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!

Again, you kind of need to read "Unbroken" to understand this chapter... ^^;

APHAPHAPH

"You promise to be a good boy for your master when they get here, Alfred?"

"I don't have a master!" Alfred hissed in between his teeth.

Ludwig slapped him, making him almost lose his balance completely. "You will address me only as such around them, if you care about your brother. Understand?"

Alfred's eyes widen a little at the mention of his brother. "Yeah..."

"Gut." He forced Alfred to stand up tall so he could run his eyes up and down his body. Alfred was wearing a cozy red sweater, with blue jeans, and white socks. "You look very nice. Just out of curiosity, though- why did you choose to put on those clothes?"

Alfred pulled on the chest of the sweater. "Red..." He lifted a foot up. "White..." He patted his legs. "And blue."

Ludwig smirked at what could be looked as a small rebellious move. "How cute. Francis is from France, remember? Their flag is also red, white, and blue, so I'm sure he'll like the combination."

"Francis from France." Alfred repeated.

"Yeah, I know..." Ludwig took out a coffee pot and some filters. "There is some cream in the fridge. Grab them and then lay them out on the table."

Alfred complied. He set all of the different flavors of coffee cream down on the table. Ludwig set a thing of sugar in the middle of them all. Alfred saw a car pulling up in the driveway through the window in the kitchen.

"Is that them?"

Ludwig checked to see who he was talking about. A man with long, blond hair, and another man with more of a maroon colored hair, and a stray hair curled to the side, stepped out of the car together.

"That is them."

There was a knock on the door soon after. Ludwig answered it, with a smile on his face. He heard Lovino gasp. "I'm glad you two finally made it. Was your trip over here a safe one?" Lovino was gripping onto Francis' arm tightly, and started shaking in fear.

"Yes, it was. Thank you for inviting us over."

"Well, come on inside. I'm making coffee right now, so it should be available in a matter of minutes." Ludwig stepped aside for the two, and Francis tried stepping foward, but Lovino wouldn't move.

"It will be okay, I promise..." Francis whispered to him. "I'll hurt him, if he even tries hurting you." Lovino gripped his arm tighter. "Please, do this, for me? I promise, nothing bad will happen." Lovino paused for a few seconds, before finally stepping forward with Francis. "Merci beaucoup, Lovino."*

"It's been a while, hasn't it, Lovino?"

The Italian boy whimpered and tried hiding behind Francis' arm. "Don't try to scare him, please. He is not yours, anymore." It hurt Lovino to hear those words, especially from Francis.

Ludwig smirked. "I was just trying to make a friendly conversation." Lovino gritted his teeth together.

'"Friendly" my ass!'

"Wait, what?" Alfred walked up to them. "Not yours anymore?"

Francis smiled. "Ah~, is this your much talked about slave?"

"I'M-..." Alfred had to stop himself. "...Alfred."

Francis held his hand out. "Francis, and this is Lovino." Alfred took Francis' hand in his own and shook it. "Lovino once belonged to Ludwig, but, well... I just missed him so much, so I took him back." Francis took Lovino into his arms. "It was the best decision I ever made."

"Yeah? What about him?" He jerked his head towards Lovino, who's eyes widen in disbelief. "He's not okay with being a slave, I'm sure." He yelped when he was forcefully pulled away by the back of his collar. His body was slammed against the wall.

"What did I tell you?! Do you want your brother to be a slave to some person neither one of us even knows?!" Ludwig hissed in his ear.

"I'm sorry! I just... I forgot, for a second. Please, don't let my brother get hurt! I'll behave. Damn it, please! I'll behave!"

"You're going to apologize to Francis. Tonight, you will spread your legs out and moan like a bitch. Don't give me a fight tonight." Alfred nodded. He was released from Ludwig's grip. "Good." He was dragged back into the living room. "Come on, now."

"Um... I'm... Sorry..." Alfred muttered under his breath.

