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!

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Alfred couldn't tell how many hours it took before the car finally stopped. Ludwig dragged him out and carried him forcefully into the house. "We're finally home, Alfred."

Alfred didn't like the fact that Ludwig was using his first name, as though they've known each other for weeks, but he was too tired, too hungry, and a little dehydrated from being in the car for so long to argue about it.

"I'm sure you'll need to use the bathroom?"

'Fuck off!' Alfred thought to himself, but he nodded instead. He needed to go, and his legs would need be untied so he could do that. He was set on a soft couch. Ludwig left for a moment to grab a sharp kitchen knife before returning. He removed the blanket that was covering Alfred's body.

"Keep your legs as far apart as you can force them." He started sawing at the ropes binding Alfred's ankles, until he cut it enough so he could break it with his hands. Next, he sawed at the ropes binding Alfred's wrists until they were free as well. He was picked up again.

"Let me down..." Alfred said, with a dry throat.

"I have to show you the bathroom, though, and I don't think you can walk very far right now."

"I can't walk, if you're going to carry me everywhere."

"I'll let you walk after you use the bathroom." He managed to open a door, even with a boy in his arms. "Here." He set Alfred down in front of the toilet. He almost fell down on his legs. Ludwig held him up by under his armpits.

"I can't go with you watching."

"You can't go without me holding you up, either." Alfred tried pushing him away.

"Stop! What are you doing?!"

"I'm helping. Go to the bathroom, and I will make food and give you water." Alfred closed his eyes. He finally gave up and tried relaxing. "Good..." Ludwig cooed. It was the most embarassing experience in his life- so far. He was led in front of the sink. "Wash your hands."

'Duh.' They both washed their hands, with Ludwig close to Alfred's back.

Ludwig helped Alfred walk back to the couch so he could lie down. "I'm letting you take a day off to adjust and get better." He put the blanket back over the body and went into the kitchen. He set a glass full of water down on the coffee table in front of the couch. "Drink."

Alfred sat up and took the glass with shaking hands. He managed to carefully tip the cup just enough so water was rushing into his mouth. Once he got some, he was able to drink the rest without any extra effort. Ludwig took the glass to refill it.

"When was the last time you have eaten?"

Alfred's stomach growled when Ludwig mentioned food. He tried thinking, but he was too distracted. He shrugged. "Last night?"

"Did they give you much?"

He shook his head. "Just bread."

Ludwig sighed. "Okay. I'll make you a proper dinner."

"I don't want anything you're giving me."

"Then I'll force you to eat what I give to you. I'm not going to kill you. I spent too much on you to just waste it by killing you."

"I never said that you would kill me. There are other drugs, you know!"

Ludwig smirked. "You're not very smart, are you? Well, I already knew that, anyway. I already told you that I'm going to let you take the day off."

Alfred fell back on his side and flipped around so he wasn't facing Ludwig. "Whatever." He closed his eyes and tried to relax. Ludwig finally left him alone to make the promised meal.

Alfred got back up once he heard noises from a different room. He looked around for a phone. He got off of the couch so he could walk around the house. He starting searching around with his hands. His eyes widen when he finallly grabbed onto something that felt like a phone.

"What are you doing?" Alfred jumped. "You shouldn't be walking around right now. What's that in your hand?" Ludwig's tone of voice changed at the second sentence.

'Shit!' Alfred put the phone down. "I-I don't know. A phone?"

"Is that a question?"

"I-I guess..." He brought the phone closer to his face. "Yeah, it's a phone." He turned around. "I don't want to sit down all day. Why are you back in here already? Is food ready or something?"

"I can see you from the kitchen. What were you doing with the phone?"

"I..." Alfred looked at the phone, and back at Ludwig. "I lost my glasses a while ago. I couldn't tell that it was a phone." He partially lied.

Ludwig's eyebrow twitched slightly. "They never told me that you will need glasses!" He sighed in frustration. "No. That's okay. Remind me, and I'll lend you my reading glasses and set up an appointment for an eye exam after dinner. Sit down at the table, and I won't punish you for looking for the phone."

"I wasn't looking for anything! I was just walking around the house."

"Sit down, Alfred."

"I'm going to grab the sheet first." Alfred ripped the blanket off of the couch before finally giving in and sitting down. He grumbled a bit.

"What was that?"

"I didn't actually say anything." He quietly growled to himself. 'What am I supposed to do?! I can't stay here for the rest of my life!' A plate with sausage, potatoes, and steamed broccoli was set in front of him. He was also given a glass of milk. "Uh..."

