I do not own Hetalia axis powers.

Warning violence, sex, drug abuse.


Two Lonely Children

What would you do if you were ignored by your family and friends? What would you do if your cries for help went ignored? Would you bring a gun or a knife to school? Would you run away? Would you steal something? Mathieu Williams sold himself. He desired the feeling of being loved so much he became a prostitute on the cold harsh streets of New York City. And so caught the attention of one of the most notorious crime bosses in the city, Ivan Braginsk, head of the Russian Mafia. This is the story of how two lonely children found each other in a dark cold world.

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Matthew knew it wasn't really his parent's fault that they didn't have time for him, it was just that they both had full time jobs as a pair of New York's finest and his twin Alfred, Alfred was a handful. He was always getting into fights, skipping school, failing test sneaking in to clubs and on and on. Not that he was a bad person, he loved helping people he wanted to be everybody's hero. He just had a lot of energy. And his parents jobs were all so stressful, they were both full time detectives fighting organised crime in New York after all. And being a regular street cop is bad enough without being a detective. Really it wasn't their fault

It still hurt though.

Matthew couldn't count the number of times they had forgotten his parent teacher meetings because they were either working on a case or Alfred had done something stupid again. They wouldn't even glance at his tests when he had gotten a perfect score, they would just absentmindedly tell him he did a good job and when he would tell them that they hadn't even looked they would apologise and say they would look at it later. But later just never seemed to come. They were always too busy for their youngest son. Matthew always told himself it wasn't their fault but as time went on those words seemed to lose their comfort and Matthew began to try and get his parents attention. He would purposely fail tests; he would get into fights and skip school. But his reputation preceded him; he was the good twin, the one you could always count on and trust. The teachers would let him off with only a warning when he fought, if he missed a class they all trusted that he had a good reason and let him off without calling his parents and when he failed a test the teachers were all too happy to help him prepare and let him retake the test. He was after all the one you could trust to always have a good reason for something and was worth spending the extra time helping. So eventually he stopped trying.

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The straw that broke the camel's back happened in early march of his second year of high school when Alfred burst through the door one day proudly waving a ratty wrinkled piece of paper above his head.

"GUESS WHAT! I GOT A 72% ON A HISTORY TEST!" Alfred shouted as he bounded into the living room still wearing his shoes.

"Really!" Francis squealed hoping up reaching for the test that Alfred passed to him chest puffed out proudly.

"That's my boy." Arthur said proudly going to stand by his husband to look at the test. Matthew stood up and walked over to the see the test his brother had managed to get more than a 52% on. It was one of the tests that Mrs. Harris gives out all multiple choice questions.

"Yeah I totally forgot about it but since I'm the hero managed to get an awesome mark anyway!" Alfred bragged Matthew could swear he saw his brother's huge ego grow even larger at his self praise.

"This is wonderful Alfred! Let's go out to dinner and a movie to celebrate!" Francis exclaimed seeming to not hear the part where Alfred informed his family that this mark was really just pure dumb luck.

That was when Matthew for the first time in his life truly felt hatred for his family, especially Alfred. He always studied for at least a week in advance for all his tests, hard work was how he always managed to keep his marks in the high 90's and yet his parents never took him out or did anything special! But when ever Alfred managed to score something past a 60 they always made a big deal out of it and took him out. Matt felt his eyes burn. NO! NO! He WOULD NOT cry!

"Matthew come on let's go!" Alfred shouted breaking Matt out of his thoughts as he bounced up and down in excitement.

"I can't Al," no, Matt wouldn't go with them. He would never again celebrate Alfred's dumb luck when his own hard work never went rewarded he promised himself. "I promised I'd tutor Feliciano tonight, there's a test tomorrow in economics and he wants my help." Matthew lied easily, he had gotten good at lying at pretending nothing was wrong and he was happy.

"Awe, come ooooooon!" Alfred whined.

"Sorry Al, maybe next time."
"Fiiiiine! Let's go pops Mattie has to tutor Feli!"

"We'll bring you back some desert mon petiet Mathieu" Francis called, Matt knew they wouldn't.

When they were gone Matt felt his eyes start to burn again. No! He. Would. Not. Cry!

Through sheer will alone he managed to hold in his tears.

He looked around the now empty apartment; he needed to go for a walk to cool down. A walk he decided would make him feel better. He went to the closet and took out his winter jacket picked up his wallet and house keys and left.

