For once, Germany could honestly say that he was lost. Completely and utterly lost. The world meeting had crashed and burned quicker than a spider being flushed down a plughole. Not in all the years of these meetings had a meeting concluded quite as suddenly as this one had - and it was only the first day. Germany stared around the room at the few remaining nations as they bickered amongst themselves.

Still at it - as they had been since the beginning of the meeting - England and America were arguing, the subject changing every so often, but overall, the atmosphere around the two hadn't changed. Over in one corner, Belgium and Netherlands were stood, talking quietly. The fact that they were still there didn't shock Germany an awful lot, they were under Spain for quite some time after all. He supposed some lingering attachment wasn't out of place. Sat on the floor in the corner were Prussia and France, once again, not surprising, the two were close to Spain. And last, but certainly not least - to Germany anyway - was Italy. Germany didn't need to look down to know exactly where the Italian nation was, he could feel him clinging onto his arm, pulling at the blue fabric.

"Ve~ Can we go and see big brothers Spain and Romano now Doitsu? Please can we please?" The smaller nation clung on tighter and wailed at Germany, as he had been doing for the last half an hour. The only thing that had been holding him back from just going on his own was Germany, and he was hesitant to go anyway. Somehow, they came to the conclusion that they should wait it out and see who would be left after the meeting, meaning the people that would be most worried about Spain.

Seeing no one that might have intention to hurt or embarrass the older nation, Germany strode over to the middle of the room and spoke up "Italy and I are going to see if Spain is alright, anyone who wants to come, tag along by all means." Soon enough, the two of them where crowded by the other nations - four of them - other than America and England, who hadn't seemed to realise that everyone else had left. America just shrugged his shoulders and walked out of the room, muttering under his breath about hamburgers. England paused for a brief second, but soon followed the 'hero' nation. So six of us… That shouldn't be too many nations at once would it? And having Prussia there won't upset him to much will it?

Germany hoped not.

China didn't like this.

But if he didn't like it, he hated to think what Spain would be feeling.

Looking on as Spain gaped down at his stomach; China felt his own stomach churn something nasty, his breakfast threatening to make a sudden reappearance. Forcing the feeling down, China took a step forward as Spain felt around the cuts with his right hand, poking at them as if they weren't part of his own body. Out of body experiences - his mind helpfully supplied him with information on what behaviour to expect out of a rape victim. He supposed Spain would be having quite a few differences in behaviour now. He'd have to fill Romano in on them later.

As for now: China had to focus. Slowly making his way to the unfocused nation, China raised a hand and curiously reached for Spain's shoulder, shaking him gently. The other nations head shot up, the fog in his eyes clearing and flashing momentarily before returning to the dull green - has his eyes always been that colour? - And covering his stomach with his arms.

"I-I'm alright. It's not like it's not true… I've got to learn to accept it… why not start now right?" China felt his skin heat up and arm starting to shake. Did Spain really think that about himself? He really believed he deserved all of this? The look in Spain's eyes told him all he needed to know. It was true… Spain really did… really did think of himself as a slut. Stopping his shaking hand - it appeared to have startled Spain as he moved away from the fuming nation - and letting it hang at his side, China was lost for words. In all his time, he's never had this sort of problem, and now he had no idea what to say to the other nation, no idea how to react. Was there even a way to react in this situation?

Apparently so, as China had forgotten completely about Romano.

"What the fuck you bastard!" The sound of skin on skin rung across the room. Romano's hand hovered close to Spain's face, which was craned back from the force of the slap, eyes open in terror, cheek red. "How could you say something like that? You can't honestly think you deserved this can you? No one deserves this… no one…" Romano's voice trailed off into a mere whisper. He stepped back to China's level and moved his hand to the back of his neck, rubbing up and down. "I'm sorry Spain, I didn't mean to hit you… it… it was just my automatic reaction." Spain continued to stare at Romano in horror, fear flooding his eyes and shaky legs moving back.

