Papa!EnglandxReaderxUncle!AmericaxUncles!UK Part1

~Your P.O.V.~
  "Run, ___!" my father yelled. I looked at him getting beaten by these men wearing taddered clothing and bandanas. I grabbed the gun and refilled it with amo and stood up, shaking.
  "Get the girl! Now!" one of them yelled. Then five men were coming at me all at once and beat me with a crowbar, knife, and bats. Basically anything that they could find. I shot them and struggled to stand up. I could only see out of my right eye beings my left eye was bruised and bloody. I looked and limped over to my father whom was barely breathing. I knelt down to my half-dead father.
  "P-papa...hang in there please." I said just above a whisper. I could feel the tears running down my cheeks. I can't lose my father to a stupid gang like I lost my other family members! I refuse! He carefully took his thumb and wipped away my tears and smiled a faint smile.
  "P-pl-...please ___, just ru-run. S-save your s-s-self...d-daddy loves...y-you..." with that said his hand fell. He wasn't breathing at all now. I kissed him on the cheek and nodded.
  "Will do Papa. I will." I stood up the best I could to only have a bunch more men smirk at me. I growled. I was pissed. They killed my father. I knew I couldn't fight in the condition I was in so I just slowly backed away from them all heading towards the door. I held my gun up at them shakingly. "D-don't you dare come any closer you bastards!" I growled.

  One of them smirked. "Well aren't you a fiesty one? Gotta say, you're pretty damn hot. Why don't we have some fun?" he asked creeply smiling. I shot him and started running out the fastest I could crying quietly into the dark woods. "OW! You little bitch! Catch her and kill her!" was all I heard. I kept running deeper and deeper into the woods. It seemed like hours, I had to finally sit down. I was out of breathe, tired, scared, upset, pissed off. I sat down, more like collapsing on the ground and leaned against a big tree. Then it started to rain so I cried so more. I heard somebody coming, but couldn't get up quick enough and I only had one bullet in my gun so if I missed then that was it so I waited to see who it was. I looked around, but it was heard beings it was like nine o' clock at night. All of a sudden my gun was taken and somebody grabbed my hair and slammed my head repeatly against the tree trunk.

  "Think you can shoot me and get away you little bitch?!" Oh shit. It was him. I was loosing alot of blood. I knew it. I kept getting dizzier and dizzer. "I think you better think again you slut!" he yelled as he pinned me to the tree trunk and started unbuttoning my jeans slipping his hands inside my underwear. I cried more. I didn't know what to do. Nobody was around to help me and I was too weak right now to push him off. Somebody, anybody, if you are out there, help me! I soon passed out

                                                                             ~Engand's P.O.V.~
  I couldn't sleep because of that bloody twit, America, and that damn alien friend, Tony, of his, playing video games screaming. So, I put my usual outfit on and walked to the living room and went to walk out. "Yo broah, where are you going? It's nine o' clock and it's really dark out dude." I turned around and glared at him. So loud and annoying.
  "I am going to go take a walk in the woods since you and your friend there are keeping me up with your useless video games." I told the bloody wanker. Really. I don't see how he turned out so loud, and stupid with a gentleman like myself as his gardian. I glared at Tony who was glareing at me. He was probably calling me a bastard or something in his mind. America looked at us and smiled.
  "Ok Artie! Don't get lost out there broah!" he said as if he didn't realize Tony and I were glareing at each other with hate in both of eyes. I then stopped and turned my attention to America.

"I told you not to call me that you git!" I yelled then turned around and walked out of the door closing it. Fresh air. How refreshing. I wonder where Flying Mint Bunny and the others are? Hm. I don't recall seeing them at all today. I shrugged off the thought and walked through the woods. I soon stopped when I heard a man's rough voice. Something about, 'thinking you could shoot me and get away with it' and 'better think again you slut.' My eyes widened when I heard crying as well. I ran towards the crying which seemed to sieze and seen a really thin guy wearing only boxers and a passed out little girl who was pretty cute. Well of what I could see of her in this darkness anyhow. I seen a gun and picked it up, aiming it at the man.

  "Unhand her now!" I told him. Any man that does this to a poor defensless girl should be punished! He looked at me.
  "Whoa man." he said as he slowly got away from her. I ran over and held onto her still aiming the gun at him. "No need to fight." he said. I snarled.
  "What were you doing to her?" I growled, glareing at him.
  "Nothing. Just playing." he said.
  I pulled the trigger shooting him in the chest. "Wrong answer." He fell to the ground trying to breathe. I notice that there were no more bullets in the gun so I threw it on the ground. After that I took my jacket off and put it over the girl noticing she wasn't wearing a shirt or pants. I also had notice cuts, her head was bleeding, many bruises, and shots. I picked her up and started running back to the house. I have to help her! She's breathing but not very well.

  Soon, I got to the house and ran in ignoring Tony and America's odd looks and ran to my room and back out to Tony and America. "Alfred, help me out. And get the First-Aid Kit! Now!" I yelled as I ran back to my room to the girl. "Just keep breathing. Please, keep breathing.  Next thing I knew, America was by my side with the First-Aid Kit. I removed my jacket which was now soaked in blood and starts cleaning and tending to her wounds.
  "Arite, what happened? Where did the dudette come from?" he asked.
  "I don't know! I explain later! Just help me!" For once he did what I asked and helped me clean and tend her wounds. After we were finished I puts one of my long sleved under shirts I wear underneath my suit jacket and covered her up in my bed and kissed her on the forehead. She groaned.
  "Daddy...no...help..." she said in her sleep. I then frowned and walked downstairs to explain everything to America.