Welcome, one and all~! Here's my new fic. It was actually a crazy idea that I thought of one day when I saw a certain picture on a Tumblr blog. ^^" I thought it was genius, so I went ahead and started this fic.

However, this fic isn't for those who absolutely HATE yaoi. This story is FULL of it. It's also full of language and smut. Meaningless sex and even to some extent, rape, as well. So, for those of you who aren't interested or hate things like that, please press your back arrow and read some other story.

For those of you who stayed, I hope you enjoy my new fic. This is merely an experimental chapter to see if this story will work out or not.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia! All characters are NOT mine! The story and idea is mine, though~

I sometimes wonder why in the world did I ever choose such a vulgar job. Selling out your body to random strangers roaming the streets, letting them ravish you until their heart's content while you spread your legs and take it like some strange Barbie doll.

Because of the technology craze here in England, whores don't stand out in dark, shaded alleys and pick up clients that happen to be around the area. No, not anymore. We're advanced now, so we use a different form of prostitution—which is still the same old prostitution in a whore's eyes.

Whores now stand in transparent tubes. These tubes are better known as Prostitution Tubes, and these tubes are well known throughout England. True to its name, these tubes are used solely for prostitution. Prostitution Tubes are capable of barely holding two bodies—which makes your job even more difficult than it was in the first place. You can see the tubes anywhere—and anybody can see you doing your job. Ever wanted to keep prostitution a secret? Well good luck with that, now. Everyone knows that you're a whore regardless if they have ever used your service—like I mentioned, these tubes are transparent—see through. This factor is meant to please the public. Why keep all the pleasure to yourself like some gross hog? Sharing it with the public surely benefits both sides. Look around when a whore and a client are getting at it and you'll see many passersby watching the scene go on and masturbate at the same time. It's legalized. It's merely a show for those who either can't get any themselves. You get used to this eventually.

Women are strictly prohibited for the services of a male prostitute. Unless said so directly on the tube, no women are allowed to be pleased by the service of said male prostitutes. For whatever reason this is, I nor the public will ever know. The company (and my damned boss) had strictly forewarned all male prostitutes that were using their product before we were ever placed in here, so we all just took their word and refused all women.

We whores were either chosen against our will or even chose the job ourselves. Most of us have a job in a major profession. A huge variety of high-society men chose prostitution as a side job, more or less, for fun or money. Upon these tubes are the whore's personal information. Things such as their full name, age, profession, and race were shown with or without consent to the open public. Other things such as STDs were shown as well to hold back various lawsuits. Granted that there were shocking very little prostitutes with STDs on them, but you had those few that were infested with them—the public disregarded it and used the whores' service anyway. If a client had an STD, the whores had little say if they wanted to please the said client or not. These clients are free to say if they have one or not. Prostitutes were sworn into a contract, and if they were to break that—death was the other option. So of course we're going to abide by that track and get infected with whatever STDs were swarming around in that client.

Prostitution is now apparent throughout day and night. Anyone who wants a service with a whore can get it anytime of the day. Because of this, most of the whores work a whole day when they have a day off of their main job. Thus, rendering them tired after each service. This results in less money and even rough treatment. When this happens, our bosses do whatever they want with our body. They'll abuse us, injure us-whatever. They have the money to fix everything up. They don't care how we feel. We're working for them. We're making their money from our own bodies.

And nobody even frowns upon this taboo anymore. Whoever came up with this idea is just some sick bastard. But they're getting loads upon loads of money. Sometimes I wish I had that much brains and came up with an idea such as this a long time ago and label myself a sick bastard. Now that I look at it, these tubes are part of what makes this country flourish. We're rich because each whore gets tons of money, not to mention the company for the tubes itself. Sickening, yes, but genius all at the same time. Do whatever you can to get money, right?

And this was my life. Other than leading my country, England, I was also a prostitute. And it sure did give me a reputation that I never, ever wanted. But you can't help that.

It was a difficult thing called "life".

And life throws unexpected issues into your face when you least expected it.