"Get out." The words shot at Romano, not from the frightened nation, but from China himself. He honestly didn't know where they came from, but he didn't regret it. He had to get Romano out of there before he caused any more harm, and his being there was certainly doing that. He could let Romano back in once the exam was over and he could talk to him properly.

The younger nation needed a lesson in psychology.

Spain couldn't get his heat to stop racing. Lovi, his Lovi, had hit him. Hit him. And while it didn't hurt physically too much, damn it hurt inside. Somehow, he found himself back in that alleyway, back to being useless, back to the complete and utter fear. Only, instead of his attacker, it was Lovi that was the cause. No, calm down, Lovi won't hurt me like that; Lovi would never hurt me like that… would he? But what if he wanted to, what could I do? Would I be able to stop him? Can I do anything anymore… can I? Spain was pulled out of his inner musings when China's voice cropped up, loud and clear "Get out."

What's going on? What did I miss? Looking around, it was still just the three of them, and by the looks of it, that comment was directed at Lovi. Panic rushed though Spain "No wait! Please don't leave me again!" He managed to grasp the end of the other's shirt sleeve. He didn't know why he was so desperate for Lovi to stay, but he was. Why? Why am I so confused? Lovi just hurt me, I was just thinking about him hurting me, why don't I want to let him go? The poor Spanish nation was so confused; thinking was hurting his head, so he just gave up on that, preferring to show his feelings in action. Grabbing his hand, and holding on tightly, Spain took a shaky breath.

"Please don't leave…" taking another breath before standing up straight and looking over at China "I won't continue this without him. Please, he's the only one I feel safe around at the moment… please." Spain watched the elderly nation wrinkle his nose in distrust and annoyance, before sighing heavily and nodding his head. "Fine, but if Romano pulls any crap like that again aru, he's gone." Spain felt himself relax, just a tiny little bit. Lovi put him at ease, even with his violent temper. He'd never hurt me, at least, not in that way.

China gestured to the bed and said "Now, let's continue. Spain, if you would prefer, you can either lie or sit on the bed." Spain really didn't want to be stood up for however long this would take, so opted to sit on the bed, picked up a pillow, hugging it to his chest, leaning back on the headboard. "Spain, you're going to have to move the pillow so I can actually see your injuries." Spain nodded, and put the pillow back. The Chinese nation picked up a clipboard and paper from his bag and processed to check Spain's body for injuries. "This isn't actually part of the rape kit; I'm just seeing where you have injuries that might get infected and need treatment later on." Spain was told as he rolled over onto his fount so China could see his back, Lovi moved to sit on the floor next to the bed, only an arm's reach away from him. He didn't mind, and the longer before he had to, well, remove his last piece of clothing, the better.

Finishing up on his chart, China placed it back in the bag. "Spain, well, you'll, need to remove your… underwear now." He moved his eyes to look down at his underwear - Dios it was embarrassing having to wear these - sat up some more, and processed to remove his last article of clothing. Face gradually getting darker. Once off, he hurriedly grabbed the pillow again and moved it over his crotch. China once again reached into his bag to retrieve something - a comb it looked like - "Spain, would you please move the pillow again, I'm going to collect hair samples now." Spain nodded and moved the pillow again.

It was going to be a long day.

I think I'll get pasta after this ve~ was pretty much the second most important thing to Italy at this present moment in time. The bouncy brunet walked at a fast pace to keep up with the taller Germany and the rest of the nations, on their way to the hotel that Spain was currently staying at. The first most important though was however, I hope big brother Spain is okay…

Italy wasn't one to worry usually. In fact, he could likely count the number of times he'd been worried with his fingers on one hand. But something about Spain's behaviour today had set him on edge, and for once, he was paying enough attention to see that he wasn't the only one. As the group climbed up the stairs of the hotel Spain was staying in, Italy couldn't help but notice the way Netherlands and Belgium were practically holding hands as they went, bumping against one and other, most likely as a support mechanism, or the way Germany's shoulder's tensed up, or how Prussia and France were muttering into each other's ears. Italy briefly wondered if they knew what the cause of Spain's odd behaviour was, until he realized that if they knew, the chances were, Spain wouldn't have ended up in that state. Indeed, Italy could pay attention when he wanted to, and this was most certainly one of those times.

