Disclaimer: I have never written a story once in my life (besides in school of course), so this may not be the best. This is only part one of an ongoing series I hope to continue and it is very short. Think of it as a little overview to our Afonso and leading up into the actual story. I hope that you can enjoy the series despite it being my first! Also note that "Afonso" is my fan given name for APH Portugal and "Abel" is the name I chose for APH Netherlands. These are by no means canon.

Prologue (Introduction/Overview)

It is no secret that trying to survive in this world takes a whole lot more than what you envisioned as a child. Perhaps you thought you'd become an astronaut because you had memorized the constellations, or maybe you were just destined to become a baker because you made a kickass batch of cookies at the age of ten. But once you reach adulthood and are thrown into the real world, you know that that is not going to be the case. Not everything happens according to plan, and there's a man that knows this lesson all too well.

Afonso was a beautiful young man from Lisbon, Portugal. With his thick accent rolling off of his tongue whenever he spoke, he wooed men and women far and wide. His smug smiles and charming laughter reeled people in, and his slender curvy form was always admired. Many things about his appearance stood out above others, but one thing about him was his long flowing hair, always put up into a loose ponytail that rested over his shoulder. Everything about this boy was enchanting, from his dark skin tone to his sea foam eyes. Nobody could deny that Afonso was nearly, if not, the most gorgeous being they'd laid eyes on; and this comes in handy when your profession is in the sex industry.

Afonso grew up in a miserable and broken home run by a single father whose life was devoted to God. He raised his two boys to be successful Catholic men, bringing them to church every Sunday and having them perform prayers before every meal. Their father not only spent his life practicing his religion, but was also a well-regarded businessman. So much so that he worked to the point where he rarely got to spend much time with his kids during the week. None of this really bothered the younger of the two brothers, Antonio. He may not have agreed with his father's religious beliefs or his desire to work so much, but he never felt the need to rebel. This was far from how Afonso felt. He was always the child that disobeyed his father's commands and did nothing but disappoint him. Afonso refused to follow his father's footsteps and in the end did just that.

Afonso knew that he was going to have to work harder than the average nineteen-year-old since he didn't want a single dime from his father. He moved out when he reached the age of eighteen and life only seemed to go even further downhill. His younger brother, Antonio, injured himself the next year from soccer and Afonso gave a majority of his earnings to him to pay for hospital bills. There was no way he was going to survive as a waiter and an animal groomer, and he knew he was going to have to change his life drastically

"Hey, why are you stalling, Abel? You're gonna miss the best show in the house." The voice had a teasing edge to it.

Abel only rolled his eyes. "You know I'm not interested in a bunch of women in flashy bikinis. It's awkward as hell."

"Oh c'mon, don't be slutshaming!" Abel's friend exclaimed.

"I'm not," He protested. "I just happen to be gay. I'm not into that."

"Well good," His friend turned to him as he wore a sly grin. "Because the best show in the house happens to be a guy too."

To be continued...