Okay well I've got a few followers/reviews, so I'll keep this going for now. Any side pairings you're interested in seeing pop up or get a cameo?
Hetalia and all these characters belong to Hidekaz Himaruya.
The group soon arrived at the Market house. Arthur was much quieter now that he'd exhausted himself with all of his struggling. He stood off to the side while the guards negotiated a price for him. When they reached an agreement, Arthur was shoved over to the Market worker.
"You are absolutely disgusting," the worker sneered. "You need a bath." Arthur glared at him, but followed the man. I'll save my energy for later, when I really need it.
For the next hour, Arthur was passed along from person to person. First, the bath attendant washed him, despite Arthur's insistence that he could manage by himself. Then he was dressed in a simple white garment that went down to his knees. After a splash of perfume, he was being lead out onto the floor.
He could see dozens of Dziesiecs standing in their assigned squares. Trzys were walking around, occasionally stopping a worker and asking questions.
As they walked, his assigned attendant turned to him and explained, "You will stand in your square until you are either purchased or requested for examination, understand?"
"Examination?" Arthur asked.
"Yes, yes, examination," the attendant said impatiently. "There are rooms around to test out the merchandise." Arthur paled and stood still as the severity of his situation finally sunk in. Oh shit, I'm going to be sold! To a perverted monster who'll use me for sex! When his attendant looked back at him, Arthur turned and ran.
Straight into the chest of a Trzy.
Arthur looked up and froze. The man in front of him was tall and muscular, with long blonde hair and blue eyes. His frown turned into a small smile as he looked Arthur up and down.
"Well hello, mon petit chou," the man greeted him with a slight accent. Arthur jumped back just as the attendant reached them.
"I am so sorry, Mr. Bonnefoy, sir" the attendant apologized, recognizing the Trzy immediately. "I'll make sure he's punished." The worker glared at Arthur and grabbed his arm roughly, ready to lead him away.
"Wait," Mr. Bonnefoy ordered. "How much is he?"
The attendant seemed surprised that anyone was interested in buying Arthur, but recovered quickly and answered, "He's valued at 400 keps." 400 keps! That's enough to keep me going for two years!
"Only 400?" Mr. Bonnefoy said. "That seems low, even for a Dziesiec."
"Well, there's been some trouble with this one. He's got a nasty temper," his attendant admitted.
The Trzy scratched at his unshaven chin for a moment, then decided, "I'll take him." Arthur's eyes grew wide. It's actually happening.
"Are you sure you wouldn't like to use an examination room before making a decision?" the attendant asked.
Arthur was relieved when Mr. Bonnefoy shook his head and replied, "I'm certain I want him. Let's go fill out the paperwork, shall we?" The trio went into a room with a desk, a few chairs, and a small fire. Arthur was pushed forward, and the door was locked. Mr. Bonnefoy shuffled through some papers, signing every so often. When he was finished, the two men looked at Arthur expectantly.
"Take off that cloth," the attendant ordered.
"Like hell I'll take it off," Arthur snapped. The worker didn't even blink as he reached forward and ripped the cloth off of Arthur.
"Hey, what the fuck is your problem?!" Arthur yelled, turning bright red as he moved his hands to cover himself. The attendant nodded at Mr. Bonnefoy, and the blonde picked up one of the metal rods that had been resting in the fire. When he pulled it out, Arthur saw that it was a brand in the shape of an ornate F.
Arthur fell backwards in his chair in his desperation to escape. He shot up and pounded on the door, screaming for help. His attendant threw him to the ground and pinned him down on his stomach. Arthur struggled frantically, screeching and sobbing when the metal was pressed down onto the side of his waist. The brand was removed after a few seconds, but his flesh continued to burn.
The teen didn't resist as the wound was bandaged up. He was in too much pain to do anything but cry. He was vaguely aware of a new cloth being draped over him before arms wrapped around him.
"Shhh, it's okay, mon caneton," Mr. Bonnefoy whispered. "Francis is here, you're alright." He rubbed circles on Arthur's back, making sure to keep far away from the bandage. Eventually Arthur calmed down enough to be embarrassed.
He pushed Francis away and snarled, "Get away from me." The Trzy chuckled and stood up.
"Come on," Francis said, holding out a hand to Arthur. "Let's go home."
I found a list of french lovey dovey nicknames for guys so that's where I'm getting the stuff Francis calls Arthur.
mon petit chou - my little cabbage (I like this one. It's funny)
mon caneton - my duckling
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