Story Title: Let the Dice Roll Twice
Rating: M/18
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia nor the Cardverse/Omegaverse ideas. I'm just a fan.
Summary: England and Italy find themselves in a bad pickle once their carriage is taken over by the Jokers. England seems to know a lot about his capture and the battle ensues between them. However, Italy finds himself in fear of his new master.
Chapter one
Screams of fear sounded as a carriage was pushed over its side. Both occupants smacked into the left side, rendering the one unconscious and the other struggling to push himself up. As the blond man fought to get up, the door was ripped open. Standing above them was the very attacker; Prussia of the Clubs Kingdom. His cocky grin and rough shape made England quiver in fear. There wasn't much that he could do with his friend both as weak as him and unconscious.
The Jokers pulled them out one by one. They threw him on the ground and chained him to their carriage. Pulling his friend out, he heard the leader groan in disapproval. Italy had a patch of blood dripping from his head wound from hitting it off a piece of steal. England knew that groan of disapproval. They were the loot and one of them was damaged. They both were councilmen sons of the Kingdom of Hearts, but now they were going to be slaves; sold to the highest bidder.
He watched as Italy was tossed on the ground in front of him. He wanted desperately to grab hold of his friend, but the chains made him unable. "Please Master Joker, don't hurt my friend. We shall comply. Please."
Another member of the crew smacked him, which cause him to be punched in the face by the Master. "This one has been ruin quite enough. I actually want to make money from these two. It's bad enough I'm only getting two hundred pounds for the brunette."
England sighed in temporary relief. Italy's hair was still tied in it's bun. Inside the bun held one of the most prized possessions of the Hearts Kingdom; and they'd both go down to keep it safe. The Italian groaned in pain as he began to wake up. "Oh, looky here boss! The little omega is waking up."
"Kesesese! Looks like I can still make a few dollars out of him. It is a him right?" he wondered, looking pointedly at the blond.
England nodded fearfully at the man, hoping that would keep Italy alive. Two hundred pounds wasn't a lot to sell a slave at. Being a councilman's son; he knew a bit about slavery in the West.
Prussia leaned down and grabbed the brunette's face, who was struggling to regain his consciousness. "So, I have here two Omegas and a dead Alpha riding through the uncharted area without proper guards. My guess is that either you have someone who doesn't like you or someone who is too stupid to see the danger. Why was two omega sons of the Hearts Council brought here?"
Italy quivered in fear, trying to steal a glance at the blond for some support. "Answer me!" Prussia yelled.
"We were to deliver a parcel to the Spades Kingdom and nothing more. They didn't want to cause a war so they sent just us." came the meek reply.
The Italian was thrown on the ground. "What parcel?"
England looked worriedly at his friend. If they gave the parcel to the Joker; they were both dead upon arrival, but then again, it wasn't like they would survive this anyhow. A foot landed on the Italian's neck. "Tell me!"
Quivering in fear, Italy started to cry, "It's in my hair. The parcel is hidden in my bun."
England looked mortified, but couldn't blame his friend. The surrounding Jokers laughed as their leader pried off the elastic band holding the Italian's hair. He removed the prized ring from it's confinements. The Sapphire Ring sat glittering in Prussia's hands. "Looks like there is more money in you then I expected." They both looked; horrified at the jewel in the albino's hands. Italy remained crying as a soldier hoisted him up and placed them in their carriage.
"Please don't! Please let me go! Please don't do this to me!" He chanted, but his captor took no pity. Chains locked themselves into place and the door to the carriage was slammed shut. Quiet whimpers could still be heard from the carriage.
The leader then turned his attention towards the second omega in the mix. "Why would they send such little protection for this ring? Someone is not telling me something. I don't like being out the loop. So you have a choice; stay out here and become wolf food or tell me why?"
England shook, "Pure. To keep it pure. It was only to remain in the hands of pure omegas."
The Prussian had a grin ear to ear. Pure was a perfect name. Pure was fantastic. Pure meant more money than the Prussian would know what to do with. These Omegas were pure? He will still have them looked at, but something of this prize meant a lot. "Anything else you want to tell me?"
"No sir. I swear to you there is nothing more than that."
"Whatever. This place will be looted anyways. Lock him up and get this stuff sorted out. Hearts is going to question this soon." The soldiers nodded in agreement. The Asian Joker snorted and grabbed the chains holding the blond. Panic started to edge into England as he was dragged into the carriage with Italy.