Italy could feel a buzzing in his fingertips as they finally came to a stop outside Spain's door, voices muffled through the door so they couldn't hear what was going on inside. A single knock on the door from Germany and a call of "Spain, are you in?" was all it took to pause the mutterings in the room before being answered with "Go away you potato bastard, we're busy." Fratello's still there? That's odd. Normally; Romano wouldn't spend this long with Spain, even if he is upset. This though worried Italy even more, setting him to wonder what on earth could have happened to Spain.

"Romano, won't you let us in, we're just worried about Spain." Italy may not talk to Belgium much, but he did know that Romano had a crush on her when he was little - the odd peak into his old diary wasn't going to hurt anyone - and if anyone could convince Romano to let them in, it was her. More talking could be heard behind the door before Romano replied again "I'm sorry Bella, but it's not my place to let you in, if you really want to see Spain, you'll have to wait twenty minutes." Sighing softly and stepping away from the door, Belgium turned towards the general direction of the group "Guess we'll just have to wait it out." Italy dropped his head and moved to lean against the wall so he could sit on the floor while they waited. As he did this, Netherlands spoke up "Shouldn't we move downstairs and wait in the lobby, it's more comfortable than the floor." Italy watched on as everyone nodded their heads in agreement and pushed himself back off the wall to stand up straight and began to walk down to the lobby with everyone else.

I wonder if they sell pasta here.

Spain sighed in relief when China said he was finally done.

For the past ten minutes, he had been feeling rather uncomfortable at the position he had found himself in, legs in the air, the nation that had been deemed the doctor of the group poking around his lower regions, which he most certainly didn't want being poked around. Lovi had been most patience throughout the entire ordeal, not minding, or at least not complaining, when Spain had reached for his hand and refused to let go, squeezing on tightly as time went on. He swore he could feel the other squeeze back and rub his thumb lightly along his skin, which even if he didn't know if it was actually happening or not, was a nice comfort.

"You okay?" Spain looked up at the younger nation and nodded. He couldn't believe that this was the same nation that he raised, that relied on him so much in the past, the nation that was now going to be his rock in trade for all the hours put into raising him. He felt his heart break a little at how it had turned out, his little Lovi all big and strong. Stronger than me… he wouldn't have let this happen. Resigning himself to get up off the bed, Spain was soon in the bathroom with a pile of clean clothes for him to put on. Despite the closed door, he could still hear the other two talking if he was quiet enough.

"What are we going to do? We can't do this on our own; I have no idea how to deal with this, how I am going to help Spain. I can barely handle my own emotions, let alone his."

"Well, you're just going to have to learn to put him first for a while, I can help and stay with you for a while, but not for long, I have my own country to run."

Established that someone was going to stay with him, Spain paused in changing, and thought about it. What would it be like to live with someone again? He hadn't lived with anyone for centuries now. Ever since Lovi left, he's been alone. Would it nice? Or would he just end up feeling awkward in his own home? Before he could think about it more, the talking started up again.

"You don't think he'll agree to telling anyone else would you? It'll make my life easier."

Gulping, Spain started to shake again. Did he have to tell others? He really didn't want to, not with how Lovi reacted. He didn't think he could hold himself together if that happened again. He didn't want to cry again, he didn't want to be this weak. Come to think of it, how did this happen, sure he was drunk, but being drunk didn't make up for the fact that he was still strong, physically speaking, and had years upon years of fighting experience. How could he let this happen to himself? Thinking about it like that, he started to see why Lovi did react the way he did, hell, if it was him, he's be disbelieving as well. Maybe the marking on his stomach where more accurate that he though. This realisation brought Spain to his knees again, kneeling over the toilet. Luckily, he was already mostly dressed; all he had left were socks and a jumper. Yellow bile sprung up from the depths of his stomach and landed in the toilet, acid making his throat sore, forcing him to cough up more of the disgusting slick.

