Sorry I haven't posted even though I told myself I was meant to post 5 yesterday's ago I'm an awful person ;;;;;;u;;;;;;;; I should have finished the England X Reader before this but I didn't ;7; I have to post and read over this really quickly because my family and I are going on holiday to Wales from England tomorrow, or today depending when you read. I have no idea whether we're going to have good Internet or not, so if it's crappy, I probably won't post for a week. Hopefully, it is good internet though, because I love to hear from you guys!

I'll buy all souvenirs (maybe, I have no money uwu)

Anyway, enjoy!

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(F/N) felt a warmth like no other. She snuggled into what she assumed to be bedsheets, forgetting about everything else around her and just focusing on the wonderful feeling she had. She could hear voices from a distance away.

"What do we do when she wakes up?" One soft voice asked.

"We'll need to patch up her wounds first." A deeper voice replied.

"And she needs a bath, she's got dirt all over her." A young voice sighed.

"Emil!" The soft voice said in a scolding tone.

"The King of Europe will look after her!" A loud voice shouted. "Plus she's pret-" The loud voice was cut off and replaced with the sound of choking.

"I'll look after her." A colder, more monotone voice said.

"O-Of course you will Nor!" The loud voice managed to squeeze out while presumably still being choked. "Someone's fallen in loovvee- ack!" The voice was cut off again, until after a couple of seconds the silence was replaced by coughing. Footsteps came closer and (F/N) felt the bed or perhaps sofa she was lying on sink as a new weight was added to it. Then she felt a hand being placed on the top of her head and stroke her hair lightly. (F/N)'s body instantly tensed at the touch, though she regretted it instantly.

"Is she waking up?" The softer voice asked, getting louder as its bearer came closer. Now (F/N) couldn't pretend to be asleep any longer. Now she'd have to face them, they'd realise they didn't want her and they'd throw her out. She opened her eyes and saw five people crowded around her with curious eyes. She instantly felt uncomfortable at the closeness of them and sat up, shuffling as far back into the couch as she could. She closed her eyes tight and covered her head in fear to try to protect herself from any hits they might throw.

"Don't worry! We just want to help you, sweetie!" The soft voice said, holding out his hands cautiously. (F/N) opened her eyes slightly to peak at the five males. The one who had tried to calm her down had violet eyes and soft blonde hair. His face looked kind and he gave (F/N) a smile as their eyes met. The second one stood right behind the first, he had a cold gaze that made (F/N) shrink back even more. Apart from that, he had blonde hair and blue, steely eyes.

The next had spiky blonde hair and joyful blue eyes. He had a mischievous grin pasted on his face and was rubbing his neck; he was probably the one who had been choking. A smaller teen was stood next to him with a slightly fed up look on his face. His hair was platinum blonde and his eyes were purple. A puffin sat comfortably on his shoulder with a red bow tie tied around its neck. Finally the last was sat next to (F/N). His icy, blue-eyed gaze bore into her making her heart skip a beat. It didn't take long to realise this was the same man who'd found her earlier. The man she'd described as an angel. His hair was blonde and had a hair curl extending to the side as well as a yellow cross hair pin in his hair. His eyes were emotionless.

(F/N) shrunk back as the attention was concentrated fully on her. Panic arose in her chest and she felt tears fill her eyes.

".. I-I'm sorry.. Please don't hurt me.." She stuttered out, her voice barely a whisper. The five all gave her looks of pity.

"We won't hurt you, we just want to help you." The kind man said trying to reassure the terrified girl. She looked up to meet his eyes and he smiled at her again. She looked around at all of them and none of them looked threatening or looked like they wanted to hurt her. She slowly nodded her head and dropped her arms, then hugging her knees tight to her chest.

"What's your name?" The spiky haired man asked with a grin, creeping a little closer to the girl. She averted her gaze from him and bit her lip to stop her eyes from filling with tears again.

"You're making her uncomfortable you stupid Dane." The man sat next to her said, sending a glare to the man labeled as 'Stupid Dane.' He laughed sheepishly and took a few steps back. (F/N) still refused to say anything to the strange group of men. They all exchanged glances at a loss of what to do.

"Ur.. Wel, my name's Tino! These are my brothers, Berwald, Matthias, Emil and Lukas!" The man named Tino explained, pointing to each of his brothers. Though (F/N) still refused to tell them her name. What if they just wanted to take her back to her mother and brother? They'd find out who she was then they'd toss her back.

"Why don't we get her patched up, it can't be comfortable sat there with all those wounds." Tino suggested. (F/N) gazed at them cautiously. They wanted to patch up her wounds? Then would they take her back? The man named Lukas nodded his head in agreement.

"She'll have to take a bath first, she's still got some dirt and dried blood on her." He added on. "I'll help her." He stated, making (F/N) instantly feel nervous. Though she didn't try to resist. Lukas stood up and held his hand out to (F/N) who eyed it cautiously.