The Italian looked up as the door swung open a second time; tear streaks evident on his face as his friend was locked up with him. The Asian Joker snorted at them both; a wide smirk, staring down at them both as he watched them look fearfully at him. He walked out of the small cage before locking the door behind him.
The Joker walked up to the leader and smirked, "Quite an unhidden find Master."
"Hong Kong. Something about this doesn't seem right. I will have to bring this to mien bruder for more information. Are the slaves secure?"
"Yes sir."
"Excellent."
-Scene Two-
Italy looked frightened. He wanted to ask many questions but England looked too angry to question. He was also afraid of the Jokers coming in to yell at them. They've been riding on the carriage for God knows how long; to God knows where. He had even stopped crying a few hours ago; if they could even say that. He didn't know if England was mad at the fact that he sacrificed the most valuable piece of Hearts or mad, that they were kidnapped. Probably both.
The brunette passed the time by counting the lines on the ceiling. It was a plain carriage with two steel rods to attach prisoners too. There was no opening except for the door and the few cracks between the wood. It wasn't very good at telling where they were going or where they were coming from. The Jokers were smart men. A slave that doesn't know where they are going is less likely to escape.
"England? What is going to happen to us?" the Italian whispered.
"Slavery. We are going to be sold to the highest bidder."
"Why us? Why did they send us?
"Been thinking the same myself, but I know one things for sure; I'm glad I learned housework."
The Italian looked fearful, "But what if the owner is mean?"
"It doesn't matter Italy, were slaves. Stay out of his way. By-the-by, if we are not going to Diamond you can rest assured that our owners will be nasty."
England regretted saying that last comment because it made the Italian cry once more. He didn't want to live a life like this. He didn't want any of it. He had a wonderful mother at home who was sick and needed to be taken care of. It wasn't like his brother was going to be able to look after her himself. What was going to happen to them? He thought about everything that made him happy; his mother, brother, his favourite place to have a picnic, the balls, anything that could take his mind off of the horrors that were the current reality.
England cursed the Gods. It wasn't like his life was any easier when he was at home, but he'd rather not become the bitch of man not of his choosing. It was bad enough; being looked as down upon as he was because he was Omega. He bit his lip. Italy was weak and wouldn't stand a chance. He prayed the other got freed, rescued or sent to Diamonds. Unlike England, he wasn't used to beatings and put downs. England gave himself a couple of years should he land in Spades. Clubs was a couple of months. That was quite a bit of confidence.
Lord knows how long the new slaves were in their confinements when the door finally opened. No water, or food was given. England didn't know which one he wanted more, but he knew Italy was fairing worse then he was. The nervous wreck barely got any sleep.
They were in a castle; they could hear many voices. It wasn't until they came to a complete stop near the bottom of the stairs before they were taken out of the carriage, only to have their feet chained to there hands and placed on a chain-link with seven others. No one spoke. They just marched.
England looked around and saw a Clubs marking on a flag before being stared down by the Asian man again. This was making him worried. Italy was too scared to look anywhere but down, but at least he wasn't crying. That would have been instant death. The crowd carried on like it was nothing. Not a single soul paid attention to them. Not a single person cared.
-Scene Three-
The Prussian entered the throne room with a shit-eating grin on his face. "Mein bruder! I have something for you to see."
The King of Clubs rolled his eyes, however once he saw the priceless artifact in his brother's hands he looked shocked. Germany stood up and picked up the priceless artifact out of his brother's hands. Sure enough, his jaw dropped and he stood up. "How in the Hell did you recover this?"
"Caught me a couple of supposedly pure slaves who had it. Council brats they looked to be."
"Pure slaves and this ring? Lord knows how many men I have to replace."
"No worries bruder. They only had one Alpha driving the carriage."
Germany looked at his brother questioningly, "One alpha, two pure omegas and a priceless artifact in the carriage. This sounds fishy to me."
"As it does to me."
"Then why in the Hell did you fall for it?" Germany yelled.
"You better come downstairs to see this. The blond one was estimated at five hundred pounds without the purity." Prussia stated, opening the door and walking downstairs.
Germany raised his eyebrow but followed anyways, "You know, if this causes a war we are done for."
"Believe me bruder. You didn't make me an Ace for nothing. I have the perfect cover up."
"Oh? And what is your plan to deal with this?"
"Sell the other one to Spades. He'll have fun with this."