Despite his discomfort, he was still using his other senses, and picked up the open and close of a door. Great, they must have heard and come to rescue him. He didn't want their help anyway! He could do this alone, he could do anything alone, he doesn't need help!

When he felt the hand land on his should, instead of the embracing it and maybe leaning a little into it, he simply shrugged it off and muttered a quick "Go away" before leaning over to spew more of the vile gunk out of his body. Ignoring the shuffling next to him, he reached out for some toilet paper to wipe his mouth with and found another hand, holding his wrist and another moving to do the very job he'd set out to do.

"You know, you shouldn't push us away, it won't help." Spain opened his mouth to reply, but all he managed was to open it slightly before Lovi's hand moved under his chin and forced him to keep his mouth shut. "Let us help you, tell me, what wrong, apart from the obvious, at the moment? Penny for your thoughts?" Lovi moved again to let Spain speak, and to flush the now spoiled piece of toilet paper down the toilet. Spain ducked his head. He didn't want to share his thoughts with Lovi at the moment, and after all, his thoughts weren't even worth a penny anymore. "It nothing."

"Don't try and pull crap like that on me. I don't call throwing up like you've eaten a feast of English food nothing!" Spain started to worry his lower lip, to tell or not to tell. Would Lovi turn his back on him, again, if he told him? He'd certainly agree that Spain deserved it, for not being strong enough.

"I-it's just, why are you helping me, I don't deserve your help. It's as the markings says. I mean, look at how you reacted, you were right, I'm a country, an ex-empire, how could I let this happen? Maybe, just maybe, I wanted, no, needed it, on some level. God I'm disgusting! How can you bare to look at me?" All of this came flowing out his mouth before he even knew what he was saying, and next thing he knew, arms where wrapped tightly around him, all the while, his mouth continued to move, prose of how worthless and horrible and dirty he was, swallowing him up. "I'm sick! I'm sick, and a whore and, shit! What if it happens again? What will I do? Lovi, Lovi, please, please tell me that I'm wrong; please tell me it's okay; that it's okay to be a slut?"

Lovi just tightened his arms around Spain, making hushing noises, trying in vain to calm the panicking nation down. "I'm sorry, Spain, but I can't tell you that…" at that, the upset nation started choking, unable to say anything, unable to do anything but digest what the other just said. Oh god, he agrees! He's disgusted by me. Why! Why did this have to happen to me? But I guess… it would have happened eventually… I'm sick…

"But Spain, you're not a slut, so you don't need to worry about that okay? It's not your fault, if it's anyone's fault, it's mine, and France's and Prussia's. We shouldn't have left you like that in a city you hardly know when you aren't quite sober." Shrugging off Lovi, Spain shuffled away from him, eye's down-cast, nose sniffling. It was then he noticed the lack of a certain Chinese nation. "Where's China?" He asked. "Oh, he went outside to phone up the local hospital so see if he could use their lab to look at the test with. No signal." "Oh…"

"Spain, please let me in, talk to me. I want to know what you're going through." At that, Spain gritted his teeth and clenched his hand until the skin turned white. There was no way Lovi could ever know what he was going through! Never in a million year. One day ago, Spain himself wouldn't have been able to understand it, so what chance would Lovi have? None, that's how much chance he had… had it really only been a day? It seemed like much longer than that… like a life time had already passed. Was this was life was going to be like from now on? Basically a living hell, unable to turn off the hurt and the how scared he was.

"Lovi… there is no way, you could ever, ever know what I'm going through." A pause, and then "Then tell me so I can at least understand."

Spain could honestly say that that was not what he expected Lovi to say. What was expected was a tantrum like usual and a whole lot of shouting. Could he do that, tell Lovi exactly how he was feeling…

"Si, I'll tell you… but not now, later." Lovi started to open his mouth to argue, but Spain just held up a hand, silencing him "Later." Now was not the best time after all, Spain had a lot of people down stairs to put at rest.

