I'm sorry for forgetting about the warnings. Non-con in this chapter, as well.
I've been reading through this fic, while watching/listening to the TV... I want Alfred to be in-character, but it seemed to be kind of... Not really... I've heard many actual stories, lately, and depending on the person, would depend on the aftermath of rape. One of them even smiled throughout the story she was telling... Crap.
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!
"No! My slime~!" (My boyfriend said this... *Huff*)
APHAPHAPH
'No! Not again!' Alfred ran off without another thought. Ludwig let him. He knew that Alfred couldn't run far, and he had all of the keys to locks that he couldn't just unlock by using some thin tool like a paper clip.
"Alfred~!" He sang out, as though it was a game. "You are only making this worse for yourself." He tried opening the bathroom door. It was locked, and he heard Alfred yelp in surprise. He smirked.
Alfred waited until the shadow under the door left, before leaving the bathroom and running to the bathroom in the bedroom. He put the curtains over the tub and crouched down in it. He knew that it wouldn't work, and that he was just making things worse, but his pride wouldn't let him give in.
When Ludwig moved the shower curtain, he yelped and tried getting away again, but this time, Ludwig caught him, with ease. "No, no! Please, I don't... I..." Ludwig ignored his pleading.
"Are you stupid? Why did you run?"
"I'm not stupid!" Alfred snapped. "I-I don't... I mean... I-It hu... It... I don't want to be..." He was dragged to the bed. He yelped when strong hands pinned him down. "G-Go slow, p-please! I want to get used to... I-I mean..."
Ludwig's eyebrow raised. 'Why isn't he fighting?' He cupped Alfred's cheek in one palm, making said boy flinch. Soft fingers gently trailed down to his chest. "It must be very hard for you." He didn't try to arouse the boy, yet.
Alfred nodded. "I-I have a loving famil- ah..." He stopped himself, suddenly. "Mattie..."
Ludwig tilted his head slightly. "What?"
"My brother was with me in Mexico! What if they got him, too?!" He sat up. "Please, Lu... Ludwig... Right?" Ludwig nodded. "I-I have to contact him to warn him. Please..."
Ludwig took a second to think about it. "Do you know the number of the phone to where you were staying?"
Alfred nodded, with tears in his eyes. "Yes! Oh God, thank you!" Ludwig raised a hand to stop him.
"I will call to warn him." Alfred nodded slowly. Ludwig got out a sheet a paper, and a pencil, from the nightstand. "What's the number?"
"It's..."
"Okay. I'll go tell him right now." Ludwig got off of the bed, with Alfred following him.
"Oh, thank you! Than-"
"But..." Ludwig interrupted. "You must be a good boy when I show you off to a friend of my own brother's."
"Of course!"
"And, you will spread your legs out for me after I make the call."
Alfred nodded. "Whatever I have to do!"
He stood there and watched as Ludwig dialed the number and placed the phone by his head. They waited for a few seconds, before Ludwig had to hand up.
"I'll make a few more calls, to let them know that if the specific person I describe was to be there as a slave, than to tell me so I can pay double of what they are offering. I won't hurt your brother. I'll pay for his immunity to ever be sold as a slave, ever, no matter what."
Alfred couldn't believe it. "Oh my God... Thank you! Wh... What do I have to do?"
"You may have to whore yourself out, if I get a call back, to repay the debt."
He took a second to think about it, before nodding. "Whatever I need to do for my brother."
Ludwig smiled. "So, I will need to know what he looks like."
"Oh, right. Um... He has blonde hair, purple eyes, and a single strand of hair that sticks out and curls... Oh, and he will need glasses."
Ludwig wrote everything he was told, down. "Purple eyes? That's going to be one expensive boy. I may have to get my brother to help us out."
"I'll do anything, just to see that he's safe! I promise!"
"Okay then. Wait for me in the bedroom, and strip your clothes off while you're at it."
Alfred nodded and ran into the room. He quickly got naked and sat on the bed, waiting. 'Whatever... I'll endure anything for Mattie.' He hugged his own body, and sat down so he was partially covering himself with his knees. He gasped slightly and looked away when Ludwig entered the room.
