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!

OOC Romano is OOC, but for a good reason. I mean, wouldn't you be if you were in his situation?

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"E-Excuse me... Can you help me..?" Lovino was too embarassed to say why.

"Okay, and what is your name? We need it so we can look it up to see if you have insurance with us."

"I... Um..." He looked at Francis. "I'm supposed to be dead..." He told him in English.

"Just tell them your real name. You were probably just "legally dead," but you're not "supposed" to be dead."

"I'm... Um..." He turned back to the lady. "My name is Lovino Vargas."

Her eyes pratically buldged wide opened when she heard that name. "You're not... The child who disappeared four years ago... A-Are you..?"

Lovino's eyes averted down to look at the floor. "This man saved me. He's... Um..." Tears were trying to escape from his eyes. "I told him that the man who abducted me r-raped me, and-"

"Sit down, back here." She gestured to the chair behind her. She then turned around to look at Francis. "You will have to sit down as well, and wait, sir." Francis nodded in understandment and sat down, placing the bag he had with him right next to him. She picked up a phone and pushed a single button before talking rapidly into said phone.

Lovino held his head in his hands with his albows resting on his knees. Someone came into the room to get him almost immediately.

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Francis lost track of the time he spent waiting until he was called back for questioning.

"You speak English, correct?" A man asked.

'He's probably a psychologist.' Francis thought. "That's correct, yes. What can I help you with?"

"Please, sit down." The man gestured to the seat in front of him, which Francis sat down on. "I just need you to tell me what you know. How did you find Lovino Vargas?"

"Lovino Vargas found me. I came here looking for some quiet time alone in the woods, but instead, Lovino, quite literally, ran into me while panicking. When he heard his... Um... Well, the rapist's voice, he jumped and tried running past me..."

The psychologist wrote down what Francis told him. "Go on."

"I was holding him, trying to ask him a question. You see, he was running with only a thin, long sleeved shirt, and sweat pants. No shoes, socks, or even underwear." He paused so the other man could write everything down.

"How did you know that he didn't have underwear?"

"He took a shower not too long ago. He set his clothing outside of the bathroom door, so I could grab them and save them for evidence." He placed the bag in the area in between them. "There's blood on the shirt. It didn't take me long to realize that he was trying to run away from whoever was yelling at him, so I hid him in my car."

"Did he try getting out of the car, or screaming to get someone's attention?"

Francis shook his head. "Quite the..." He paused to think of the word. "Opposite, actually. He ducked down so he wasn't in view through the window and stayed quiet."

"Did you see the man?"

Francis nodded. "Yes, I did."

"Can you describe him for me?"

"Well, he had long, black hair, about to here." Francis placed his hand a little past his shoulders. "I think he was taller than me by maybe... An inch or two? His skin was pale, and he had dark eyes. I'm guessing, brown? I pointed to a random direction when he asked me where Lovino ran off to."

"Okay... And can you show us where you were camping?"

"Right now?" Francis asked, confused. "It's about three hours away from here..."

"That's alright. I'll be right back." The doctor left the room with the bag, leaving Francis alone in the room.

"Huh... Alright... I wonder if there's cameras around..." He muttered to himself, looking around the room. He spotted a camera in a corner on the ceiling behind him. "There it is..."

The man returned with an opened laptop. "You can show me on here where you were camping."

Francis took the laptop and zoomed in on a specific area, so the neighborhoods were showing. He searched around until he got to a wooded area. Eventually, he found the now empty spot- save for the ashes from the fire wood, where he was camping. He handed the laptop back to the doctor.

"That's exactly where I was camping, sir... Unless that pile of ashes are someone else's."

"Thank you, sir. Just two more questions. First of all, why didn't you take him to the hospital right away?"

"He didn't want to be taken to a hospital, until I mentioned the possibility of him getting an STD." Francis lied, hoping that Lovino didn't say anything drastically different.

"And for the last question, were you planning on taking him home with you?"

Francis sighed. "He told me that he wants to be as far away from... That guy, as possible. He was also worried that he would have to sell himself out to people to live, but the chances of him finding him would be high. I told him that he can live with me. He would just have to do chores around the house, seeing as he can't speak French, thus, automatically denying him a job everywhere in France. In exchange, I would feed him and give him a place to sleep."

"And he accepted the offer?"

"Well, he told me that he accepts my deal for him, at least."