"Come on, I won't hurt you, I just want to help you clean up all the cuts you've got." He explained in a somewhat calming voice. (F/N) looked into his eyes, trying to find some sort of sign that he was lying. That he was just like the others, he'd hurt her, he'd beat her, he was evil too. But she found nothing, no emotion at all. She had nothing but her own experiences with people to go off. Reluctantly, she held out her hand and met it with his. He pulled her up and helped her walk up the stairs and into the bathroom. He filled the bath with warm water, and she could see the steam indicating it was hot. (F/N) frowned, she hated hot baths. At home, the baths, when she was allowed to get them, were either freezing cold or scorching hot. This was going to hurt. The water stopped flowing as Lukas turned the taps off.

"You'll have to take off your clothes to get in, but I'll turn around." He said, turning his back to the nervous girl. She carefully removed the rag she had as clothes after debating whether or not to do as he says. She eventually came to the conclusion of she didn't do as he said, she'd only be hurt more. She slowly dipped her toe in the bath, preparing for it to burn her wounds. But it didn't.

She let her foot be enveloped by the water, slightly shocked that the water wasn't burning her. It was.. Warm. It wasn't scorching hot like at home. It felt nice. She dipped her other foot in and sat down in the bath, her back turned towards Lukas so he couldn't see her front. Once he knew she was in the bath, he turned around to help her wash herself. He wanted to make her feel as comfortable as possible, but he didn't want to leave her alone to wash herself. He didn't know whether she even could. She was so frail and seemed incapable of doing anything by herself.

He was shocked to the sight that greeted him. The poor girl had scars as well as cuts all over her back. Some of them looked like scars from being whipped. He assumed the front was just as worse. The most noticeable scar started at her left shoulder blade and ran down all the way down across to her hip. The next few minutes were spent in silence as Lukas washed the poor girl. She still winced every time he made contact with her and it made Lukas wonder what she'd been through. Who had hurt her so badly she didn't even trust anyone enough to give them her name? They hurt her so badly she was afraid of every touch. Unknowingly, Lukas had began tracing the scar on her back lightly with his finger. He noticed what he was doing when she began trembling in fear.

"I'm sorry." He stated. "I don't know who hurt you, and I'm not going to make you tell me." He sighed as he dropped his hand back down to his side. "But we're trying to help you, so please let us." He explained. The girl had stopped trembling and Lukas could tell his words had at least done something. After all, her wounds were cleaned up, soap suds still were scattered around her body and hair.

"Close your eyes, you don't want to get soap in them." Lukas told her, grabbing a small bucket of water so he could wash off all the soap. She did as he told her and then felt warm water rush down her body. The water washed off all the soap and it drifted to the water left in the bathtub. The water had turned red with blood and had a slight tinge of brown from the dirt poor (F/N) was covered in.

Lukas handed her a towel and told her he'd wait outside the bathroom until she was done drying and dressing herself with some of his younger brothers' pyjamas. Emil was the youngest and also the smallest; his clothes were the only ones that'd fit the poor girl. Her wounds were patched up too.

Once she was done she opened the door to see Lukas patiently waiting outside leaning against the wall. He took her hand and lead her to her new room. It was a simple spare room and Lukas was slightly confused by the look on her face as she entered the room. She had a look of disbelief on her face and simply uttered:

"A-Are you sure I-I can stay in this room?" She gave him an uneasy look and it just added to the feeling that she was harshly mistreated. She didn't even get a proper bed. Lukas nodded his head and reassured her. He led her to her bed and let her lie down. The look of slight happiness on her face was really adorable. It looked like the first time she'd been in a proper bed even for her age and Lukas wasn't sure whether to pity her and be happy that he'd found her and that she was with him and his brothers now. He still didn't understand this weird attachment he had to her, but her face that showed happiness, even if she wasn't completely smiling, still led him to believe she was some sort of fallen angel. Her face really was that innocent and her adorable voice matched.

"Good night, if you need me I'm in the room next door Miss." He said, unsure of what else to call her since she still hadn't given a name. Before he could leave, he felt her hand tug at his sleeve. He peered back at her to see what she needed and was instantly met with her beautiful (E/C) eyes. His heart rate increased but he managed to suppress the blush that threatened the spread across his cheeks.

"I-It's (F/N).." She muttered. "My name is (F/N).." Lukas felt a sense of accomplishment. He'd managed to gain enough of her trust to learn her name.

"Well then, goodnight (F/N)." He gave her a small smile before turning the light off and leaving the room.

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Things could have totally gotten saucy there as some weird lemon, but they didn't... RIP you perverts

Click HERE for the alternate intense lemon scene! Just kidding there's no way I can write lemons even though I'm as dirty minded as most of you guys owo

Anyway, see you in a week, or maybe in a couple of days!