Serving Time - A UsUk fanfiction

by Dontstealmywifi

After failing in his attempts to shoplift, Arthur Kirkland, a convicted drug dealer and addict, is arrested and forced face-to-face with a handsome young police officer- Alfred F. Jones. Through impossible odds, their love for each other begins to grow into something... else. Two years in prison sounds incredibly boring, but Arthur is sure he can find ways to pass the time...(smut)

1. Prologue

Hi, everyone, and welcome to my first ever fanfiction! This one is Hetalia (UsUk mainly,) but I may or may not throw in some other characters at random. Keep in mind that this is my first ever attempt at writing stuff like this, so please be kind J. Favouriting, Reviewing and following my account is always massively appreciated! But enough of that stuff. Just a warning- THIS STORY IS RATED M FOR A REASON. SMUTTY SMUT SMUT! I haven't written any yet but it will be soon to come.

Enjoy!

Arthur stared down at the ground nonchalantly and pretended like all was well. Clenching his wrists inside his large blue shirt pockets, he carried on perusing the back shelves in his oversized uniform. If he could pull this off, life would be good. Just a few more nudges with the back of his elbow and the box would fall straight into his pocket- simple.

Well, easier said than done. Arthur seemed to be bad at a lot of things, from cooking to washing dishes to even having a bath, and now he could also add shoplifting to the list.

Great.

Still, he had hope for this. If he could just have another pack of cigs by tonight, he'd be happy. Luckily he had found a petrol station close to his caravan and applied there, and here he was now- an idiot drug-addict employee in a deadbeat Bristol 7-11 trying his hardest to steal a packet of Marlboros.

Just one more nudge…

"What the hell are you doing?!" Shouted John, Arthur's boss.

Crap.

Sliding over the counter, he made a dash for the sliding door, only to slam his face into the clear blue-tinted glass. He'd rammed his head into the top of an ice-cream compartment instead. How high was he?

And before he knew it, Arthur was outside the station with his hands raised high above his head, his bloodstream practically overflowing with heroine and that single packet of cigarettes he had worked so hard to steal firmly tucked in his back pocket. Blood pulsed through his brain as he stood in a daze, unfazed by the shouting of the police and his employer. It seemed like every time he blinked, time would fast-forward. Soon the sun in the sky had faded to just a dim line above the horizon and he was shoved into the paddy-wagon of that dreaded Government vehicle. Slowly, the car began to roll away, leaving that precious packet of cigarettes behind along with his hopes…