"Alright. I'll show you to his room, then." Francis nodded and stood up, following the doctor to a clean room where Lovino was staying in. "Lovino? Would you like to talk to Francis now?" Lovino turned his head towards the voice and nodded. Francis took a seat across from the bed. "You know how to contact us, right?" He nodded again. "Okay. I'll see you later, then." The doctor left, keeping the door open on his way out.

The first thing Francis noticed was the I.V. connected to Lovino. "What is the I.V. for?"

Lovino looked at his hand with the I.V. stuck in it. "They said that I'm very malnourished, so the bag is giving me lost vitamins and such."

"You're putting a lot of trust into someone who you just met."

Lovino looked down at his arms. "...I know, but who else do I have? Who else can I trust? I don't have a family anymore, so you're really the only person I know enough to trust, which is... Really... For lack of a better word- sad."

"Did you tell them all you could?"

Lovino nodded. "I even got his real name. "Salvatore Moretti."

Francis smiled at that, but he still sighed. "This is why I wanted to wait until we're in France. I knew that we would have to stay for questioning."

"By the way, they didn't find anything. There's just a bunch of external things that they can see, plus malnutrition..."

"Well, it's a good thing that you are eating full meals now, though you may need to have a vitamin pill everyday, but I don't mind paying for such a thing."

Lovino stared at the ceiling. "I'm glad that I know right now... But I still want to get away from here as soon as I can."

"Well, I'll try to get it so you can be released as soon as possible. If they recommend it, then I'll send you to a hospital in France."

"Will you be here all night?"

Francis smirked. "I don't think that's allowed, but I'll be at the same hotel, and I'll visit everyday, while trying to get you out of here. No one will be allowed to visit you after hours, and it's not like there's a window to kidnap you through, or... Something. Plus, I think you're being watched by a camera. I should probably get going now, actually. So, I'll see you tomorrow." Francis stood up. "Au revoir~!"*

Lovino watched him walk out of the room. "I... Is there a camera in here?" He looked around the room. "Um... I don't see one... But... If there is one, then... I hope that it doesn't have a microphone..." He sighed and adjusted the bed so it was flat.

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Francis came back to the hospital as soon as he was allowed. He had a large smile on his face. "Allo, mon cher~!"*

Lovino raised an eyebrow. "Hi..."

"The doctors told me that they found him~! It was pretty easy, apparently, since I told them where I was camping. I had to use this global map online."

Lovino immediately jumped out of the bed and tried running to Francis, but was stopped by the I.V. that was still connected to him. "You did... They found... Oh my God..." He sat back down on the bed while hyperventilating. "God, I want to hug you so badly right now... Or something! This is too good to be fucking true!"

Francis walked close enough so he could be hugged, but Lovino didn't jump back up to do so this time. "They do, however... Want you to identify the man, to make sure that it's him."

Lovino felt his heart drop. "What..?"

"I don't think that you'll have to see him personally. I think they'll have tinted glass, or a camera, or something..."

"Oh my God..." Lovino stood up again so he could hug Francis. "Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you! God, I can't thank you enough! Nothing I do will be good enough!"

Francis chuckled maliciously. "We'll see about that..." There was a knock on the wall, before a doctor came in.

"Lovino Vargas?" He asked.

Lovino let go of Francis quickly. "Th-That's me..."

"Hello. I just wanted to tell you that both yours and Francis' stories were similar, besides one thing. He said that you can live with him as long as you do chores, but you said that you don't know why he's letting you stay for free."

"That's because I don't know why. Of course, I said that I'll do some chores around the house. What, did you honestly think that I would let him take me in without me having to do anything? Whenever he left, I would clean up anyway, if he wouldn't let me normally. I said "free," as in, "I don't have to pay any money to live with him."

"About that... You are still a minor. You'll be sent to an orphanage at least until you're eighteen."

"But, um..." Lovino looked at Francis, and back at the doctor.

"Excuse me, sir." Francis spoke up. "Could I not adopt Lovino myself?"

"You could, but it would require you getting married, and it would depend on the religion..."

"That's bullshit!" Lovino snapped. "I would never get adopted then! People would adopt the baby that they can teach themselves and-" He stopped when Francis placed his hand on his shoulder.

"It's only for a year, until you are free to go anywhere."

Lovino looked up at him. "But... You won't be there... And I missed the last four years of school... What am I supposed to do for money?"

