Hard Targets

by HarmonyBlades

I really don't know what it is about you that draws me in so much. It could be any number of things, from your sense of humour to your wit... or perhaps it's just the fact that you're a hard target.

Hey there, everyone! This is my first Fic I've posted, and I hope you all enjoy it! WARNING: there WILL be smut in later chapters, due to the nature and location of the setting.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, nor any associated characters. This is being written for fun, not profit

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In the hustle and bustle of New York City, there was one large building that attracted the attention of one particular cultural subgroup. It was a club that went by the name of Hard Targets, and catered to the needs of the BDSM community. Its proprietor, one Francis Bonnefoy by name, wanted it to be a safe haven for those of the lifestyle who had nowhere else to go. One of the rare twenty-four/seven establishments, it had plenty of beds for those who stayed too late, and private rooms for the paid Doms. Inherited from his mentor, Francis decided that it needed revamping, a new start. So he turned to his old college roommate to help him, offering him the one thing he desired most in the world in exchange for his help. The quiet young man contemplated it only for a minute or two before giving the Frenchman a smile and nodded his assent. The two men shook each others' hands, their agreement struck.