Your half way through, you can do this! Spain told himself.

"Now Spain, at this point, you're going to have to remove your cloths. Is this okay? We cans stop now and have a break if you want." Spain briefly considered this for a moment before disregarding the idea. If he stopped now, he didn't know if he could keep going through with this, and besides, the others had to learn of his injuries eventually. "No, if I stop now, I don't know if I'll continue." China nodded and Lovi rubbed his shoulder. Lovi had been really helpful throughout the experience, rubbing Spain's back and arm when he felt Spain needed it, and Lovi had always been rather good at knowing what Spain needed.

Lifting himself of the bed - he's been sat down so far -, Spain glanced at the two other nations, who seemed to get the message and turned around before stripping himself down to nothing but the pants that Lovi had made him put on earlier, and still he managed to avoid looking at his stomach. "China… I don't have to move my pants do I?" The Chinese nation shook his head once as a no. "Okay then, I guess I'm done." Turning around, the two nations struggled to not gasp in horror, taking in all of the wounds on Spain's body. Feeling awkward, Spain used his arms to cover some of his chest and let his eye's trail off to somewhere in the corner. "Oh…Spain…" Out of the corner of his eye, Spain observed Lovi moving slowly towards him, as if scared one sudden movement would set him off, and reached out to touch him. Spain took a step back, eyes not moving from the corner, Lovi looking dejected. "Spain… I'm so, so sorry…" Looking back in the direction of Lovi, Spain replied "What are you sorry for. It wasn't that did this to me." Lovi's eye's slid down to the floor, his body shacking slightly, Spain tensing up and not once moving a muscle.

Both nations where called back from whatever dreamland they had been in by a cough from China. "Could we proceed now aru?" Spain nodded "Good, well Spain, could you lift up your arms for me so I can see you." Spain hesitantly lifted him arms, feeling even more exposed and China started to mutter to himself.

When a loud crashing sound rang around the room, both nation's jumped and looked about for the source of the noise. Stood in the middle of the room was Lovi, with one of his books held in one hand, another - he liked reading okay? - across the room near a wall. "Dammit… dammit dammit dammit!" Spain gaped at Lovi as China walked to him and pulled the book out of his hand. "Romano, this is not the way to act in this situation." Lovi dropped his head and closed his eyes "I know… but how am I suppose too react to that." Pointing at Spain's stomach, Spain knew, by pure instinct that it wasn't good, but it couldn't have been that bad right? Resisting the urge to look down, Spain asked "Lovi, what's on my stomach?" Both nations looked at him in shock, causing Spain to get nervous again. "Y-you mean you haven't looked?!" "No. I had a feeling I wouldn't like it."

Lovi was instantly as Spain's side. "Spain… you need to look." "No, why can't you just tell me?" "Because Spain" China stepped in "this isn't something me and Lovi can deal with for you." Spain lowered a hand to his stomach and felt the edge of cuts in his skin, noting that it felt like a word had been carved into him. Looking down, Spain felt absolute horror at what he saw.

Slut.

And done another one... It's shit again...

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Translations:

Nunca lo haces: You never do.

Oui: Yes

Wǎnshàng hǎo: Good evening