"We'll... Discuss this later. Doesn't he still need to identify the man?"

The doctor nodded. "Yes, he does." He completely removed the I.V. from Lovino's hand, replacing it with a clean, white cloth and some tape over it.

"Is that okay to do?" Francis asked, slightly worried.

"Yes it is. Come, Lovino. Follow me." Lovino nodded and followed the doctor out of the room. He followed until they reached a room with a monitor showing a man with long, black hair in an empty room.

"Ah..." Lovino took a few steps backwards.

"Don't worry. He can't see or hear you. Just tell me if that's him or not."

"Y-Yeah..." He stared at the man's eyes as best as he could. He saw a lot of rage in those eyes, despite the fact that the man was smirking. "Th-That's him... Can I go now?" The doctor nodded. Lovino walked out of the room and into his hospital room as soon as he could.

Francis had some clothes folded up on his bed. "Pour vous."*

"Pour vous?" Lovino asked, confused.

"That means, um... "For you."

"Oh. Thank you." Lovino took his gown off so he could put Francis' jeans on. They had to be up over his hips so the belt could keep them on without them falling down. He slipped on the shirt, which was a little big for him, despite the small waist size.

"Come on." Francis tugged at his shirt to get Lovino to follow him.

"Where are we going?" He asked, confused.

Francis chuckled innocently. "We're going home, of course."

"But I thought... I mean, I want to, but I was told that..."

"Look at me." Francis grabbed Lovino's chin in between two fingers to force the younger man to stare up at him. "I know it may not seem like it, but you are mine. You don't seem to understand that I'm kidnapping you."

"That's probably because you helped me so much, including taking me to a hospital and helping Moretti get caught by the police. For a kidnapper, you're really, really... Um... "Nice?" I don't know the word for it. "Helpful," maybe?"

"Well... I wanted to know if you have a disease as soon as possible, as well."

"What about the whole malnutrition thing."

"Vitamin pills, vitamin water, and food will help with that in no time."

"Would they even let you grab me and go?"

"Nope." He picked Lovino up so he was carrying the younger boy bridal-style, who yelped in suprise. "I don't care. Living with me seemed to be what's best for you in the long run, anyway."

"I-I can walk, you know! Plus, it would be a lot easier to get away without being noticed that way!"

"But I like holding you like this!"

"But people will notice us... Please, just... Put me down already, damn it."

Francis chuckled and placed him down. "You have quite a tongue."

Lovino's eyes widen. He slapped his hands over his ears. "Don't say that!"

"Je suis desole! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you." He tried rubbing Lovino's back in an attempt to comfort him. It seemed to have worked when he relaxed a little and lowered his arms slowly to his sides. "Better?" Lovino nodded. "Good. Let's go." Francis took the Italian by the wrist and managed to slipped him out of the hospital without attracting any attention.

Lovino got into the passenger seat of the car before he was asked to do so. He wanted to get away as soon as possible. He rested his head against the window when they started moving away from the hospital.

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The two has been talking to each other throughout the entire ride to pass the time and get to know each other. They stopped to eat once, then continued until the car stopped again. Lovino looked outside in confusion. "We're not in France already, are we?"

"No, but we've been moving for almost nine hours now. We should stay here for the night."

"Oh..." He checked the name of the hotel. "...Do you think that they're looking for me?" Lovino asked all of a sudden.

"Who's "they?"

"The doctors and such. We just kind of left without even paying the bill."

"Ah... About that, I talked to them about it. Apparently you inherited quite some money. I mean, enough to pay off the bill, anyway. Your insurance covered the rest, so now, you don't have to worry about it."

"I still have insurance?" Lovino asked, raising a brow.

"Apparently..." They got out of the car and walked in. "One twin-sized bed, please..."

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Lovino started pacing around the room that Francis paid for, with said French man watching. "Are you okay?" He asked, concerned for the younger boy.

"Yeah. I'm just walking so I can feel my legs again." 'That, and... You're on the bed, and...' His cheeks turn a light shade of pink.

"Ah..." Francis continued watching for a while before getting up to grab the menu on the small table in the corner. "What do you want to eat?"

"I'm not really hungry." Lovino stretched. "I'm just... Restless. I think I'm gonna take a shower."

Francis sat back down on the bed, looking through the menu anyway. "You should go swimming first, if you think you'll want to."

