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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They both ate quietly. Alfred wasn't hungry, but he didn't want Ludwig talking to him. Once they were done, Ludwig held a collar up. Alfred looked at it, and his eyes widen a little.
"If you want to avoid wearing female panties in public, I would suggest that you do NOT rip this off."
"What?" Alfred interrupted him, not understanding Ludwig at all.
"If you do, than I will have to leave your scar exposed while I drag you to a place that will custom make metal collars that you can't rip off so easily, by tying your wrists together. Do you understand that?"
"Wh... What?!"
"All slaves are required, by law, to have some sort of identification on them in public. If you want to wear clothes and not get anything tied together, than you will avoid breaking this collar off of your neck."
"Why are you telling me this..?"
"I have a feeling that if I don't, than you'll try to break it. I haven't figured out exactly how to break your spirit, yet-"
"Never!" Alfred hissed.
"So, I have to make sure that you understand why you should keep the collar in one piece. Do you understand?"
Alfred gritted his teeth together in frustration. "No! I don't understand! How many times do I have to tell you that?!"
Ludwig sighed. "Well, you understand that you at least need to wear a collar and leash before we get your glasses, right? You may not understand why, but you understand that you do have to, right?"
"I guess..." If it was required for him to see, than he would put up with it, for a short while. Ludwig got up to put it on him, but Alfred swatted him away. "I can do it my self!"
Ludwig smirked at him, to Alfred's surprise. "Oh~? So you'll put on this collar around your neck yourself?"
"I..." Alfred's face turned a light tint of pink. "Sh-Shut up! That's not what I meant!"
"Then what did you mean?"
"I... Um... Just, get the fuck away from me!"
Alfred was pulled foward by the collar of his shirt. "Do you need another "lesson" of who's the master, here?" Ludwig slightly squeezed Alfred's scarred cheek. "I think there's time for one more, before we go."
Alfred's eyes widen. "No!" He pushed Ludwig away.
"Fine." Ludwig wrapped the collar around Alfred's neck. "Later, then." He locked the leash on the metal band of the collar.
"What?! No!" Alfred started pulling away.
Ludwig pulled him back right away with one quick tug. "Why are you trying to fight? Do you not want to see?"
"I hate you..." Alfred hissed.
"Well, isn't that a damn shame? It's too bad, for you, that you're going to spend the rest of your life with me." Alfred stumbled a little when Ludwig tugged on the leash, again. "Come on, now."
Alfred hated everything right now. He wanted to get out, but he couldn't. He would have fought to get away, but he was practically blind without his glasses. He looked out the window (as much as he could look, that is) and watched the blurry scenery go by. 'My ass fucking hurts... Fucking scar...'
He hated that he couldn't understand what anyone was saying, and he hated that Ludwig had to give him the directions. He hated everything about Ludwig, including his voice. He even hated the fact that Ludwig had to repeat what letter he would say. He hoped that Ludwig wasn't lying for whatever reason.
Once he got his glasses, however, he was satisfied. "Wow!" He looked around. "It's been a while, since I could see like this!"
"That's good. I can't have a sightless slave forever, after all."
Alfred frowned and turned to Ludwig. Then his eyes widen. "Oh..." He looked up and down Ludwig's body, until said person interrupted his thoughts.
"What? Do you like what you see or something?"
Alfred blushed a little, and he looked away. "No." He tried walking off, but was stopped by the leash.
"I still have to pay for your new glasses."
Alfred looked at the girl, (with some amazement) and then at Ludwig again. "Is this really normal or something?! Do people come in here with other people on leashes all the time?!"
"Ja. Yes. In fact, once we leave, you will see a lot of slaves on the way home." Ludwig put down a small stack of paper (Alfred assumed it was money) on the counter. "Danke."* He said to the lady behind the desk. He dragged Alfred out of the place, and into his car.
Once they got moving, Alfred could see that Ludwig was right. There were some people being dragged around in leashes. He looked away and stared at his lap. It made him sick to know that he couldn't do anything to help them.
"Your glasses were expensive. Perhaps I should sell your body to gain the money back."
Alfred snapped back to reality. "What?"
"I know people will pay to have a chance of having your ass for a night."
His eyes widen in anger. He disliked the idea. Hated it, actually. "No!"
"Then what should I do?"
"Send me home!"
"I meant, about getting the money back."
Alfred shrugged. "I guess..." He looked away. "I can lift heavy stuff." He muttered.
"That might help, but it wouldn't gain me the money as quickly as selling your ass would."
"Don't."
Ludwig stopped the car. "I'll think about it." He got out, walked to the other side, and dragged Alfred out of the car, as well. "I expect a "thank you," for the glasses."
This only angered Alfred more. "Why do you think I actually suggested something?" Ludwig chuckled and pulled Alfred inside of the house, where he finally unlocked the collar.
"I'll give you a choice. Either you take off your clothes yourself, or..." He smirked. "I'll force them off..."
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"Danke" - "Thank you"
Also, "Ja" means "yes," in case you couldn't tell.