Germany snorted, "He's still peeved at me because I wouldn't take his offer on that Omega brother of his."
"He owes me a favour since I helped him conquer the Norwegian area. Seems those guys are talented killers. He made the leader a Jack. Dumbass American. He should have used him as an Ace."
The door opened and they were presented with the nine slaves in a row. The King looked at each of them pointedly. Prussia laughed and pointed out the pure ones; Italy and England. "See here brother, this one is estimated at 1700 pounds." he said pointing to Italy. He then pointed at England, "This one will go for 2300 pounds. Those boys certainly love the blondes."
The King of Clubs grabbed the blond and forced him to look up at him, "With green eyes, not even close. If he was blue eyed, he'd go for 2300 pounds but as it stands I give him no more than 1900."
England stood nervous. That was never a good sign. The lower the price, the more you risked suffering. England did not like the odds that were presenting themselves.
The King then moved onto the brunette and lifted his face up, "Good God. This one has some beauty to him."
The Prussian raised an eyebrow as did everyone else. "You think so your majesty?"
"Yes. I'll pay you 1650 pounds for him." The King stated. Everyone looked shocked. The Prussian laughed and wrapped his arm around him.
"Perhaps I can let him go for 1685."
"Deal." The brothers shook on it. England gulped. The poor Italian had less then a month of survival in the Clubs; unless they used him for breeding.
"I got quite a deal out of you bruder." The Prussian stated, grinning ear to ear.
"Not quite bruder," the King smiled, "With slim hips and a pretty face; he would have went for 1800."
The Prussian looked annoyed. He did overlook that fact. While the blond was blond, his hips were narrow for breeding and his figure was too skinny. His eyebrows weren't that appealing and his eyes were green. Damn. He should have seen that coming. Never-the-less he still made a tone of money from that brunette if he is shown to be as pure as they say.
England looked fearfully at his friend. This wasn't good. The Italian looked like he was going to start crying any moment now. His fate was decided at least. Lord knows what is going to happen to him now that he wasn't appealing. "Sell this one to the Spades King, bruder. He may be dumb enough to buy."
"Yes Bruder."
The Italian was whisked away by two guards; bawling. He couldn't keep his head up. He felt like he was being torn in two. His only source of what was going on was going to be sent away from him. He was frightened beyond belief as he was dragged away into the depths of the castle.
-Scene four-
The blond was allowed a small cup of water and a loaf of bread before being dragged on the carriage again, this time with a girl omega named Ukraine. She spoke a lot of her capture. She was just outside her brother's courts when she was caught. But England barely paid attention to her. She was going for 350 pounds. Unlucky girl had her first heat not long ago; but at 16, it wasn't like England didn't have anything to be worried about.
They drove for a lot longer than the second time around; with a small break in between for a bit of water and bread. England didn't want to think of how Italy was faring. The Ukraine girl held her head up. She had this way of looking on the bright side and would often distract England with her stories. "So your friend was sold already?" She asked.
"Yes. He was sold to the King of Clubs."
She nodded, "But at least he has a rich master. Do you think they will breed him?"
"Probably. That's what they were talking about."
There wasn't much mentioned after that. It was a sad fate in Ukraine's opinion. The carriage became quiet after that.
Another day passed by, they assumed, before hearing civilization again. Were they in Spades? England could care less. He was desperate for water, food or maybe something comfortable to sleep on. The only part he missed about being at home with his brothers was a comfortable bed. He sighed. He hope that this would be the last route for him. Spades wasn't Diamonds but it beat being in this God awful carriage. They had stopped the carriage, however the door didn't open immediately.
There was quite a bit of yelling and what sounded to be smooth talk from the outside. Looks like the Ace of Clubs was having a bit of difficulty getting past Spades armies. Hearts may have the biggest army, but Spades was well known for their tactics. England was barely able to make out what they were saying when Ukraine whispered, "They are trying to convince the soldiers that we are to be brought to the King. It seems we are already at the Palace."
"We've been on this thing for four days already? Without hearing anyone but us? These Jokers got a way around here."
"Yeah, they never travel on basic roads. They have special back roads to get around the people. Otherwise we'd know how to escape. Heard one of the Jokers tell that to a friend."