"Um... Nah..." Lovino sat down next to Francis. He brought his legs up to his chest. "Um..."

"Yes?" Francis tilted his head, waiting.

"U-Um... I... Nevermind..." Lovino plopped down on the bed, spreading his arms out. "I just... Want to thank you, for everything... I hope that you don't think that I'm a whore..."

"Que?"* Francis raised an eyebrow. "What for?"

"J-Just... Nevermind. I don't... Want to think about it..." He rolled over on his side to curl up. He hid his face with his palms. "Oh God..."

"Lovino? What's wrong?" He tried rubbing Lovino's back again, hoping to calm him down.

"Do it to me."

There was an awkward pause for a second. "...What?"

"Do it already. Come on! What are you waiting for? I'm clean, and sex is all I'm really good for! So just do it, already, dammit! I'm tired of waiting!" Lovino was breathing on his palms heavily. "'So sick of waiting..." He repeated. "Please... I-I need you to... T-To claim me..."

Francis smirked, but he didn't move. "I don't like having sex when I'm hungry." He looked through the menu. "You can get whatever you want, no matter how small, or how big it is."

"I'll have... I dunno. Ravioli?" He requested the first thing that came to his head. He was too embarassed at the time to care.

"Sure. I think I'll have that, as well. It sounds good when you mentioned it." Francis set down the menu and picked up the phone to order the food.

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Lovino was quiet for the rest of the night. He wouldn't look at anyone. His eyes were either glued to the floor, or outside of the window. Francis took this opportunity to hug him, hoping not to startle him in the process.

"You're very cute, and you look a lot better than you did yesterday." He licked the back of Lovino's ear.

"You really only want me for sex..." Lovino muttered.

"What? That was very... Random!"

"It's true, though. Isn't it? Besides, your little uh... Speech? Whatever that was, was also random."

Francis sighed but smiled softly. "Well, at least you're talking to me again."

"It's not like it's been days or whatever. It's just... I don't know..." His shoulders were pulled so he was on his back. Francis straddled his hips and placed the palms of his hands on Lovino's covered chest.

"I can't wait to bring you home with me so you can beg me to take you whenever you want me to take you. I can't wait for you to beg me not to just "get it over with," but to feel pleasure from me."

Lovino curled his fingers into his palms to form fists around the sheets under him. Francis being on top of him like this was making him blush and look away. 'As though he can't see more of my cheek this way...' He thought to himself. "I-I don't want you to "get it over with..." I-I want pleasure, too..."

Francis chuckled and leaned over so his nose was touching Lovino's. "Of course." He turned his face a little to slip his tongue into Lovino's mouth. He felt hands being tangled in his hair, pulling him closer to the boy's face.

Lovino made a pleased groaning noise, but he pushed Francis away by his chest. "I-I'm sorry... I'm not really... Experienced."

"You'll learn in time..." Francis' lips attached to Lovino's neck, sucking on it lightly. The younger of the two moaned openly in the air. He wanted Francis to know that he was making him feel good. Francis smiled against his flesh in pride.

"G-Get off..." Lovino whined, pushing against Francis' chest again. "I-I want to take my clothes off so I'm not feeling so hot under you..."

Francis got off of the bed so he could remove his own clothes. "You're very obedient, for someone who's only memories of sex are bad ones."

Lovino got himself undressed before hugging his knees again, with his back towards Francis. "In those memories... No matter what I do to try and protest, he would take me. The only difference between the times I fought, and the times I didn't, was the pain. He would beat me if I fought even with my words... So I'm not going to fight."

Francis hummed for a bit, not satisfied with what Lovino said, before he finally asked- "Have you ever felt pleasure when he would take you?"

Lovino gasped, and his eyes widen. "I-I... I mean... It was only... I mean, he said that it was only accidental... He never seemed to care, so please don't assume anything. He would just say things... Things that are true..." He whispered the last sentence to himself.

Francis sat on the bed to grab Lovino's shoulders. "Such as?"

"I'm a s-slut... A t-toy only good for sex... A..." He brought his hands to his face. "A cute, sexy toy that he's so lucky to have..."

"Those words are not true..." He trailed off. He rubbed his hand against Lovino's hair, brushing against one area for about a minute before giving up. "What is with this one strand of hair?"

Lovino sat there for second, just thinking about what Francis just said. "...What?"

