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!
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Ludwig placed his hand on Alfred's forehead. He's been asleep for a while, and he was panting, and warm. "Shit. Did they give me a sick slave?" He groaned in frustration. He shook Alfred's shoulder. "American. Wake up."
Alfred's eyes fluttered opened. "Wh... Where..?"
"We're at a hotel. You passed out in the car last night. We have to leave."
Alfred groaned and covered his face with the thick blanket, which was soon moved away. "S-Stop..." He tried covering himself back up.
"We have to leave, American."
Alfred finally sat up and looked around. He only saw two beds, a nightstand with a menu on it, and a small dining table. "Wh... Who are you? Where am I? Wh-Why am I naked? What's going on?!" 'Why... Why does the skin of the ass hurt..?' He started panting, almost hyperventilating.
"Calm down and tell me- what do you remember last?"
'What do I..?' Alfred gasped and scooted away from the man. "Go away!" He noticed that his wrists and ankles were still tied together. "What is going on?!" He asked again.
"You're mine now. I bought you."
"What?" Alfred squirmed around in pain.
"We have to go, now." Ludwig grabbed the blanket he wrapped Alfred around the night before. "We still have a few hours to go before we get to Germany."
"Germany? Where are we?!" He was picked up and being carried bridal-style.
"We're in Austria." Alfred squirmed around. He groaned and panted. He was sweating a little.
"God..."
Ludwig had to put Alfred down to open one of the back doors before putting the other man inside. "Wait here. I'm going to make a phone call."
He went back inside of the hotel, payed for the room, and used their phone. He slightly leaned against the wall while waiting.
"Ciao?"*
"Is this Francis?" There was a small pause, before the other person started talking again.
"No. I'll go get him." The other person set the phone down. Ludwig didn't have to wait too long before Francis was on the phone.
"Allo~?"*
"Hallo,* Francis. It's Ludwig."
"Oh~! How are you~?"
"Gut.* I bought a new slave last night-"
"Congrats!"
"Well, I was just wondering, was Lor- err... Lovino, did he have a fever when you got him?"
"No. Why? Does yours?"
"Yes. He keeps on squirming around and groaning, so I was just wondering if you bought him while he was sick."
"Wait... I think I've heard similar stories. Did you request a pain killer for him?"
"He was already drugged, so no."
"That's probably it. I asked them to give a pain killer to Lovino before getting him home. The drug was pretty strong, so I didn't really hear any complaining. I would suggest that you give him a pain killer- slash- anti-fever pill, and some lotion for burns."
"Okay, thanks. Bye."
"Ciao~!"
Ludwig hung up and went back outside. He got in the drivers seat of his car and looked back. Alfred was still panting and squirming around in pain. "I'm going to stop at a pharmacy before we get home. You can stay in here."
Alfred wasn't paying attention. He was tired. He almost fell asleep until the car stopped, and Ludwig got out of the car. 'It hurts... God, it hurts!'
Soon, he was forced into a sitting position. Ludwig forced a little red pill into his mouth, and gave him water to wash it down. Alfred jerked his head away after he felt the pill go down his throat.
"That pill will help you with the pain. I also got some special lotion that will help as well. Get on your stomach."
"How? I would fall if I did that."
Ludwig gritted his teeth together, before flipping Alfred over on his stomach. He started to gently apply the lotion on the burn, making the other man squirm around.
"Stop moving." He growled.
"Stop touching my ass!" Alfred snapped.
"I'm trying to help!"
"Who the fuck are you?!"
"I'm your master!"
It took Alfred a second to understand exactly what Ludwig just said. "...What?!"
"You were the main event at a slave auction, and I bought you. You were so doped up though, that I doubt that you were even aware of your surroundings. You are my slave for the rest of our lives."
"What?" He ran over what Ludwig just told him over and over again in his head. "What?! No! No, no, no... You are not... I am not... I will never be... Slavery is illegal in America, now!"
Ludwig scoffed. "Barely. Besides, we're not in America. We're in Austria."
"But I. Am. From. Ame-ri-ca."
"I know. That's why I bought you. We're on the news. I wouldn't give them my face, but my name is in there."
Alfred shook his head. "No... This is... Th-This is a nightmare..." He started chuckling nerviously to himself.
"A nightmare that you are living." Ludwig slammed the car door shut, and got into the driver's seat. "American or not, I own you legally here." He started driving off, while ignoring the angry curses from Alfred.
Alfred took some deep breaths to calm him down, before talking again. "What's your name."
"What good will that do you? You can't use my name to get me into trouble. Again, I own you legally here."
"Just tell me your name so I know how to address you!"
"You will address me as "meister."
"Meister..." Alfred repeated to himself. "What kind of name is that? Even for a German name-"
"It's not an actual name. It means "master" in German."
Alfred tried sitting up. "I am NOT going to call you master!" He growled in anger.
Ludwig sighed. "Fine. I'll tell you my name, if you will tell me yours. If you don't, than I'll make up a name for you."
Alfred thought about that for a while. "...First, and last?"
"I only need to hear your first."
"No, I mean, you will tell me both names?"
"If you'll tell me yours, than sure, but again, you can't do anything that would get me into trouble for this."
"Ah..." He whispered in hesitation. "A-Alfred Jones..."
"Ludwig Beilschmidt."
"Bee-il-sh... Bell... Beel... Ludwig B."
"Master. You will call me "master." You don't have to call me meister so much, considering that you don't even know another language besides english."
"I know some French, and a little Spanish... Well, I know a few words of French, at least... That's not even the damn problem!"
"It seems like you're feeling a bit better. Are you?"
"Why the hell do you care?"
"I don't need a useless slave."
"I'm not a damn slave!" He snapped.
"Keep that up, and you'll end up... Well... They gave me a chain leash and a new whip. I can't wait to use the whip." Just the thought was starting to arouse him a bit. "I just need a reason to whip you."
Alfred started thrashing around. He tried to flip on his back again so he could sit up, but that didn't last long. He was tired. "What about my family? A-And school?"
'What?!' Ludwig thought, in shock. 'Did me sell me a kid?!' Ludwig turned his head slightly. "Wait a second, how old are you?!"
"Nineteen. I had a football scholorship, a-and... My brother... What if they got him? S-Sir... Ludwig... I-I have to at least contact my family."
"I spent a lot of marks... Um, money, to get you. You were not easy to get, nor were you cheap. I don't plan on giving you up."
"But I have a life! I-I have a job, a family... I'm going to college... I-I have to go home, to my life!"
"Then..." Ludwig couldn't hide a chuckle in his voice. "Welcome to your new life."
"B-But..." Tears were trying to escape from the corners of Alfred's eyes. 'Don't cry! Heroes do NOT cry! B-But... They also don't get themselves kidnapped and sold as slaves!' He sighed in an attempt to stop crying, but it didn't work. He couldn't stop.
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(French and Italian... Yes, that was Lovino.) "Ciao" - "Hello," or "Bye"
(French)"Allo" - "Hello"
(German) "Hallo" - "Hello"
"Gut" - "Good"
