The worlds apart

Chapter 1- The start

This is basically going to be a prologue for all of them. And also this will have some backstory's in it.

Have fun!!

Warnings: Abuse, B*ood, almost r*ping, fighting, and whatever else you deem is a warning.

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Greece was **Alone**. Very alone. After him and Rome had another fight, he hasn't came back for three days. *What did I do to deserve this* he asked himself. He sat in his bed a little longer until he heard a knock on bedroom door. "Come on in" he said. The door opens and Rome walks in. "Hey so-" he tried to speak until Greece interrupted with "first off you didn't have to knock, and second, why are you here still?!?". Greece knew he shouldn't be rude even after their fight, but it's in his nature to be like that to his enemies. Actually deep down he missed Rome's company. "I just wanted to say sorry geez..." Rome replied. Greece just sits in silence for a second. Tears are trying to come out but he didn't want to cry in front of Rome. But they decided to come down anyways and of course Rome notices and he walks over and sits on the bed. Greece just sat there and cried while Rome comforted him.

After about an hour later, Greece managed to calm down and was in Rome's arms. "I'm..I'm sorry I yelled at you Rome..." Greece said. "...I accept" the Roman replied. So they both fell asleep in each other's arms.

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Wales was sitting on top of a building, away from all the noise. Away from England and Scotland fighting non-stop. He looks out in the horizon and sees the water and the sunset. *So pretty* he thought. Just then he heard someone walk up the ladder up onto the roof. He turned around to see Ireland walking up to him.(Not North Ireland btw). "What are you doing up here Iwerddon??" He asked. "Well I'm here to see how you're doing of course!" The Irish man replied. "W..Why me though? Should you go see England or Scotland or even your sister North..?" He replied. "Heh, I wish I could go see my sister again, but you know, England influences her to be like him. But I also just wanted to see you, I don't really like seeing England, and Scotland went out to a bar tonight." Ireland replied back. Wales was actually surprised that someone wanted to actually care about him. He has dealt with no one, other than Britain and Scotland, being kind to him. He thinks those two just pity him of course so he can show his weaknesses. He will never show his weakness again, not after what England did to him. Never, never, never. Little did he know that his thoughts betrayed him and tear fell down.

Well of course Ireland knew. He knows when his friend is hurt. He remembers that day like it was just yesterday, when England hurt Wales. Well of course he wasn't there for the first, but he was there when it happened during the First World War.

                               +•Flashback•+
(Starts with Wales POV and goes to  Ireland's later)
Warning: Abuse, Fighting, Blood, a little bit of r*pe start here

Wales deserved the punishment from England. He knew he was getting one. Including after what happened. Including when he lost that battle against GE. He didn't want to loose, but he did anyways. He knew that England was mad at him when that happened. But weren't they on the same side with Britain? Well yes, but then Wales got mad when they were loosing, so he fought GE himself. He also knew that England was mad about that. While he was thinking, he didn't notice England walking up. "Get up pet." England snarks. Wales hears and obeys. The two countries walk to the basement. Once inside, England throws him onto the ground. "YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID PET?!?" He yells at the smaller countries. Wales whimpers in replied. He then feels a stinging pain on his face and realizes that England just slapped him. "No whimpering pet. I'm going to have so fun with you for your punishment!". Wales looks terrified when he heard England say that. He tries backing away but then backs away into a wall. England walks over to him with a k*ife. Wales whimpers again. The he feels something falling down from his cheek. "What did I say about whimpering?" England whispers in his ear. "T..To not" he stuttered back, scared. "Good pet". Wales cringes from the name. He closes his eyes as he started crying. He the feels hot breath against his neck. He opens his eyes to see Englands mouth on his neck. Tears start falling down me and he feels a bite on his neck. "Now be a good little pet and let me do this." Then Englishmen said as he started kissing the other's neck. Wales reply was a nod and then bit his lip. England noticed and put his lips near his. "I want to hear all those noises. So don't silence them." England said as he got closer. Wales, honestly he was just scared, very very sacred. He then feels lips against his and noticed that England kissed him. He doesn't have time to react when England starts kissing roughly, and not passionately. He then feels his bottom lip getting bit hard enough, that it drew blood. So he opens his mouth and England started French kissing him. It happened for a few minutes until England was out of breath. Wales was about to pass out but then feels his neck getting bit again and let's put a soft whimper.