Well hello. This is my first fic ever and I don't know if it's a good idea or not ( I may not continue if nobody wants to read it.). Please tell me any mistakes I have made. Thank you.

Summary: AU. Matthew was taken one day. For a decade was forced to sell his body until a big moment occurs. Instead of the victim he is now the criminal. Mentions of rape and human trafficking.

I do not own Hetalia

Chapter one: Welcome to NY

I miss my brother Alfred dearly. We were as close as two brothers could be. Every time I look into my reflection, and look passed the grime on my body, I wonder, if he looks like this now. Many who saw us side to side told us we shared the same face. Some asked if we were twins. It wasn't us who were twins, it was our mothers. We just so happened we were fathered by the same man.

Damn that man to hell for everything for taking them away from us.

Long story short, Al's mom died via drive-by-shooting and mine tried to kill herself. Of course my mom failed but left an everlasting impression since . I still have a fear for guns. Anyway, We were sent thru a barrage of people, court, more shitty houses with ten plus kids in a single house until we had been adopted by Arthur and Francis Kirkland-Bonnefoy. At first I was scared since there was never a father figure in my life so far (Okay, I was only five then but to a small kid like me at the time it seemed like forever). Eventually, we did warm up to them. They showed kindness we hadn't felt since I was three. I kind of wonder how they lived with one another (if they still are), because needless to say, they were polar opposites. I still laugh inside when I think about some of the things that went on during some days.

For two years I was generally happy once more. I swear I was destined to to die early. A few months before I turned seven, someone called home. Later that same day, Francis and Arthur (Or should it still be Papa and Dad?) they asked us if I wanted to go see Clarissa, my mother who has fallen very sick, I ran to my room and cried. I was scared to see her. All that blood, yells and...

"Hey, you're not dead yet are you?" A man's teasing voice broke my thoughts. It took me a second to remember where I was. Ah right, my "room". Judging from the small foot wide window above me by a few feet I realized it's finally morning, thank God. Please God, if you can hear me, please give me a hour more of resting on this bed. "Hey!" The man pounded on the door. That voice... My body tensed after I realized it was him. I can feel him smirk behind that concrete door separating the two of us. Thanks, God, you came through for me again, not.

With a shallow breath I replied."N-no Sir." My throat felt rough and dry. It's been three days without food or water. I'm being punished for his doing. The fresh bruises he placed still etched in my skin leaving me less desirable to the clients thus less of a profit.

Slowly, I pushed back my pain coursing throughout my body and slowly at sat on the mattress that was once white but now was a grayish color with a few brown spots and other "stains" as you can imagine. Moments later, the latches on the door were undone and he entered. Threw at me a bottled water and a cold danish you find at those gas station stores for those on the run.

"Eat." He commanded. Oh fuck. Well I'm forced to do that later but yeah, "Eat" in his words mean, 'We are leaving now or you'll regret it later'. I learned the hard way, twice before I got the message across my head. Grabbing the food which will be considered breakfast, lunch, and perhaps dinner, I lifted myself up (my back screams), grabbed Kumajirou (my stuffed polar bear) and followed in tow.

Compared to others, I have been here a long time in the human trafficking ring and one thing is for certain, you have no idea what country they will take you next. Currently, I'm being traded off. Judging by the amount of time I stayed in the crate (like my back didn't hurt already), I guess across seas to the Americas. I'm not sure whether it's a good thing or not. At least, he's not my "owner" anymore. I now I have a fat slob as one. He has a twinkle in his eye (and a Twinkie in his hands). I grimaced. 'Well at least I only have to serve one person today.' Was my first thing that rolled in my mind. Unlike him, I was given at least a store bought sandwich, only eating the meat and anything else that may rotten by day's end not knowing if I would have food in the next day. Like him, he also thought my bear was funny (it only said "who?" or "who are you?"), so I was able to keep it. The room was better off; there was a sheet on the bed.

The bed was better too when it was "tested". Surprisingly, the fat man was gentle with me but that feeling quickly faded. He's one of those who brings false sense of security until they take it away. Jackasses, the lot of them. At least I got some information from him. It was August of 2011. One more year before the America Government declares me an adult and the same amount of time for me to live at most. It also makes nine years and three months since I saw my brother smile. I may never see it again. My new owner (which I have now dubbed "Twinkie"), unlike the previous one, made me go out to the streets unlike waiting for the clients to come to me in my room. I knew the risks of this type of prostitution. Some don't have to wear condoms, some will leave the deepest scares you have ever seen, and some will kill you and leave your body in a nearby alleyway.

"Anything goes." Twinkie said before throwing me into the night. When he left I tried to find anything to know where I was. It was somewhere in North America from he can tell by the language other streetwalkers talked. I looked into the sky. Only the brightest stars barely made it through the lights of the city.

"Hey, need some help?" I turned around to see to woman in those skimpy clothes, just enough to cover what needed to be covered. She came up to me and wrapped her arm around my waist and pulled me close. I turned red and she laughed. "Let me guess, Garbanzo's new toy?"

"Uh, who-"

"The fat man with the pointy mustache."

"Oh, I call him Twinkie." At this she laughed louder. The brunette gave me a kiss and let go of me.

"I like ya already. Name's Cynthia and welcome to the Big Apple, well, close enough." My eyes widen. Luckily she did not see it as she blabbed about something. "We since I made my pay today, I'll help ya out since yer new and all." She smiled. I nodded.

"Hello New York, did you miss me? I'm back." I said to myself before walking these sex driven streets to sell my body again to those who want it.

"Did you say something?"

"No, it's nothing..."

End of chapter

Don't worry Cynthia probably won't be back again.

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