So I think I'm going to shoot for updating at least once a month for this story. But it might become more frequent as OSI comes to a close (there's like 10 or so more chapters left, maybe less).

I do not own Hetalia. -.-

Life hates everyone. It doesn't matter if it acts like it likes someone; they will get screwed over at some point by Life. A person can be on top of the world, and with one little twitch of the finger, Life can flick them to bottom of the bottom. And all for what?

Laughs. Life loves to humor itself.

Assuming that Life was just on one of its little laughing sprees, Alfred Jones offered what little compassion he could to the French Beta sitting across the room from him. It had been about five years since Alfred was "adopted" by the man, five years since the Alpha had seen his brother, and five years since his life went from Life's kicking can to Life's most precious pet.

He was handsome and strong, (nearly) every wish of his was granted, and he was protected by money and influence. But, like a prized pet, he was caged, bound, and his freedom was ripped from him. He howled and cried out for the first few years, fighting back in a much too forward fashion, lashing out at everything his "father" told him and demanded for him to do. But the whip is a quick teacher, and embarrassment an even better one.

"What are your thoughts Alfred?"

The voice was sickly sweet; an indicator that the man thought Alfred was not paying attention to his presentation and hoped to make a mockery of him once again with other major business partners present. Alfred looked up and the two sets of icy blue irises commenced in a silent battle of dominance, one that Alfred knew all too well. Alfred accepted the challenge by clearing his throat before beginning.

"I believe that if we move some of our stocks to the Chinese Silk Industry, as you suggested, we not only would be losing money in Italian 'imports', but also be losing money in the fact that the Chinese are fickle with what their say they will do today and what they will actually do tomorrow. Yes, there could be some benefit in having stocks in the fabric industry, but don't you already have some in France and Italy? And you also already have stocks in Japan and Taiwan, so you already have a foothold in Asia. I honestly don't see what moving money to the Chinese could bring other than drama and the overall loss of said money," Alfred concluded with a shrug.

The American Alpha knew that he just pissed off the Beta, and he was all too please with himself for doing so. The various attendees sitting at the table whispered amongst themselves, looking back and forth between Alfred and the Frenchman. Francis had set the challenge, and all Alfred did was meet it. The Alpha was young, but he was anything and everything but stupid. Francis had asked for his thoughts, and Alfred had given only about one percent of said thoughts; all others were too vial and dangerous to mutter in front of Francis, much less the current congregation they were hosting. Alfred was not stupid.

"Ah, those are very thorough views, Alfred. You've been learning to remember facts and plan ahead well," Francis beamed more to their visitors than to Alfred himself. Francis, like Alfred, was not imprudent. Taking what would have been a mockery of himself and turning it to be self-righteous praises of how well he had "raised" the American Alpha. And, being as blind as they usually were, the men and women sitting at the table agreed and commended Francis on raising such a "fine young business partner".

Alfred stayed still in his seat as Francis closed the meeting. He watched out of the corner of his eye as the men and women rose and almost each and every one of them tugged on some sort of cord or leash. They filed out, talking and joking with the others, and took no head to their pleasure servants that followed them. Young boys and girls walked on their hands and knees, trying to keep up with their respected masters and mistresses. Some wore nothing more than bikinis with high heeled shoes, and others wore long dresses with tight corsets that even gave young male Betas the body type of a well-built female Omega. They all kept quiet with their heads down, a few daring ones stole glances of their fellow slaves and even one dared to raise her head when she knocked into the back of someone other than her master.

'A stupid mistake made by a stupid Omega slave,' Alfred mused to himself as the girl was struck by both the man she ran into and her master. Keeping his tongue still during meetings was not the only thing Alfred picked up on within his first few years of living with Francis. Keeping quiet or, even better, ignoring sex slaves was almost taught from birth to those born into the higher classes, and Alfred learnt the skill quickly.

Once everyone had left and only Francis and Alfred remained the Beta let his mask of friendly words and loving smiles fall. Truth be told, Francis hated having to deal with his business partners. He found them to be carefree, simple minded, all too easy to please; none of them ever actually gave ideas on how to improve the company they had ties to and, by extension, their own companies. But he couldn't complain too much. They brought in more money to his bank account then their own and were very easy to flatter and receive favors from, thus easy to use and control.

"Well, that was exhausting," Francis spoke blatantly.