"If only you could see how adorable you look right now." Ludwig started taking his clothes off. "I called a few places, and I'm sure they'll let other places know. Your brother should be just fine, no matter what happens to him." He stood in front of Alfred once he was completely naked. "Look."
"Can't you just get this over with?"
"I can, and I also can call them back to say that I change my mind, instead."
Alfred looked over to see Ludwig's penis, with his new glasses. He was still thick, and pretty long. The only thing different was that it was clearer now.
He slumped down on his stomach ungracefully and spreaded his legs out for Ludwig. "I'm cooperating, so there's really no need to hurt me." He said, trying to sound tough.
"We'll see about that..."
Ludwig grabbed a bottle of lubrication before sitting on the bed. He coated two fingers, before slipping them inside of Alfred, who gasped and tensed up.
"You will want to relax, if you don't want it to hurt."
Alfred tried relaxing, for his own sake, but he couldn't. It hurt too much last time. He whimpered and tensed up even more when Ludwig found his prostate.
"S-Stop, stop!" He hated himself for not being able to take fingers. He was tougher than this, after all. "Stop!"
Ludwig sighed and pulled his fingers out. "It's going to hurt quite a bit." He warned.
Alfred hid his face into the pillow. He was flushed red, and he didn't want his rapist to see.
"I know what can help..." Ludwig got off of the bed and dug through his "toys," until he found what he wanted. "We'll work your way up to my size."
Alfred looked over to see what he was talking about. Ludwig was holding a long, and thick phallus-shaped object in his hand. He felt blood rushing to his face again.
Ludwig covered the toy with lubricant, and slipped it inside of Alfred, who tensed up again. "Just relax." He slowly pushed and pulled it in and out of the boy. It took a while, but Alfred eventually calmed down and gave in to the toy. "There..."
Eventually, Ludwig pulled the toy out completely and set it onto the floor. He covered himself with lubricant, and loomed over Alfred's body. He kissed the back of the boy's neck.
"I'm going in. I'll go in slowly." He kept his promise, and slid in. It was easier this time. The insides of Alfred has been well coated with lubrication. "Does it hurt?"
"N... No..." Alfred was gripping onto the sheets of the bed. "It doesn't hurt..."
"Then why are you balling your hands into fists? Relax." Ludwig leaned over to suck on Alfred's neck. Alfred moaned and let go of the bed. He felt a hand go under him and wrap around his length. "A-Ah..."
"Shh..." Ludwig started pumping his hand up and down Alfred's cock. He could feel the boy relaxing around him almost completely. "That's a good boy..."
"I'm only doing this... F-For my- fuck!" Alfred gasped when Ludwig found his prostate. 'More... Almost there...'
After Ludwig came within him, he let go and slipped out. He held Alfred's wrists above his head, who whimpered from the lost pleasure. "Beg for it."
"Wh-What?" Alfred screamed. "Wh-Wh-Why?!"
"Any answer will do. It won't change anything with your brother. The only thing your answer will effect, is you."
"Just..." Alfred whimpered again. "Just let me cum!"
"That's not begging. That's demanding. I told you to beg!"
Alfred groaned in frustration and started squirming around. "I need to cum. P-Please let me cum..."
"Okay..." Ludwig let go of the boy. "For demanding the first time, you can do it yourself."
Alfred's face flushed red again, but he needed to cum. He wrapped a hand around his own arousal and started stroking. He bit his lip to keep himself from screaming once he finally did ejaculate.
"Good boy..." Ludwig repeated. "Now, go get yourself cleaned up. I'll start dinner while you're doing that."
"Wh-What about you? Y-You just had sex, too..."
"I'm not a mess, like you, though. All I need to do is put on some clothes and wash my hands."
"Um..." Alfred's voice squeaked, and he looked away. "U-Um... Th-Thanks... For possibly helping Mattie out... Th-Thank you..."
Ludwig ran a hand through Alfred's sweaty hair before leaving him alone in the room.
