Title: Unlikely Hero
Summary: Arthur is dragged once again to a disgusting brothel, where he somehow becomes responsible for someone who will change his life in more than one way.
Rating: M! ;D for future yaoi (boyboy) and possible violence, swearing, shota and all that good crap
A/N: :D hello people, MoonlitSatin back to give you this! I give thanks to my dear friend and beta, SasuNaruForever17, who is a great person who got me motivated to start this and created the summery, thought of the name, helped me get minor issues fixed. This is a shout out to you! X3 For the record I do not own Hetalia, just saying. Also if you do not like anything in the rating, please do not read. Thank you and enjoy~
Chapter 1
Rapidly, the blond man's eye twitched as he took in his surroundings.
The lights were dim in the large room, people crowded around tables and on couches, and a musky sent roamed the air like fog. All around one could see skimpily dressed men and women hanging over drunken customers who laughed and flirted like no tomorrow. Out of large speakers a suggestive dance tune blasted, heightening the erotic feeling one was supposed to feel in a brothel.
All in all, Arthur Kirkland was not amused.
Stuffing his hands in his pockets with a grumble he shuffled into the room awkwardly, avoiding the women who winked at him with overly painted faces. He couldn't believe he had let his coworker drag him into a place like this. In his opinion, though he wasn't the richest of men, he was a man with class and dignity, which the brothel was one of the farthest things from that. It wasn't his style so he felt very out of place amongst the setting he was forced into.
For a few minutes he looked for his fellow coworker who had taken off right away at their arrival. After searching the poorly lit room for a certain Frenchman he finally gave up and walked over to the bar.
"Bloody bastard…" Arthur mumbled to himself, taking a seat on a stool that was the most isolated. Without haste he waved over the bartender, asking for the strongest drink they had, not caring at all what it was. He was still mumbling curses when said drink arrived, which he gratefully took and paid for. In one swig he managed to drink half of the bitter liquid and sighed at the warm feeling it created within his body. He leaned forward onto the counter as the alcohol helped relax his tense muscles.
The Englishman had no idea how long he leaned on the counter, staring at nothing in particular, but he was suddenly whisked out of his light haze by a hand running down his spine. Hairs standing on edge he quickly spun around in his seat and came face to face with a larger man who was looking him up and down with a gleam in his glazed eyes. Arthur did not like it one bit.
"Hallo thar," The larger man slurred, hiccuping at the end of his sentence. He leaned towards Arthur, who instantly whiffed the rank smell of beer. "Waz a lil' cutie like yerself doin' n' a place like this?" The man asked with a wink.
It took all of Arthur's willpower not to scream out as the drunken brute draped an arm over his shoulders. The slightly drunk part of him wanted to punch the man but he took a deep breath and rationalized that violence would only lead him to getting kicked out; he couldn't just leave without Francis, the man was his ride.
With another deep breath that almost had him gagging from the man's breath, he calmly said through clenched teeth, "Excuse me sir, but I'm not interested. If you'd be so kind to remove your arm…" He attempted to dislodge the larger man's arm but it persisted to stay connected to him.
"Aww, wat's da matter?" The man breathed against Arthur's ear. "Ya can't just come in a bar like this n' not get anythang."
Arthur's breath hitched in fright and he attempted to wiggle out of the man's touch. When he felt the man's other hand snake its way up his thigh Arthur's morals snapped and he clenched his fist. Almost too fast for his own mind to comprehend said fist bolted into the man's abdomen, knocking the wind out of him and causing him to fall to the ground with a loud thud. Quickly, he got out of his seat and stepped away from the man with a weak smile to the bartender who stared at him with a cross look on his face.
It looked like the bartender wanted to remark but was cut off by a cheering Frenchmen who walked over and patted Arthur on the back while laughing loudly, pulling him away from the scene. Arthur sighed and couldn't help but smile a little, for once glad of Francis's presence.
"Arthur~" Francis sung merrily as he dragged his coworker over to a corner that was deserted except one other presence. He lazily dropped onto the couch, pulling Arthur down with him. "That was a fabulous show! I was worried for a minute when I saw that man getting all over you, but of course you were strong enough to handle yourself."
"Where the bloody hell have you been?" The Englishman shouted at his companion, fury running through his veins. It's his damn fault! He's why I'm here in the first place!
Francis pulled the other presence on the couch against his body with a small laugh as if that explained everything.
Instantly Arthur's eyes widened in shock. The person curled up against Francis was a mere boy, probably no more than fourteen. He had sandy, ruffled hair and the largest blue eyes Arthur had ever seen on a male. Though his body was clothed in a white dress shirt a few sizes too big it was obvious he was very slim from how tiny his wrists looked and how the fabric seemed to devour his form. The boy's blue eyes met Arthur's green ones for second, before his gaze traveled to Francis, whose arm rested against the child's hip.
Once again Arthur's eye twitched and he jumped up from the couch, pointing a finger at his companion, stuttering profanity at the man.
Francis raised an eyebrow. "What is wrong?"
"That's a child, you French swine!" The blond hissed, not wanting to cause too loud of a scene as he had with the man at the bar.
"Your point?"
Slowly, Francis ran his hand down the child's thigh, going back up just as slowly to cup his privates. The look in the child's eyes was a mixture of lust and nervousness.
For Arthur, the final string snapped at the display. Clenching his teeth he grabbed the Frenchman by the shirt collar and pulled him away from the kid, his face bright red in anger. Swiftly his fist pulled back and he punched Francis across the face, sending him flying over the couch and onto another full of women who shrieked at his landing.
"You filthy bastard!" Arthur bellowed at the top of his lungs, grabbing the child's arm and pulling him to himself. "How dare you even think about doing that sort of thing with a mere boy, you vile man? Where the bloody hell is the manager of this joint? I'm not going to stand for this sort of thing!"
Someone tapped him on shoulder, causing him to turn around to come face to face with a tall, broad-shouldered man with light blond hair that was professionally slicked back neatly. His light blue eyes scowled down at Arthur more than his actual scowl, causing the Englishman to flinch back slightly.
"Ja?" The man said, it being obvious he was German. "I'm the owner of this establishment. Do you have a problem sir?"
Arthur visibly gulped, though he puffed out his chest to hide his fear from the more muscular other. "I-I do have a problem sir." He pushed the boy forward. "How dare you have a child working in this establishment? Do you have no morals?"
The German raised an eyebrow and eyed the child for a second before giving a short and humorless laugh. "What are you talking about? That boy has worked here for a few years now. He doesn't complain and is one of our most valuable products. No one has said anything before, so it is not a big deal." The cold tone in the man's voice sent shivers of fear down Arthur's spine.
"W-well it is an issue!" He said with slightly more confidence. "A boy his age should be going to school and playing with others, not selling his body as a prostitute!"
Huffing, the larger man grabbed Arthur's and the child's shoulders, dragging them away from the many eyes that had begun to watch them, mumbling, "We shall discuss this in my private quarters."