Alfred hummed in agreement. He stiffened a bit when Francis pushed his chair away from the table and tugged on the leash connected to the table. Slowly, an Omega rose up from under the table, out of her small cage which was situated there. From above, the table in which business meeting were held appeared to be nothing more than that: a table. However, underneath it laid a complex system of cages, wiring, and sound proof metal in which slaves could be kept out of the way. As one of Francis' own slaves crawled out of her cage and onto her master's lap, Alfred noticed the teasing look in the Beta's eyes. The conversation to follow was in no way new to the Alpha male, as Francis and himself had spoken it time and again.

"So, Alfred, I think it's time you invested in your own serviteur, no?" The Beta began as he motioned for his dark skinned Omega to undo her one-size-to-small bikini top. She half-heartedly did so, revealing her small breasts for a split second before her long, black hair that was tied up into pigtails by two large ruby coloured ribbons cascaded over her flesh. She was young and Francis was training her personally, her nearly soulless eyes proving that she was a newly broken slave that had not yet been taught the rules of performance. "Aren't you starting to feel your instincts starting to act up? The need to dominate? The need to breed?"

Alfred's lip twitched at the last part. Francis believed that Alphas and Omegas were merely creatures ruled by their carnal instincts; that they were nothing more than animals that wanted nothing more than a good fuck. The other blonde remained quiet, his only response being one of glaring eyes and pursed lips. Yes, they had this conversation many times before, and it would end just like every other time that they had it.

Or so Alfred had believed.

Bright light filled the room in which its sleeping occupant lay, his breathing was silent and his naked chest rose so slightly, that it was as if his nude form didn't move at all. The area where the man slept was a type of nest, built up with pillows, blankets, dangling gems just above his head, and other little trinkets that decorated his sleeping area. Each little gem dangling from a chain or string shone brightly; their colours bouncing off the walls in the room as the light graced them with its touch. But there was one gem that shone brighter than any of the others, and that was the one set in the man's necklace that had an almost choking hold on him. The colours of the gems danced upon the face of the sleeping man below the gems, his curled form a perfect area for them to mingle in the oversized bird cage that the man slept in. The golden cage was held up by an outsized crook neck staff that dangled it a half a foot off the ground next to a large king sized bed that the man inside the cage knew all too well, but was forbidden to actually sleep there.

A loud slamming of a door down the corridor had the sleeping man stirring awake, his eyes straining to keep close, but his natural and taught instincts informed him that such a choice was unwise. For, his master was coming, and from the sounds coming from his master's charge, he would not be in a happy mood. So, with an awkward stretch in his limited space, the viridian eyes of the once sleeping man fluttered open just in time for the double doors of the extravagant master bedroom to be opened. A parade of servants and slaves walked in, led by Francis, the master of the mansion, grounds, servants, and slaves; the man in the cage included.

"That ungrateful, arrogant, little piece of- Ah!" Francis yelled as he stormed over the walk in closet that might have well be another bedroom. Some of the Beta servants quickly set to work on removing the fuming Beta's suit and undergarments, while a couple other servants went to bathroom connected to the room and began to scent the indoor hot spring that their master used for relaxation, baths, or other activities. Once the Beta was in his robe, he walked back into the bedroom and let his eyes scan over the three slaves he had the servants bring up to his room.

The man in the cage watched as his master moved from room to room, staying on his knees in his little nest. As his master was in the closet, he allowed himself a glance at the slaves that were brought in.

'Two girls, one boy… the one girl looks like she is about to piss herself. Master will not be happy with that. The other girl… she was the one Master took with him to the meeting. She probably failed to serve him properly. Such a shame that she will need to be put back into training… And the boy… He's alright. He's been here a few times, but he doesn't stand out. Master is going to be displeased overall…' The green-eyed man sighed silently after his evaluations. 'This will not be good for his health… Looks like it will fall on me once again.'

Many times before the caged man would have to pleasure his master because the slaves the servants picked were usually chosen in a hurry and were not evaluated properly. While it pissed the caged man off quite a bit, he was used to it. And this time, he knew it would happen just like every other time.

And lo and behold, he was correct.

"None of these will do! Take them back!" Francis shouted at his servants. They quickly apologized and grabbed the leashes connected to each of the three slaves' collars and led them out. The Frenchman growl as he watched them disappear behind the ivory doors of his room. Once the room was cleared of servants and unwanted slaves the man sighed in aggravation and glared at the door in thought for a while. With another, more relaxed, exhalation the man turned around to face the nude male in the cage.

A smile stretched across the once angry face of the French Beta. "Mon préféré…" Francis purred as he slowly walked towards the cage. The green eyed man shivered at the thick accent, something that his master only used before claiming what he wanted. And at the moment, he wanted the man in the cage.