"Unlucky for them, I've been to Spades before." England cut himself short as the door opened wide, but this time, it wasn't an Asian coming into the carriage. The man had a cocky grin and a long blue petticoat. He wore a traditional Spades uniform and carried a pistol on his right hip. A crown of neat blonde hair and confident blue eyes made up his face. Much different than the pale blonde King of Clubs. He wore a Spade on his right cheek; signalling that he was the King of Spades himself.
The Ukraine looked over at her new friend to see his face was almost in shock. He knew the King. He had seen this man before. This man wasn't the King of Spades. How could he be? "How is this possible?" he mumbled, shocking everyone there.
"Why hello England. It certainly has been awhile. Last time I saw you, you weren't a slave for sale. My pleasure to see you now." the man answered sarcastically.
A snicker was heard from behind them as Prussia entered the small carriage, "You know the slave?"
The King snickered, "A hot-head before and a stubborn imbecile now. Rejected me three times. I'll have fun with my purchase now."
England almost died inside. This man was going to own him. This one. Of all the people that could have owned him in his life it had to be America. Or should he add King to the title. Misery could be felt in his bones. He was right to reject this man the other three times. He would have better prospects in Clubs. The American grinned and pulled his new buy into a hug. "Denmark! I believe we are going to have an awesome night tonight."
"That's my line American!" muttered the Prussian.
The Englishman refused to bow down to his new master. He was going to show this man who he was dealing with; no matter if it killed him.
-Scene 5-
The hallways were dark and cold. The only light was from a few torches every meter or so. Chains could be heard clanking about. A small scream could be heard from down the hall; instilling fear into the young brunette. He hadn't stopped crying since they started dragging him down the bowels of the castle, but the guards took no notice. They stopped him at a random door as the one guard grabbed a set of keys. Once they opened the door; Italy was shoved in without the chains. They slammed the door shut behind them and walked away; despite the endless pleads to let him go.
He was frightened. He beat at the door, but no one came to his cries. The room was dark, save a small piece of light from the door. Other than that; the Italian couldn't see anything. He felt a small patch of hay at the side of the room and laid down. The tears were non-stop. He heard a noise from the hallway and flew up only to watch the light fade into darkness.
He laid back down and stared at the ceiling; reminding himself of his friend back when he was little. He remembered the smile they both shared when bathing in the lake together. The promise of returning, when the young man from Hearts was offered a chance to go exploring. The deck brush that was given. It made Italy cry himself into a restless slumber. He may never see that boy again.
-Scene 6-
The Englishman was allotted a small amount of food before being dragged to the clean up room. From people scrubbing his nails clean to pulling at his hair; he felt like a worm being picked at by birds. The finale was a light blue and black velvet dress of the Spades Kingdom. "You've absolutely have got to be kidding me."
The maids stared at him as he grabbed a piece of the cloth. "Not in a million years."
A laugh from the door suggested they had a visitor. "Is the dress not up to his highness' standard?"
England frowned and turned behind him. "Is it not a taboo to stare at an Omega changing while not mated?"
America laughed, "If said Omega wasn't a slave. In case you haven't realized, you are not in a position where you can obtain the rights of a human being."
The Englishman smirked, "Do I not have the same body-parts as you? If I'm not a human being; you are not one either."
The American leader glared at the counter-part and smacked him. "How dare you think that that is acceptable? To put me on the same level as you? You were caught and bought for the highest price that you were worth."
England recovered quickly, "But that was worth quite a bit out of your pocket."
"Not as a King it's not." America stated, a smirk evident on his face. "Leave the room!" he ordered the maids. They left immediately, not wishing to anger the king. America turned his attention toward the ripped Hearts Kingdom dress that England was currently wearing and snorted. Light blue was so much better than that. He roughly grabbed the other and started to stripped the dirt covered layers off the boy. He didn't stop ripping and tearing the clothing until the other was naked. He pulled England close and whispered in his ear, "You've got a choice little Englishman; either learn to obey or have a hell of a time surviving."
England shivered, "Can I ask how you became the leader of Spades?"
"Like Hell I'll tell you."
Rolling his eyes, "You disappeared out of the blue and the next thing I know you buy me off of that prick. Do you realize I am done playing these games. I already know I'm not a slave to you. You may be misguided America, but your not cruel."
"And who are you to know that England? Who are you to know that? A lot has changed since I've been to see you last."
With that said, the King of Spades left the room frustrated. Who was he kidding? If that man was a proper slave he would have been beheaded already.
"I'm not dead." England whispered to the thin air around him.