I think this is the last fic of mine that I have to post on here... I really should just continue actually writing chapters, besides just copying and pasting... That doesn't look right... Whatever. Pasting, previous chapters of fics that weren't on here before.

This fic contains some... Things, that people won't be able to handle. I'll warn you in every chapter, much like this- this chapter alone includes kidnapping, (of a nineteen year old ) branding, (scarring) being forced to take drugs, and forced slavery.

Himayura Hidekaz owns Hetalia.

Warning- May contain some racial slurs or "speaking the lord(s) name in vain." I don't mean to offend ANYONE!

This is kind of a sequel to "Unbroken," but most chapters of this can be read without that. There will be a few mentions to that fic, but nothing too serious, I think... So far... And if so, then there's going to be a good explaination behind it, especially right about... Now.

APHAPHAPH

About a year after having Lovino Vargas for a month, Ludwig Beilschmidt was thinking about getting a permanant slave. He knew that he chose a perfect time to look for one. A specific one, after reading the paper.

'American slave, being sold in... Very rare! First American slave in the eastern part of the world!'

Now, he was on his way to get him or her. People would pay good money to breed with an American slave, or, at least he would. There's only one so far, after all...

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They got Alfred F. Jones when he was alone at night, walking around in Mexico. They used a chloroform-soaked rag to get him to pass out before they restrained him to the wooden wall of a ship. There were a few others, but he was the only one of them who spoke English.

They drugged him for being too aggressive. He woke up again, but in a cramp cage. He noticed other cages with humans around him. He immediately started struggling and screaming.

"Hey! Hey!" He tried bringing his hands in front of him, but they were tied together. "HEY!" He heard some talking outside of the room, but he couldn't understand what they were saying.

"It sounds like somebody is awake. I think it's the American."

"It must be. He's the only loud and obnoxious one. The others were noisy, but the American was the loudest, and I think he used his heels to make dents in the boat."

Two men in sterile white clothing walked in then. One was a brunet, and the other was blond. The brunet smiled down at Alfred. "Yep. I was right."

"Why am I in here?" Alfred asked.

"Some of the others are awake, bu-"

"The entire city is awake."

"Hey!" Alfred snapped. "I asked you a question!"

"But..." The blond man started again. "Should we start inspecting the loud one first? I can get a sedative set up in no time."

"Set it up, then. I'll examine one of the others, first, while you're doing that. We need to get them ready for a few days from now, after all."

"'Sounds good."

The blond male left the room, and the brunet walked up to one of the cages with a female in it, and dragged her out by force.

Alfred's eyes widen. "Get your dirty hands off of her!" The man kicked the side of his cage, before forcing the girl on the clean, examining table, and strapping her down.

Alfred closed his eyes before they even began to do anything. He wished that he could cover his ears as well. The girl was screaming in an almost... Pleasurable way. It made him sick. He was the hero, but he couldn't do anything to help her.

"I'm sorry..." He started. "I'm sorry, damn it..."

"What did you do to make him quiet?" The other man was back.

"I don't know. He just... Did. I don't know how to answer that. I'm estimating around... Twenty thousand, to start the bid, for her?"

"Maybe twenty-five, but we'll have to keep her healthy."

"Alright." The brunet took a picture of the girl, blinding her for a moment. He took a strong smelling permanent marker and wrote something on the back of the newly taken picture. "Let's do the American next. I want to see him squirm."

"You can't do anything to any of them, you know. Help me get her back in."

"I know..." He sighed. He helped his friend force the girl back into the cramp, metal cage.

"I'm sorry..." Alfred repeated. His eys widen when he was suddenly stabbed in the shoulder with a needle. His mind was telling him to fight, but his body wouldn't move.

They took him out and strapped him to the table. They started squeezing his arms and thighs. "Strong. That's good for us. He's automatically about fourty to start."

One of the men- he couldn't tell who- started fondling his penis and testicles. "Stop!" They ignored him- they couldn't understand him anyway. He managed to slip one hand to grope his bare bottom. He eventually ran his finger over his virgin hole.

"He seems to be unused. I'm not going to insert my finger. We shouldn't start the bid too high... I guess, fifty."

"Fourty-five. He may be American, but he still have blue eyes and blond hair. That's a very common combination, even in America."

"Should we feed him?"

"...Only once a day, but give him water whenever he needs it."

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A few days later, Alfred was forcefully given the drug again, before he was dragged on stage and chained down to the floor.

"This is the newest addition everybody came here for, right? This is the American. He's a strong, feisty virgin with beautiful blue eyes and hair just dark enough to compliment his very slightly tanned skin. He had to be drugged before taken on stage, but he comes with his own chains and a whip. However, he can only speak english. The bid is starting at fourty-five thousand."

People immediately started cheering out numbers. Alfred couldn't understand anything anyone was saying. Eventually, the cheering stopped, replaced by groans of disappointment. He was dragged into another room with a fire pit. He could barely make out the metal bar inside of the fire.

A man was sitting in the very same room, smiling. "Just lay him down on his stomach."

He stood up and grabbed the cool end of the metal bar. Alfred was forced onto his stomach. He couldn't struggle much, against the men holding him down. The white-hot end of the bar pressed against one of his ass cheeks. He screamed as though he has never screamed before in his life. The stick was pulled away, and he panted and groaned at the pain.

"I think I can handle him at this point. Just tie his limbs together, give me the promised items, and I'll pay for him before leaving."

Alfred barely noticed that his wrists and ankles were being tied together with rope. He was soon being carried by the man who branded him. He could feel the air outside, before being set in the passenger seat of a car. A blanket was put over him.

"That's only there to cover your body." Alfred's eyes widen a little. That was the first time he heard anybody talking in english for the past few days.

"Wh-What did you say?"

"The blanket. It's only there to cover your body."

"O-Oh..." Alfred placed his head against the window. At least it was cool against his rapidly heating head.