Karma

by ChihayatheBlackAngel

Rating: M

Summary: Arthur has grown up with nothing. He catches the eye of an old rival and things begin to heat up. Will their social statuses keep them from being together, or will their differences tear them apart? AU Human names used. Main pairing: FrUk also a bit of Frain, SpUk, Prain, and BTT being the way they are. Lemons and rape in later chapters. DLDR Please R+R

Disclaimer: I do not make any money from this fanfiction. If I did, I wouldn't be a security guard and I would write porn for a living. Title is because I listen to much Tales of the Abyss. I don't own that or Hetalia. I'm too poor to sue.

Chapter One: Chance Meeting

It was cold in the alley. That much was apparent to the little blonde child of about six who was all alone, watching the foot traffic from his little corner, clutching at a small locket around his neck as he tried to keep his stomach from eating itself.

He stood shakily. His mind wandering to various places that had given him food before when he had went there to beg. His feet made little noise as he started towards the closest shop owned by a foreign man with dark hair who he would go to often when he was hungry.

The man had two sons about the same age he was and always invited him into the house to play with them if there was nothing prepared yet. He snuck around to the back door and gingerly knocked on it, surprised when a blonde man opened the door instead of the smiling brunette that always fed him.

Intimidated, his voice stopped working, his eyes staring up at the impossibly tall man.

"Who are you?" the man asked in a funny accent, his face completely placid.

"A...Arthur...sir" he said looking at his feet in apology "I came...to ask Mr. Romulus for food... but I can see he isn't here... I'll be going now."

The mans face softened a little.

"Do not go" he says "I have somezing for you. He is out but he left zis sitting in case his 'ozer little son' came by"

He went into the house for a moment before coming back with a small basket that had a red woven cloth over the contents.

"Here" he says handing the basket to the boy "He vill be back before tomorrow. Vould you like to come in?"

Arthur shakes his head, thanking the man and explaining he didn't feel right going into the man's house when he wasn't there. The blonde man shrugged and they said their goodbyes. His stomach growling in protest. He decided to eat in the park, near the water. He sits the basket beside a tree and sits down, turning away for a second as he gets comfortable.

When he turns back to the basket, all he sees is empty ground. Panicking he stands back up and searches around the tree for his supper. When he doesn't find it, he sits on the ground and starts sniffling.

'What happened to it? It was right there!' he thought to himself, trying to wipe the tears off that were staining his dirty cheeks. He heard a rustling above him and looked up to see an older boy sitting in the lowest branch of the tree, casually eating the contents of the basket and completely ignoring the smaller child staring up at him.
"O..Oi! That's mine!" Arthur called up to him, his fists came up to his waist as he tried to make himself bigger than he really was.

The older boy's laughter rang through the trees like bells, looking down at the boy who had begun to try and climb the trunk and slipping down each time because he didn't know how.

"What makes you think it's yours now?" the blonde says "It's in my possession and you can't prove it was ever yours right?"

Arthur pursed his lips as he fell back down onto his rear once more, his small fingers starting to hurt from trying to pull himself back up the tree to get at the rude little boy at the top.

"My friend gave that to me! Give it back!" he said his voice hitching, jumping to try and reach the boy's legs that were dangling of the branch.

The blonde raised a brow at him before dropping the now empty basket onto the little boy's face, making him start to cry as he tucked the red cloth into his pocket.

"This has nice embroidery, I think I'll keep it" he says his stomach satisfied for the first time in days "You should always keep an arm or at least a hand around what's yours little one. Let this be a lesson to you and your stupid eyebrows, or else you'll die out here."

With that the boy jumped down and ran off, leaving poor Arthur alone with an empty basket, a growling stomach, and tears rolling freely down his face.

Several years later, Arthur was doing moderately well for himself. When he was about ten he finally got up the courage to ask 'Mr. Romulus' if there was anything he would be able to do to earn a little money so he didn't have to live outside anymore. The brunette happily agreed and put Arthur to work doing odd jobs around his home in exchange for a place to stay at night. Until then, he had been staying outside, sleeping in alleys and in trees. But he had been running into trouble more and more at night and finally decided to take up the brunette's offer to allow him a place to stay.

Mr. Romulus had offered Arthur to stay at his house many times. Most times he accepted because of weather or because he just didn't want to sleep against the hard walls of an alley again. He had even offered to adopt Arthur but he vehemently refused, clutching the little locket his mother had given him with the miniature painting of the two of them carefully crafted to fit inside it.

She had died not long after they were forced onto the streets when his father had left them. She had fallen ill and no doctor would take them because they had no money to pay for medicine or treatment. There were times when Arthur wondered that if he could do it over again, if he could have sold the locket to some jewelry collector and saved his mother. He could never forget the smile ingrained into her features as she told him she loved him just before she died.

So when he was ten, he finally agreed to move into the foreign man's house under the stipulation that he would work for his keep. He washed things and generally kept the house in order. It was hard, especially since one of the brunette's twins was quite literally a human tornado, but he was able to live comfortably.

Now he was eighteen, and working a job on his own. Sven, the foreigner who had given him the basket when Romulus was not home, had a dual business in the town. He ran a small food store and did carpentry work on the side. Arthur had gotten a job with him watching the store and running transactions while the blonde was out back making things to sell. Arthur still lived with Romulus, but he was saving so he could buy his own house and finally be able to make something of himself.

One afternoon, he had just gotten the last of a large swell of customers out of the shop when the little bell sounded, signaling that someone had entered. Arthur looked up to see a finely dressed man enter and he quickly bowed to him, expecting it was some sort of foreign royalty. His outfit was light blue and trimmed in what Arthur thought was pure gold, and atop his head was a hat that boasted a large number of billowing feathers that screamed wealth at him. It made him feel under-dressed immediately, wearing only a white tunic tucked into his brown pants.

"Welcome good sir, what can I do for you?" he says automatically "We have plenty of wares for sale here, please do look around."

The customer raised his eyebrow at him and looked around the shop. Noting the shelves of food and looking particularly over the boy who was running the store. Smirking when he saw the bushy brows that he had been searching all over this town for.

"I heard you sell wooden furniture is this correct?" he said smiling politely "Where is the master of this shop? I would like to see him about purchasing some pieces for my library."

Arthur's ears perked up when the man said library. He adored books. They were so hard to get a hold of. Who was this man? He was intrigued because he had never heard of anyone owning so many books that they had their own library in their house. He must have quite a bit of money, he concluded.

"I will take you to him" he says, moving around the man, locking the door's deadbolt and drawing the shade, "May I ask your name? So I can tell him who you are I mean."

The blonde man smiled at him.

"Of course" he says to the younger man "I am Francis. Francis Bonnefoy."

Author's Note:

This is probably the first story I've ever been motivated to start and finish haha It will be multi-chaptered so no this is not a one shot. I'm not sure how long it will be but I have a pretty good outline of everything that will happen. This chapter was the set up, things will start moving along after this so please do continue to read.

I didn't want to make the chapters too long but I adore long chapters. What would you guys rather have? Short chapters or long? Update speed will probably be the same regardless so please feel free to speak your mind!