"There are many vitamins in broccoli, including vitamin C, A, potassium, and so on. Milk is high on vitamin D, and a lot of other vitamins. The potatoes and wurst are mainly there because I have extra, but they're good for vitamins as well. I might want to use you as a fighter in the future, so I have to keep you healthy."

Alfred shrugged and started eating. He didn't really care if he got drugged or not, at that point. He was starving, so either way, he would die. At least it would be quicker and not as painful dying of poison than it would be of starvation- he guessed.

Ludwig was pleased to see his new pet obeying without furthur fighting. Once Alfred saw the food, there was no more room for argue. Though that pleased feeling left when Alfred only ate a little more than half of his food before pushing the plate away. "What's wrong?"

Alfred shrugged. "I'm full."

"I would think that you would be able to eat more than what you ate. Though, your stomach probably shrunk from the lack of food..." Ludwig mumbled, mostly to himself. "You know how to clean the dishes, right? If so, then do them already."

"I know how to do the dishes- when I can see them."

"Right..." He almost forgot about that. "Just... Let me finish my own food. I'll get my reading glasses then. Are you far sighted?" Alfred shook his head. Ludwig sighed. "Well, maybe they will help your vision at least, a little, hopefully..." He added, to himself.

Alfred sat there and watched- the best that he could- Ludwig finish his food. He stayed seated, even when Ludwig got up to get his glasses. He could tell that the frames were red, before he actually placed them on. He looked at where Ludwig was sitting. It was slightly more clear than it was without the glasses.

"I can see where you were sitting. I could before, but this time, it isn't so blurry. It is a little blurry, but not nearly as much."

"Gut." Ludwig took the two plates and placed them by the sink. "Now you just have to find the sink, without worrying about breaking anything."

Alfred wasn't going to fight against something like this. He still felt terrible, but he wasn't going to show Ludwig that he didn't even have the energy to do the dishes. He got up and walked around the kitchen until he found the sink. Once they were almost effortlessly done, he walked into the living room, only to find Ludwig sitting on the couch while trying to read.

Alfred decided to search for a bed instead. When he found one, he fell on his back. He sighed. 'How do I get home?!' He flipped on his side. He sighed again and tried relaxing. He eventually went to sleep.

That is, until Ludwig slipped off the glasses and went into the same bed that he was in. He woke up when his body was flipped around forcefully. "You'll get a cold if you sleep without the covers around you." Ludwig covered them both in the heavy blanket. "Go back to sleep."

"What? No. I-I..." Alfred slipped off of the bed. "I need to... Go to the bathroom."

"Fine. There's a bathroom through that door there." Ludwig pointed to a door in a room.

'Damn it!' Alfred started walking towards the door. "Fine." He slammed and locked the door. 'What am I supposed to do?!' He slid down to the floor and curled up into himself. 'No! Why?! Why am I here?! No, no!' He tried wiping his tears away, but they wouldn't stop. 'I'm not leaving this bathroom...' He decided. 'I'll wait until he's asleep before using his phone.'

Ludwig eventually used a paperclip to push through the doornob and unlocked the door. He tried opening the door, but Alfred was sitting in front of it. "Move out of the way."

Alfred shook his head. "Go away..."

"Alfred!" Ludwig growled, but sighed. "I'm being very generous to you right now. I'm letting you eat properly and sleep in a bed. I could easily just chain you to a wall for the night. If you don't move right now, I might just do that."

Alfred took a second before deciding to move out of the way. He turned his head away. "Go. Away." He was lifted up to his feet by his arm and dragged to the bed.

"You should shut your damn mouth." Alfred hid his face against one of the pillows. "Look at me, Alfred." Alfred shook his head. Ludwig forcefully turned Alfred's body around and grabbed his chin. "You, look at me when I talk to you."

"I don't fucking understand what is going on..."

Ludwig smacked his lips against Alfred's in a forceful kiss. Alfred was too startled by the sudden action to do anything himself. "You were captured and sold as a slave. I bought you. Do you understand that?" Alfred stared at him with a look of disbelief. Even if it was the second time hearing it, he still couldn't believe what he just heard.

"Wh-Why did you..? You just... Why?!"

"Get some more sleep."

"I'm not fucking gay!"

Ludwig growled and grabbed him by the hair to slam his head down against the pillow. "You are really testing my patience! Get some damn sleep!"

Alfred whimpered ("like a "manly man") and grip the sheets. "I'm not tired..." He said, into the pillow.

"I. Don't. Care." Ludwig got himself comfortable on the bed, before wrapping an arm around Alfred so he couldn't get away. "Don't slam the door next time. You'll get punished for that." Alfred cried quietly into the pillow. He has never felt so weak and useless ever in his life.