As his master reached the cage, the man within stayed perfectly still as the cage door was unlocked with his master's thumb pressed against the electronic lock and opened for the man to exit. ''You must never move from your cage/room/bed before Master's command.' Rule number seventeen,' The man recited to himself mentally.

"You may come out," The voice flowed like honey out of Francis' mouth. And as taught, his pet removed himself from his safe haven of pillows, trinkets and golden bars, steeping down onto the floor with his hands, followed by his knees. He then faced the Beta, mouth open wide with his pink tongue hanging out, eyes half lidded, and hips pushed up as he bowed his back.

''You must offer your pleasure services every time Master removes you from your cage/room/bed.' Rule number twenty-one.' The man recited once again as he thought about what he offering to the man standing before him. The thoughts were stimulating enough to bring his flaccid member to standing attention, but years of training had taught the man better than to become excited when he would only be denied release. ''You may never seek your own pleasure unless Master is present and has given you consent.' Rule number fifteen.'

"Ah, my dear little Favorite," Francis cooed, "I will be using your services in the bathroom today as I bath. You understand, yes?"

A silent nod was the only answer offered to the French Beta as the man on his hands and knees waited for his signal to move. How Francis loved his most trained slave as his manners, performance, and skills surpassed all others. With a quick turn on his heel, the blue eyed man walked towards the bathroom, patting his leg as he went, signaling for the other man to follow him. Once in the bathroom and telling his slave to get in the water, the Beta's mind started to real as he watched the Omega's backside move left and right as he crawled on the tile floor.

As Francis followed the green eyed man into the water he smiled in delight at the plan his mind had just conjured up. His plan was perfect, just as perfect as the Omega slave that sat in his lap as he rested on the floor of the shallow pool of hot water. Each kiss, lick, and suck left behind by the blonde slave on Francis' body only re-assured him of what he was going to instruct the Omega to do. But with a silent gasp and a shudder of the slave's body as he pinched the man's nipple to stop him from biting, Francis decided it would be best if he gave the command after their bath.

"Careful, Arthur. We don't to be leaving marks on Master, do we?"

Sleep refused to take over Alfred's body as he way on his king sized bed in the bedroom that he claimed as his after first waking up in said bed nearly five years prior. It had become some strange form of a 'safe haven' from everything. It was the last place Alfred was before discovering what had happened to his brother, and something about that calmed him. Granted it was the place that he also was given the news about Matthew, and while that bothered him quite a bit, sleeping in the bedroom seemed to more peaceful than in a different room in a different house with a different "family".

'Shit… I need to stop trying to reason everything,' Alfred groaned into his pillow.

The Alpha would have stayed in that position if it had not been the gentle knocking at the door and the reek of sex that wafted into Alfred's nose.

'Arthur's here… By Francis' bidding no less,' Alfred growled. However, he couldn't be mad at the slave as he had to obey everything Francis demanded of him; no matter how much either of them hated it.

So, slowly walking over to the door, Alfred opened the door to let Arthur in and, to his disgust, the smell of the French Beta. Arthur was dressed in a white button up shirt that sleeves went to his elbows and then cascaded down to his wrists with split lace. Following down the smaller man's body, the shirt became a type of skirt that went to mid-thigh in the front and down to the floor in the back. He wore white lace stockings with black Victorian heels that covered up to his knee. He was standing on his feet, something only allowed when the Master of the slave permitted it, which meant that indeed Francis had sent him. The Omega looked up Alfred, his green eyes gazing up at him apologetically for the smell; something else they both found mutual hatred for.

Letting Arthur in, the blue eyed Alpha shut the door and turned around to find the Omega already nestled on top of the white sheets of the king sized bed. He looked at the Alpha expectantly, his knees bent in to the side up against his hip and his manicured hands rested on top of one another on his lap. Alfred looked the other blonde over, noticing the slight flinch of his body shook with each time he moved his lower body and the way his newest slave-collar dug into the flesh of his throat. Francis had taken him shopping for it for the Beta's ten year anniversary of ownership over the Omega, saying that Alfred knew the Omega better than anyone else in the house. Which was true.

Alfred moved towards the bed and sat on the edge, his feet planted firmly on the ground with his back facing Arthur. He sighed and rubbed his neck for a bit before feeling a pair of smaller, soft hands over his own and started to massage the tense muscles along his neck and shoulders. Letting out a groan of approval, Alfred removed his tie and let the Omega move his suit coat from his body, laying it off to the side at the foot of the bed. Arthur's hands travelled and rubbed all along Alfred's upper back for a few minutes before Alfred seemed to visibly relax, signaling to Arthur to stop and resume his previous position. As soon as the Omega straightened his posture, Alfred crumbled and fell backwards with his head landing onto Arthur's lap.

