Hiya! So, this is my first multi-chaptered fic ever.. So here's hoping it isn't a massive pile of fail. :U Anywho, on to the important-ish-er stuff. This fic is actually based on a prompt I wanted to fill on the Hetalia Kink Meme, however.. My story has strayed so far from the original prompt, it wouldn't have been ever remotely what the OP was looking for. Therefore, because I liked my story, here it is on ! Hooopefully so other people will enjoy it too, eheh;;
NOW ONTO THE /ACTUALLY/ IMPORTANT INFO! 3
This is an AU. A prostitution AU set in modern times and in which alll the Hetalians in it are humans, and COME FROM THE SAME COUNTRY. Therefore, the ur, nationality-based parts of the Hetalian's persona are kind of moot. (IE: Gilbert wouldn't be using random german intermittenly, and Francis wouldn't be saying any 'mon cher' or 'mon ami's, etc. etc.) However, do expect to see Arthur drop a couple of Britishisms, because.. It's just so him to do it! xD (And it makes him sound stuffy compared to everyone else- N-no offense meant to any of those lovely brit readers, by the way! ||orz )
DISCLAIMER; I don't own Axis Powers: Hetalia, or any of Hidekaz's characters. Unfortunately. ..WhatIwouldn'tdotohavePrussia..
Alrighty! So, here the prologue is, after much rambling and nonsense from me. Enjoooooy c:
"Heh. Worried? Believe me, you won't regret this."
Hustler.
"Jesus-! ..Fuck.."
Rent-boy.
"H-heh.. I'm expensive for a reason."
"H- Ah, heh. Mmm.."
Escort.
"Hng! God- I.. G-getting close huh, babe?"
Gigolo.
"F-fuck!"
Prostitute.
Gilbert smiled darkly, closing the door behind his john, curling his free hand around the crumple of bills resting there. Locking the door to his rather spacious apartment and flopping himself down on the couch that wasn't just recently sullied. ..In-calls were always bitch to clean up.. Fuck it. Whatever.
"20.. 40.. 60.. 80.. 100." He drawled, ignoring the mess across from where he sat, crumbling the afore mentioned bills and inserting them into the pocket of his long discarded pants.
"120..140.. 160.. 180.. 200.. 220.. 240." The platinum blonde smirked and added the rest of the money to that same pocket; Not a great amount, but then again.. This trick was pretty vanilla; Just sex, no extras, nothing kinky.
So easy it almost made him laugh as he stretched out and sunk into the couch for a moment, however, he wasn't about to let himself fall asleep in his state.
With a grunt he heaved himself off the couch, cursing that mild sting running down his back as he plodded over to his washroom. Easily discarding the last of the clothes still on his body, blindly adjusting the taps as he gave himself a once over in the mirror.
Good, it was a clean run; No bruises, no marks. Finishing his assessment he hopped quickly into the shower, letting out a long hum once fully under the warm spray of water.
Gilbert didn't go quickly at all while in the shower; Took his time just enjoying the water rushing past, his hair plastered to his forehead and neck, how the soap foamed and slid down his body. Careful not to vocalize from the acute stimulation of his own hands; (Having prudes living above and beside you was shitty as fuck.) innocent in application as he washed himself and his hair with the same easy rhythm.
Finishing with a small sigh, he stood in the rapidly cooling water before turning the spray off and stepping out to towel himself off.
Maybe it was because of his profession that getting clean was almost as arousing as getting dirty.
Hey! So, there was the prologue. Short and sweet, I hope. xD;; And, well, the next chapter should finally introduce our other leading man. :v Anywho, hope you enjoyed reading this!