Matthew had walked around New York for about an hour but he still didn't feel any better and he still felt like crying. He felt invisible and unloved. He leaned up against a wall just inside an alley way to try and get a hold on his emotions, closing his eyes and taking deep breaths. Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder he looked up into the face of the man who had startled him. The man was looked at Matthew with something that he just couldn't recognise in his eyes. "Hey kid you alone?" Matthew slowly nodded slightly weary of the man but feeling to depressed to truly care. "Ya wanna go somewhere and have some fun kid? I'll pay ya." Matt stared at this man he was offering him money to have sex with him? Matthew's first reaction was to say no and get away from there but his second was why not. He looked at the man again; he was about the same age as his fathers with short brown hair, with a few grey hairs thrown in. Well why not if he couldn't get any real affection from his fathers who were too busy with their jobs and Alfred to care than why not see if he could get any affection from this man he didn't look like a bad person. "S...sure" Matthew whispered his voice barely audible. The stranger smiled. "Great." He took Matthews arm and leaded him further into the alley.

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The man roughly dragged Mathew into the alley and pushed him behind a dumpster.

"Drop your pants." the stranger ordered.

Mathew obeyed undoing the button and letting his pants pool around his ankles. In a bruising grip the man grabbed his shoulder and slammed Matthew into the wall. He heard metal clinking as the stranger's belt was undone then a zipper being pulled down and the rustle of fabric.

His only warning before the man's dick was roughly shoved inside of him. The pain was so much that Mathew couldn't even scream but only let out a strangled gasp. The man gave him no time to adjust to the sudden intrusion in his body but quickly pulled out and slammed back in setting up a quick rough pace occasionally delivering insults and a sharp slap to Matthew's ass. Not caring that he was tearing the skin around Matthew's hole or that it was blood that was making the boy's hole slippery.

"You like that you little slut?" the man questioned as he pounded into Matthew slapping his ass. "Yeah you like it ya little bitch!" He continued to insult and spank Matthew as he pounded away.

After a few minutes of roughly pounding into the tight hole, the man pulled out grabbed Matthew to spin him around once again. Matthew was not ready for this action and fell to the grimy ground just in time to get a face full of cum.

"Thanks for the fuck whore." The man sneered before dropping a fifty dollar bill on to Matthew doing up his pants and walking away.

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Mathew drew in a shuddering breath trying to hold back his sobs. He slowly drew his knees up to his come covered face and began to sob into them. His body hurt so much but that wasn't why he was crying. No he was crying because he liked it. It wasn't that he had liked that the man had hit him, hurt him, called him names and insulted him, he loved that the man had seen him, actually seen him something that his family had never been able to do.

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When Matthew had stopped crying he slowly lifted his hips and pulled his pants back up, hissing at the pain in his lower back. Next he removed his sweater and used it to wipe the cum off his face. Once that was done he tried to stand.

After several failed attempts he finally managed to stand up. Knowing he would never be able to walk home like this he picked up the fifty dollar bill and staggered out of the alley to hail a cab.

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Once Matthew had stumbled into the apartment he quickly put his dirty cum covered sweater to soak hoping to get rid of the stains before Alfred and his parents got home. Once he had put his shirt to soak he got in the shower and proceeded to clean himself.

A half hour after he had gotten out of the shower and put his sweater in the washing machine his family got home.

"How was diner?"He asked

"IT WAS AWESOME!" Alfred exclaimed "We went to McDonalds and I got a Big Mac!"Alfred continued to babble about dinner and what he had and how hamburgers were gonna save the world.

"Oh mon Mathieu" Francis cooed looking at his youngest guiltily. "We forgot to get you a desert."

"It's ok Papa." Matthew said, a fake smile splashed across his face, "I'm not hungry. Actually I'm pretty tiered. So I think I'll just go to bed now."

"All right then" Arthur said "Good night son."

"Bon nuit mon patit lapin" Francis cooed.

"Good night Papa, night Dad" Matthew kissed each of his fathers good night before retreating from the people he had come to despise.

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The next night Matthew told his fathers he was going to the library to study. Instead he went out to once again wander the streets of New York and when a stranger approached him and asked him how much he was he smiled sweetly at him and named his price and so Matthew William Bonfroy's life of prostitution began.

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The first time Matthew sold himself it hadn't been planed, it had merely been him craving for attention. Any kind of attention and when someone had finally offered it to him he grabbed it with both hands.


All right this fic is probably gonna be a dark one and right now it isn't a priority so review please.