Throughout the years, after meeting the Omega that horrid yet glorious day, Alfred had become attached to Arthur in such a way that he needed the company of the Omega almost every day. Something about the silence and comfort that the Omega brought into the room silenced all of the Alfred's questions and doubts, making the Alpha crave the other's attention. Arthur had also become more than fond of the young Alpha as well. Something about having the then-child Alpha relying on him made him feel accomplished and whole, calming his Omega needs for offspring.

Their relationship was estranged at first, as Francis did not trust the Alpha with his Omegas, especially his "favorite". But little by little, Arthur had become not just a slave in Alfred's eyes, but more of a mother figure. The Omega would care for him after being punished by his adoptive Beta father for not obeying and doing as he was told. Burning welts and bleeding scratches from a belt were easily fixed with medicine, but the bruised and beaten ego of the Alpha could only be healed by the presence of the caring Omega that let him sleep peacefully on his lap. Their bond only became stronger as Alfred's fighting will was slowly chipped away, annoying and pleasing Francis at the same time.

Arthur was always there when Alfred truly needed him and somehow knew when that was, as he would show up at Alfred's door almost instantaneously as Alfred felt a migraine coming on. Another slave had once told Alfred that it was like a sixth sense for them; knowing when their children were in distress caused them to become distressed. Alfred disliked the thought of being Arthur's "child", but the feeling grew on him the more the Omega came to his side even when he didn't realize he needed it.

"Arthur…" Alfred whispered as his hands reached up to cup the Omega's cheek. The touch was returned with Arthur nudging his face back into the hand, his mouth forming into a small smile at the warmth Alfred's every body part radiated with.

Answered with the usual silence, Alfred closed his eyes and focused on the feeling of his hair being petted and played with. He tried to ignore the scent that Arthur carried of a recently, and unsuccessfully, bred Omega. It made him a bit frustrated that the Omega above him obviously craved a child, the scent was all too obvious, but would never be able to with only breeding to his Beta Master. The disappointment and sad acceptance of this fact hung tightly to the scent that was Arthur.

Knotted brows were always a bad sign, Arthur had concluded in his early years. While he could sense Alfred's feelings, he could not read the Alpha's mind as to what was causing such distress. He settled on rubbing Alfred's forehead, watching the lines on his forehead disappear. He smiled sadly before leaning down and kissing the Alpha's head tenderly. He pulled away to watch Alfred's body relax into a state of sleep, his smile fading away into concern. 'I wonder what he is thinking about… It's moments like this that I wish I could talk to him.'

They remained that way for quite a while, until the door opens and an all too familiar Beta walked into the room with a knowing smirk dancing across his lips. Arthur looked up at his master and bowed his head in submission.

"Even at the age of sixteen, the Alpha is still like a child, isn't he?" Francis teased.

Arthur slowly nodded in reply. He kept his eyes on Alfred's sleeping face, wishing that he was not currently stuck between his master and the Alpha boy. But, his master's wants and needs came before his own wishes.

''You please Master first and foremost.' Rule number four,'

"But that will change here soon," Francis continued, his voice pulling Arthur away from his thoughts. "Come Arthur, time for you to part from your bébé. Oh, do not cry mon préféré, you will see him again, in a couple of weeks," Francis teased.

It wasn't until his master had commented on it that Arthur felt the tears pricking his eyes. The thoughts rushing through his mind scared him and somehow excited him, making him feel shame for the first time in his life. Yes, he was going to be leaving his child. And when he returned, he would be meeting his Alpha. So, with one last kiss to the forehead, Arthur quietly moved Alfred's head down on to the bed and smiled as the Alpha mumbled something.

Francis smirked at the two and motioned for Arthur to come to him, which the Omega did accordingly. Kissing his slave hungrily, he shot a look at his heir on the bed and then looked down at the Omega in his arms. It was time for his boy-son to become the heir he needed, and his slave was as willing as ever to help in making his plan come through.

'After all, he lives by The Twenty-Five Rules. And rule twenty-five is: You Live For Your Master's Pleasure As A Pleasure Servant,' Francis thought happily as he walked his slave out of Alfred's room, down to the front doors, and out to a black limousine that would take them to a special friend of his.

And, there you have it! Okay, so this chapter did have a sex scene in it, but I don't want to get bashed by Usuk fans for having Arthur enjoying sex with Francis. -.- So that being said, I posted the second chapter here since it doesn't have any graphic scenes in it. So go ahead and review to tell me what you think.