France, for lack of a better word, was bored. Bored bored bored! The twenty minutes was quickly turning into half an hour, and if Spain didn't come down soon, he would have to resign to retiring for the night. Prussia wasn't in much of a better shape by the looks of it, yawing every so often, trying -and not succeeding - to hide it from France. When China finally came down, they all expected Spain and Romano to follow soon after, but when they waited another five minutes, they all started to worry.

"Maybe I should head up and see what they're doing aru?" Most nodded in agreement, and sat back down to wait again while China started toward the room. Luckily, before he had to start climbing, Romano and Spain appeared anyway. Now France, being the nation that he is, didn't like to let onto how in touch he was with others, that was just the way he was, but he had to admit, the way Spain was standing, holding himself was… a little concerning. To someone who wasn't looking for it, you wouldn't notice, but after his and Prussia's earlier conversation, it was painfully obvious. The way he stood slightly behind Romano, the way his head fell to the floor and eye darting around. Spain, was uncomfortable, that much was clear.

Everyone stood around in silence for a grand total of five seconds before Spain looked up at them with his usual goofy grin, and everyone relaxed – with the exception of France, Prussia, Romano and China that is. Even Prussia could tell the difference between a real smile and a fake when looking for it.

"Hola amigo's, what're you all doing here?" As expected, the first to answer was the oblivious Italian "Ve~ we wanted to make sure that big brother Spain was okay after earlier~" "Si, I'm fine now, nothing to worry about." came the cheerful response. If France hadn't of had the conversation with Prussia at the meeting, he would have just written it off as a freak panic attack. No such luck.

As - for the majority of the nations - everyone seemed reassured, they quickly made their getaway - Netherlands mumbling under his breath about stupid Spaniards, making him worry for no reason -, France couldn't help but wonder if they really cared about Spain at all, surely the four that were left couldn't be the only ones to see something was wrong with Spain. Then again, the other two already sounded like they knew what was going on.

With everyone but the five of them gone - himself, Prussia, Romano, China, and of course, Spain – France finally approached Spain properly and tried to drag him off into the corner to talk to him, but not before Romano stood between the two of them, Spain had to put a hand on his should and muttered a quick "It's fine." in his ear. He and Prussia wanted answers. "Spain, what happened last night after we left you?" Not bothering to beat around the bush, he had a feeling that would get him nowhere. "What? Nothing happened last night, what makes you think something did?" Spain was scratching the back of his head, clearly nervous, only a fool wouldn't be able to see it, and France was no fool.

"Spain, don't think a fool of me, I'm not stupid, I can see something's wrong, tell me, what happened last night?" France could see Spain was clearly shaking now, he thought it was because he was thinking about last night - whatever did happen – thought he wasn't sure if it was out of anger or fear. The next sentence to come out his mouth quickly told him which, and told him that something had happened, that he was 100% sure of.

"SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED! SO WHEN I TELL YOU NOTHING HAPPENED, NOTHING DID, OKAY… okay? Please, let's not talk about it… I swear nothing happened…" The nation was shaking twice a badly now, breaths coming out short and like he wasn't getting enough oxygen, and it accorded to him somewhere in his brain, that the nation was hyperventilating, and he should probably do something to help him, but the only thing that could process was that Spain just lost his temper. France could honestly say he couldn't remember the last time he saw Spain lost his temper like that.

As the nation in front of him continued to struggle to breath, France felt himself been shoved out of the way by Romano and watched on as China guided the other nation down to sit on the floor, place his head between his knees and gave him a brown paper bag to help him with his breathing. China must have had a spare in his medical bag.

"You better go now." France slowly nodded once, barely able to think of anything else as he pulled Prussia along, out the hotel lobby, and away from Spain.

Ahhhhhhh! I'm so sorry for taking so long with this!

A Level's are a bitch.

Mwaaaaa, thanks for the reviews :3

Even if I did get called evil…

Also, I'm sorry this is a tad on the short side, but I really struggled with this chapter, my muse just vanished one day and took ages to return!

EDIT:

I think I got most of the spelling mistakes in this now.

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I really need to get around to getting a beta...