"It's alright. Really. Of course, we had problems, at first, but-"

"I don't want to remember that." Lovino whispered. Francis grabbed him around his shoulders.

Ludwig set out a few coffee mugs on the table. "Francis, do you want any coffee?"

Francis nodded. "That would be wonderful. Thank you."

"And you, Lovino?" Lovino tensed up, but he nodded.

"So... "Alfred..." That is an American name, non?"

"Yeah." Alfred smiled.

"So, you are the famous American slave, then. No wonder Ludwig seemed so excited whenever he would talk about you!" His smile, and mood, completely deflated. "I'm sorry... I did not mean to offend you."

"Uh-huh."

"Aflred." Alfred looked at Ludwig, who held out a mug. He took it and walked over to the table. He picked up one of the bottles of cream by random (he couldn't read what they said, anyway) and poured some into his coffee until it was a nice, creamy brown. "Save some for our guests, now!"

"Huh? Oh." He set the bottle down. "I'm sorry. My mind was somewhere else."

Francis chuckled innocently. "That is quite alright."

Alfred smiled nervously and stirred the cream and coffee together.

"By the way, Alfred." Alfred looked at Lovino.

'So he ISN'T a mute...' He thought to himself.

"I happen to lo-ike, Francis. He takes care of me, and my brother, even though my brother is still living in Italy, free to come and go as he pleases. I'm here right now because of a debt I owed but couldn't pay on time, to the Mafia."

"How can you... I mean..." Alfred had to choose his words wisely. "Don't you miss being able to do whatever you wanted?"

Lovino shrugged. "I don't have that kind of freedom now? Yeah, Francis gets me to do stuff that I don't want to do, but it's a small price to pay for what he gives me."

Alfred couldn't understand how anybody could like having their freedom taken away from them.

"'Sorry to interrupt, but I would like to talk to Francis, in private, about something. Is it okay if we talk outside?" Ludwig asked.

Francis nodded. "Of course." He patted Lovino's head before following Ludwig.

"You better not hurt him!" Lovino growled. All three of the blond men stared at him with wide eyes, before Francis chuckled.

"Come save me if I start screaming, okay?"

Lovino looked away, embarassed. His face was starting to go red. "Yeah... Whatever..."

Once they were outside, Alfred started talking to Lovino again. "You're not ACTUALLY okay with being a slave, are you?"

Lovino's eyebrow twitched. "Yes, I am." He stared down into his coffee mug. "It took awhile, and at first, I hated anyone that would make me his slave, but... I love that bastard."

"What?! But you just said-"

"I got to know him. He's a wonderful man, when you get to do that, you know? He saved me and my brother's life, just by buying me, and then he continued to donate money to my brother to help him out, while I'm with him. I didn't have to do anything."

"Oh..." They sat there in silence for a few seconds...

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"What is it that you want to talk to me about, Ludwig?"

"Lovino. He seems to be very submissive, now."

"Yeah... Thank you, for helping me out with that. Because you showed him what could have happened to his life, I got to know him, and... Well, I would set him free, but I am too afraid that he would run away, and never come back..."

"Then why would you even think about setting him free?"

"Because, a master proposing to his slave is... I mean, it seems kind of-"

"Was?!* "Propose?!" Propose to what?!"

"Marriage. I want to marry Lovino..."

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"If you tell anyone what I told you, I'll rip your tongue off." Lovino threatened.

Alfred raised his eyebrows. "Okay, calm down... I won't tell anyone. I promise."

Lovino stared at Alfred for a few seconds. "Somehow, I don't believe you..."

"I'll probably forget about what you told me within the day."

Lovino sighed. "Whatever. Just as long as Francis doesn't know..."

"Why wouldn't you want Francis to know your feelings for him?" Lovino shrugged.

"I just don't... Not right now, anyway."

Alfred really, really didn't understand how anyone could love the person keeping them as a slave.

APHAPHAPH

(French) "Merci beaucoup" - "Thank you very much"

(German) "Was" - "What"