I remember a man who came upon my Tube one day. He changed my view on life. He was a different man, no doubt. And very interesting all at the same time. He was a tall, American man. He had on these square-rimmed glasses and had a kind of dirty blonde hair color. There was this little persistent curl that stuck up regardless of what you did to it. He had been walking through the streets, lost. He also wasn't used to England's weird ways.

He turned around to ask me where he was and how he could get to the big Meeting house. Of course, I was willing to help this strange man.

This man, that I have known for several years.

America.

But he never noticed me. So, the look on his face when he turned to my general direction, was appalled. He was unaware of these Tubes because he never frequents England anymore. He never even knew I was a prostitute in my spare time. He read the holographic letters on the Tube and glanced up at me once more.

"England?" He chokes out. "What...?"

I can't help but blush and look away. What a horrible meeting. I look up at him and his jaw is slacked. "...Yes?"

But the American just stared. Luckily, I was clothed.

"Why are you in a tube...?" He pauses to think for a minute. "Now that I mention it, these are all over the place. I saw other men in these same things...Were they-?"

I nod, knowing what he was going to say. "They are, indeed."

America sighs. He places a palm on his forehead, shaking his head. The curl bobs back and forth. "Why?" was all he could ask.

I shrug and lean against the back of the Tube. "Money. Fun. Excitement?" I come up with little excuses. But these aren't really the reason.

I'm just sick scum with no life other than to lead his country along.

"But you have other choices." He pauses, looking me up and down. "Don't get me wrong, it's your choice to do what you want." He chuckles. "And I think it's pretty sexy that you're willing to sell your body out to just anybody on the streets. I mean..." He stops talking for a minute and shakes his head. "What am I saying? What I mean to say is, that you shouldn't be wasting your life as a prostitute. You have many other things to do than to lay yourself that low."

I look into his eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes that glinted in when the sun was just in the right angle. That same glint shown as he stared at me with a sincere expression that actually showed that he meant what he said. And I can't help but smile at his comment, regardless of the little compliment he threw in the middle of it. I wanted to hug him. Hell, I wanted to kiss him. He cared, even after all of these years that we had little interaction.

"Thank you," I mutter, chuckling. "But this is what I chose. I probably screwed myself over, but what's been done is done. You can't change it now." I dare didn't mention the contract that I signed. If America found out, he would have complained to my boss and we both would probably be dead.

America grimaced. "England," he sighed, looking at the people frequenting the streets. "I would have never expected, even in a million years, that you would let yourself do something like this." He chuckles, kicking a rock that was on the side of the Tube. He glanced at the blinking slot that signaled money to be entered there. He gulps and looks back into my eyes. "You were such a uptight man, last time I remembered. Always clean and proper."

He was right. I was that man. Several years ago, anyway. Who was I now? Hell if I even knew. "I know," I mumble, grinning at the younger man. America takes notice of my grin and furrows his brows.

"You don't care that everyone sees you as a dirty person who sleeps with anyone he sees on the streets?"

I shrug. "I've been doing it for years now. I don't even think a thing about that anymore."

America winced at my retort, and sighed. He took one glance at the money slot on the Tube and unintentionally placed his hand on his wallet. I look at his wandering hand knowingly.

"I can see you hesitating, America."

America jumps, noticing the knowing glare in my eyes. He gives a nervous smile and shakes his head. "You could always see through me, couldn't you?" He chuckles, taking out his wallet. "Well, fuck. How much is it for these things?"

I chuckle and get closer to America as I could, but the Tube stopped me from getting closer. I frown, remembering that I was nothing but a sick "prisoner" in here. I point to the sign on the side of the Tube, and America reads it. Blushing slightly, he sent a twenty into the money slot. The slot took the money willingly, and the door to the Tube shot open with no sound. America gulps and walks inside, slowly. I smile, patting him on the back with comfort.

"Remember, this was your choice. I did nothing."

America nods.

"I know. But I hope I can change your mind about being a prostitute."

And the door shuts silently behind us.

Author's Note: Hopefully you all read the beginning. If not, I'll restate it here: It is an experiment chapter. Let me know what you all think in the reviews and I'll see if I'll continue the story. But, also, thank you for taking your time to read this! It means a lot~