imayura Hidekaz owns Hetalia.

Warning- May contain some racial slurs or "speaking the lord(s) name in vain." I don't mean to offend ANYONE!

Oh, and I have no idea what whores would normally get payed for, but APPARENTLY, they're having a MEGA INFLATION, so~ whoring.

APHAPHAPH

300/20,000

Ludwig told him that, for immunity of getting captured ever again, it cost about twenty-thousand German marks. He said that it was about twelve-thousand, five-hundred American dollars.

"Three-hundred to fuck the American slave, then?" Alfred heard a man speak in a language he didn't understand, but Ludwig nodded.

"It will be an extra two hundred if you want privacy with my slave. Also, he WILL tell me if you used his mouth or hands. The reason why it's extra, is just in case something happens to him, and he has to be looked at by a doctor."

The man shrugged. "Fine. I'll just take him with you watching. It doesn't matter to me." Ludwig smirked and grabbed a chair to sit on and watch. Alfred frowned a bit.

"You're going to watch?"

"It'll cost extra if he wants privacy. I'll be watching so he doesn't hurt you, or do anything more to you." Alfred nodded in understandment. "It will also cost extra if he doesn't use any lubricant."

'That's pretty smart...' Alfred thought to himself. 'He's still a dick, though.'

"Hands and knees, Alfred. Spread your legs out."

Alfred complied. He felt hands grabbing onto his hips, and soon, he felt the stranger's length slip inside of him with ease. The man would thrust inside and out quickly, not letting Alfred get used to his length and girth, first.

"Slow down a bit." Ludwig told the man.

The thrusts slowed down, and Alfred sighed in relief. He was starting to feel pleasure in this, once the pain was gone. The thrusts were still hard, though, meaning more pressure on his prostate. He arched back and moaned.

One of the man's hands found their way around Alfred's hips, and grabbed his shaft. He gasped at the pleasure of the stroking, but then he heard Ludwig talk again.

"That will also cost extra. You may be able to sell the American's sperm, if you were to get any. I'm not sure. I haven't tried it yet, but still, he's an American slave. He can make other half-American slaves."

"How much extra?" The man asked.

"Fifty."

The strokes sloweed down a bit, before they sped up. Alfred would moan in the pleasure of the hand wrapped around him, and the man thrusting against his prostate. He screamed when he came. The man came shortly after him.

"I'm assuming that you have the extra fifty, then?"

The man nodded while panting. "Just give me a minute to wash up. I'm sure you don't want me to give you the marks with my hands as dirty as they are."

Ludwig nodded, and the man got cleaned up. He took the blanket that he brought with him and put it over Alfred's body. "You did good. You made three-fifty in marks from this."

The man came back, with the promised money. "Here you go. Thanks for letting me use your slave. Mine will fight me all the way. It's nice to have a submissive one, for a change. Even if it IS someone elses slave..."

"You are free to use Alfred again any time... Unless you want to hire me to break your slave for you?"

"You'll do that? How much will THAT cost me?"

"Two-hundred. You will pay AFTER I break the slave. If you don't have the money, then I'll keep it until you do. Agree? Unless you would rather have to pay at least three-hundred to do Alfred over and over again?"

The man nodded. "Y-Yeah... I agree. Just let me go get him. I'll be right back." He left the two alone, for the moment.

Alfred slowly got up, so he could put on his clothes, which were folded neatly by the chair Ludwig was sitting on.

"Alfred, there will be someone coming over with us for a while."

"Why?" Alfred already knew the reason, but he wanted to have a reason to snap at Ludwig right then and there.

"He needs to be broken. I'll be getting two-hundred, for your brother's immunity, from this."

"Here he is."

The man pulled in a fighting, blond male. The slave had his wrists together by a chain wrapping around them uncomfortably. He had a ball-gag in his mouth, as well.

"He's pretty."

"Yeah, but he needs a rough master. A master showing him no mercy."

"I can tame him, no problem." The boy's green eyes widen. He looked at the man who said that, before looking away, blushing.

"Don't be so cocky just yet. Hey." The man yanked on the chain, making the younger boy fall forward a little. "This man is going to be your new master for a while." The boy looked at Ludwig, then back at his master, and nodded.

"I can take him now." Ludwig offered. He was handed the other end of the chain. He tipped the boy's chin up to examine his face. The boy averted his eyes away to avoid looking at him.

"Good luck with him..."

aphaphaph

550/20,000

"I can't believe that you're enslaving another man!" Alfred yelled at Ludwig, while the German was driving.

"I'm not enslaving the man, exactly. The man that you just had sex with, he's paying me to break him. That money is going towards your brother."

Alfred gritted his teeth. "I... I can't just sit here, knowing that you're going to be hurting someone..."

That "someone" was sitting quietly in the back seat, looking outside of the window. He couldn't understand what the two were saying, nor could he detect the language they were speaking in.

"Then I'll have to chain you to the bed so you won't be bothering me while I'm working."

Alfred looked back to see the boy. "What's his name, anyway?"

Ludwig shrugged. "The man never said. I'll have to come up with one my self."

"What?! You can't just change someone's name!"

"I can, if they don't have a name. I doubt that he will want to be called "you," "slave," and the such..."

'Shit...' Alfred growled in frustration. "I... I guess... Um..." He looked at the boy again, who looked back at him. "Jade?"

"Jade?" Ludwig repeated. "Because of his eyes?"

"I guess... Do you have a better name?"

"For a pretty boy like him? I guess, Luca."

"Luca?" Alfred repeated. "Well, I guess, if he doesn't have a name... How can anyone not have a name, though?"

"Abandonment as a child, or even as a baby, or maybe his parents were simply cruel, and didn't bother giving him a name. Maybe he was born into slavery, as unlikely as that sounds."

"Oh..." "Luca" turned his head back so he staring outside of the window again. 'I really feel sorry for him.'

They both had no idea what was about to happen from this.