Dark stained souls

RusAme slave AU

Warnings: implied rape, pedophilia, abuse, slavery, sex, violence, fighting... includes descriptive sex and abuse

*I do not own hetalia or his characters*


Alfred saw him - Winter, all majestic with his heavy black coat and gold things. A riot started to happen. Of course people would get mad that the bastard was in the city, taking his men to the palace and choosing women as you would choose an apple on a fruit stand. Alfred had to control every fiber of his human blood and flesh not to kill the man. He focused on the light blond with the scarf, his build almost as big as Winter himself, his skin white and a fucking disturbing smile. In Alfred's most modest opinion, he would be a handsome man if he was not working for the bastard.

'It's time, this is my chance' he thought, 'this is for Matthew.'

He got ready and started to run, taking advantage of the confusion and shoving himself into the light blond, taking both down. The tall man was not expecting this, and fell easily. Alfred smirked. Winter walked back with wide eyes, and a man placed himself on his side, protecting him.

Ivan grabbed his arms and Alfred took them from his grip. They started rolling on the ground, trying to make each other submit. Alfred kicked him and Ivan growled and punched him. Alfred was not counting on the men to be so strong and bended, giving the light blond advantage to get on top of him. Alfred would not take it easily and bit his arm, but the man did not move, so he pulled his hips up, destabilizing the man and make them invert position. Ivan pulled his hair and Alfred pulled his scarf, cutting his air supply. Ivan kneed him hard in the stomach and Alfred dropped the scarf, giving Ivan time to grab his arms and place them on his back, turning him half around. Alfred thrashed and was succeeding in letting the tall men loosing his grip when Winter called.

''Stop! What's the meaning of this?'' He looked down on them on the ground, the light blond looked stoic while panting slightly, Alfred also panted but looked defiant.

''I want to be a fighter!'' he said firmly.

Alfred heard a chuckle and glared to the man grabbing his arms on his back, he was no longer thrashing and looked up to Winter again.

''Ivan, why did you not make this kid submit?'' Alfred looked to the men, his face was near his and he saw one unreadable expression. Alfred glared when he called him a kid. He was no longer a kid, damn it!

''Is this kid that strong?'' Winter said again and the man named Ivan nodded once. Alfred released one breath he did not know he was keeping; maybe his chances will not be ruined.

''Do you think he has a fierce soul?'' Alfred looked up with wide eyes, what was happening here? Oh God he will not make it there, he will not see his brother again. He looked again fiercely to the tall man holding his arms in a firm and tight grip, the man looked back as if studying him. He had purple eyes. Alfred never saw purple eyes and stared a bit, not listening what was happening around him. When he got up from his stupor, he looked to Winter, then down to the ground.

''He has a fierce soul, Master'' the man said, making Alfred open his mouth in surprise.

Winter hummed and kneeled in front of them. He grabbed Alfred's chin and stared at him. He tested his arms and legs, feeling them up. Alfred felt uncomfortable but kept his face steady.

''He needs work… he can come with us….'' He said in that emotionless deep voice Alfred remembers so well. He felt Ivan getting up and dragging him up too and looked up to Winter, lips in a tight line - he made it, right?

''You will have one week to prove that you deserve to be a fighter on my house. If you deserve it, you will win your share of money, men and women, but if not, you won't live to tell your story.'' Winter stated. Alfred nodded, a glint in his blue eyes.

Winter started walking and Alfred smirked. Finally he will get to the palace and find Matthew. 'Oh sweet God, thanks' he thought cheerfully. He looked to his side, flinching when he saw the tall man staring at him and shaking his head. He rubbed his arms frowning; the bastard hurt him.

''Stupid,'' Ivan said and started walking after Winter, taking his position, leaving a confused Alfred to follow them.

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After a few hours of walking, Alfred yawned, tired. He hadn't slept properly for three days, being too nervous about this day. Now he was walking with Winter's men and the devil himself. He saw that Winter only trusts in the man named Ivan; he asks him his opinion and keeps him closer. The man doesn't show a single emotion, though, and that's unnerving. He looks important, dressed with fitting clothes, he must be important to have fitting clothes, right?

The other three men were not as strong - ugly men with baggy clothes but also strong enough to make Winter safe. Actually, the only man worth looking at was Ivan,. Alfred checked his ass; yes, he was totally worth looking at. A few women even glanced to him, blushing, Alfred did not enjoy that but, after a while, the same women glanced to him and he felt better. Alfred doesn't enjoy being the second best in anything, his pride is already bruised for not being able to kick the man's ass. And besides, he is awesome and hot, in his opinion. He frowned when a hot girl started talking to him, 'bastard I bet he has a tiny dick! AH! I have a huge one ahah' he thought, laughing to himself, receiving odd looks.

He tried to talk with the fighters but they ignored him and he pouted, idiots. Winter entered in one house, letting the slaves outside, and he heard a hum.

''You are so young, why do you want to be a fighter?'' a childish voice asked - no, demanded. He looked up to meet purple eyes, bastard.

''You have nothing to do with it,'' Alfred hissed, glaring. The man was as young as himself and he is not that young. He's 20 he is a MAN with all the letters big and wide!

''Idiot, you do not know what you are doing, if you go away now I will make sure they do not say a word to Winter,'' he offered and Alfred looked confused to him. The hell, shouldn't he be happy to have more subordinates? Oh no… he gets it, he feels threatened by his awesome looks and strength. Ah, so predictable.

''Do not feel threatened, snowman! I will make sure I do not kick your ass too hard!'' Alfred said and received a glare and a sigh.

They did not talk again that day.


Next: the first day on the House~~

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