The spotlight took center stage, with the announcer's arm emphasizing the items for sale. It was a charity event, for the homeless. The auction prizes were homeless themselves, and would stay at your home as long as you wished- if you even brought them home.

It was a sizable diner hall, filled to the brim with circular tables. Eight per seat, each one with at least a million at their easy disposal.

Alfred seat in the back, fiddling with his fork. His dad forced him to come to the event, 'To show the public you care, son!'. Matthew, Alfred's brother, came more willingly. Both were in tuxes, women hovering him. "Hey! Lady! Go away! We are trying to pay attention here!" The female was practically on top of the younger sibling, Alfred shooing the female away.

Not that the American would admit openly to anyone but...He prefer guys to chicks for that reason. His dad was leaning to the homophobic side- so only Matt knew. Luckily, he was the same way, and avoided the awkward moments.

"$1,000 ON THE BLOCK! WE HAVE A MALE, EARLY TWENTIES! BLONDE WITH EMERALD EYES! LADIES! YOU KNOW YOU WANT THIS!"

A couple bids shouted through the crowd. Alfred's attention was caught when he heard a distinctive Russian accent go though the room. "Commie Bastard.." The duo were sworn enemies since younglings- just a whack with the rattle too far. If it's completion he wanted- Ivan was going to get it.

"5 GRAND!" He slammed his hands down on the table, standing up.

'Ivan' nodded, and brought the price up to $6,000.

"$10,000!" He didn't even know what he was betting on- just wanted to beat the purple-eyed monster. Matthew was trying to calm him down, "A-alfred..d-don't do this.."

"15 THOUSAND MULLAS! DO I HEAR A 15,500?" The bidder shouted out, and it was raised again.

"$20,000!" Alfred shouted in, hopefully winning it.

A woman jumped in, voice shrill, "$25,000!"

"GOD DAMMNIT! $30,000!"

Ivan stood up, with the ever present smile.

"$50,000."

"60 GRAND!" He felt furious, how did the Commie think he could out pay this hero?

"70." Ever calm, never any other expression.

"75!" He could do a thousand more, boy his dad was going to be pissed! But the only thing that mattered was that he won.

The lady from before called in, "75, five hundred!"

Fuck it all!

"76 thousand! AND THAT'S FINAL!"

The bidder asked if anyone was going to go higher, and no one did.

Arthur Kirkland, who's body was up for the bidding, could only shrink back. He didn't feel like he was even worth a dollar in his own mind..but 76,000 dollars..? It killed him. His family at home kicked him out because they didn't see his worth either.

One less mouth to feed.

The reason he was even up there was out of a bet, who would rank more money if anything. He won, the Frenchman only got a couple thousand. The suit they forced him into magically got tighter and hotter. With each rising grand he felt himself get smaller and smaller- till the final prize shook him to his bones.

Alfred collapsed back into the chair, grinning to himself. The younger sibling could only stare in horror. How could his brother spend that much on a single human being...The Russian approached the twins, smiling at it all.

"Congratulations, Alfred. You just wasted seventy six thousand dollars on a man who doesn't even care for you. Say hello to your father for him." The taller man patted the smaller's back, and left the room.

What. The. Fuck. Did. I. Just. Do.

That thought hit him in the face, how was he going to make up that up to his dad. "Oh fuck, Matty I'm screwed.." He buried his face into his palms, what he would have to do just make it up.

It was all the Commie's fault.

Why he lost his first girlfriend, why his dad preferred Ivan to him, why he lost his virg- Whoa whoa, he didn't do that. But that monster would try to steal that too.

Because he stole eveeeeeeeeerything.

His prize of the night came up to him, with a bow on tied neatly on each eyebrow. All Alfred could do was laugh, and not even try to hide it. "Duuude, what happened to your face? Those thingys make me want to hug you to death!" Dumbfounded he tried to touch the caterpillars, but instantly shot down.

"Touch them and I'll cut off that cowlick of your's." The Brit barely knew the man and he was already icing insults at him. "NOT NANTUCKET!" Alfred shoke his new prize, crying (fake) on his shoulder. He groaned in defeat, this was going to be a memorable experience.

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Matty was busy with a bid, and what he bought was some stupid guy with long blonde hair. He was smarter with his money, spending no more then 5,000 on him.

Alfred thought if he was going to spend this much in someone, then he was going to have fun.

They newly found team came out bridal style, the man with the bows fighting the whole time about wanting to be put down.

In the ride back, the one who was carrying was past out on the Briton's shoulder. It took several punches to the chest to even get him moving- and not even fully out of the car.

"Artie.." He rubbed his face into the older man's chest, despite the forcing away. "What, prat?" 'Artie' snapped at him.

"I want you to sleep with me.-yawn monsters are gonna get me.." He leaned completely on him, eyes opened in little slivers.

The Briton blushed deeply till he heard the last part, then sighed. "Where's your room?"

Alfred pointed at the stairs of the mansion, then moved itself to the right. "You're a giant piece of a lard..I hope you know that." Arthur started up the stairs, making sure he hit each stair with his head. The only reason he hadn't ran out of the house once he was free of grasp, was the fact he owed the American his life.

They made it to the bed, and Alfie was tossed onto it, and speaking nonsense about junk foods. The American pulled the Brit into his strong hold, and was not allowed to move because of the bear hug he was in. Alfred intertwined his way in, themselves forming a knot out of string.

Arthur did not get a single wink of sleep that night.

All thanks to a certain American's dimwittedness.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I got this idea while watching TV, oh my, should I continue this?

'ttakebathesanyway!America and grumpyoldmanwhocan'tgetlaidbecauseI'mhomeless!England are always fun to write xD

It would be funny to see Arthur try to escape xD Then Alfred drag him back…oh boy.. ;D

Review! I need to know if I should continue this xD