"This hair..." Francis tugged on the curled up strand of hair. "It won't stay down."

"It's been like that... Ever since I can remember. Wait, you notice that now?"

"Well, I was distracted by... Everything. Plus, you're hiding your body, so I can't be distracted by anything else."

Lovino scoffed and looked down at his toes. "...Can there be pleasure for both partners?"

"Of course there can be!" He hugged the younger boy. "I should know- I've been "both partners" before. Have you even ever been touched..." He reached down in between Lovino's legs, making him gasp. "...Here, before?"

Lovino threw his head back and moaned. "N-No!" Francis pulled back right away.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you. I was just trying to make you feel good. Feeling pleasure doesn't make you a slut or anything that Moretti might have told y-"

"I mean..." Francis stopped talking after being interrupted. "I was never touched like that before. Please, I..." He turned around to straddle Francis' hips. "I want more pleasure..." He was moved off of Francis' lap so said blond could sit on the side of the bed.

"You should probably lie down on your stomach for this." Francis pushed down on the pump for the lotion that was there when they entered the room, getting some of the contents inside. He got his fingers coated in the white lotion and waited for Lovino to get into the position he told him to get. He stuck a finger inside of Lovino, making him yelp.

"A-Ah... It's cold..." He whimpered at the feeling.

"I'm sorry about that, but it will warm up soon." He stook another finger inside, scissoring them apart to make room for something bigger. He continued thrusting his fingers deeper and moving them around until he made Lovino jump. He tried to make a mental note of that area before pulling his fingers back out.

Lovino looked behind him to see what was going on. Francis was covering himself with the lotion. He gasped when he felt Francis' thumbs spreading his cheeks apart, and the head of his cock sliding in between them. "N-No!" He struggled to get Francis' hands off of him and flipped around. "I-I want it in missionary position... Please. I want to see you."

Francis only smirked and attempted to slip inside of Lovino again. Their legs tangled together once he was finally completely sheathed inside and thrusting slowly, to start. Francis was tempted to stroke Lovino again, but he was afraid that the boy wouldn't last long at all. 'It would be better if he's turned on...' He thought to himself. The boy under him was panting and moaning in pleasure, making him smile at himself. "Are you feeling good?" He asked.

"Well, I'm..." Lovino groaned before continuing his sentence. "I'm not... Feeling bad..."

Francis smiled. "Bon." He shifted around before thrusting in again. He continued to shift around until he finally hit Lovino's prostate. Lovino's back arched off of the bed with a moan.

"Francis~!" He mewled out in pleasure. "D-Do that again..."

"I-I'll try..." He felt his own climax coming soon, so he sped up and started stroking Lovino's half-hard member again. Just a few more strokes, and a few more thrusts after, make them both screaming in pleasure from ejaculation.

Francis slipped out to lie down next to Lovino. They were both panting from both the aftermath of the orgasms, and the exhaustion sex brought to them altogether. Lovino turned over so his arm was wrapped across Francis' chest.

"Ti amo..." He said. "That means "I love you" in Italian."

"What? But you barely even..." Francis stopped that thought. He sighed. "I love you, too, my pet... No, that doesn't sound right to me anymore..."

Lovino crawled on Francis' chest. "Would "lover" be the right term, then?"

"That does sound a lot more accurate." He wrapped his arms around the minor. "Lover..." He repeated. "I like that more than "pet."

"So do I." Francis chuckled.

"I'm sure you do, lover. Lover~... My cute, Italian lover. You're so cute~." Francis kissed the top of his head. "So cute~!" He yawned.

"Are you okay?" Lovino asked. He was sort of concerned.

"Oui. I'm just so... Happy." Lovino snuggled up between Francis' chin and collar bone before slowly falling to sleep. Francis smiled softly and kissed the top of Lovino's head. "J'amour vous, mon plus cher."*

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I was going to make Feliciano survive or something, but I started writing this because I wanted to write about how a sexually abused boy seeks solace for someone better, or something.

Like... He would want to stay with Francis because he was getting much more from him than he was from his uh... "Step dad," but it would fail if Feliciano was alive, so...

"Au revoir" - "Good bye"

"Allo, mon cher" - "Hello, my dear"

"Pour vous" - "For you"

"Que" - "What"

"J'amour vous, mon plus cher" - "I love you, my dearest" (plus dear, or more than just "dear" alone.)