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!

You kind of need to read "Unbroken" to understand the first part of this chapter... ^^; Also, humiliation.

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Lovino was reading a random book that Francis has that happened to be in english, before said Frenchman cleared his voice to get his attention. "Lovino?"

He put the book down on his lap and looked up at Francis, who looked like a puppy would when he did something wrong. "What did you do?"

"Well, uh... I know you probably still hate him with every inch of your body, but... Ludwig-"

"Are you still talking to him?!" He snapped.

"He is the one who still has my number! He got a new slave, and-"

"That poor bastard. No, seriously..." Lovino sighed. Memories started rushing back to him. "Damn it..."

"Well, he uh... He invited us over to-"

"No!"

Francis scratched the back of his neck nerviously. "That is the problem..."

"Why?!" Lovino tried holding back tears.

"I am sorry, Lovino... But I do want to meet this new slave..."

"Who cares?!" He couldn't hold back his tears anymore. "Why would you accept his invitation..?"

"Lovi, I'm sorry..." Francis hugged Lovino. "I am sorry, but it would be rude not to go. He seemed very excited about this person."

"He hurt me..."

"I know, but I will NEVER let anybody hurt you, ever again. I promise. I love you too much to let anyone hurt you anymore."

"I..." Lovino looked away when he felt himself starting to blush. "Y-Yeah..."

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Alfred woke up, startled, when Ludwig slapped his bottom once. "Wake up." A plate of breakfast sausage was placed in front of him. "Eat."

'Sausage?' Alfred thought to himself. "Is sausage your favorite food, or something? You seem to have a lot of it."

"Actually, it is."

"Oh..." He tried sitting up, but he was held down by the collar and the connected chain around his neck. "Um..."

"You can eat it like that. All you need is your mouth, and your hands are free to help you out."

As humiliating as that might seem, Alfred was too hungry to care right now. The food didn't last too long. "I need to go to the bathroom..." He said, in embarassment.

Ludwig smirked, and grabbed some handcuffs to bind Alfred's wrists together behind his back. "I have to have these on you, so you won't do anything completely stupid, again." He unlocked the padlock and forced Alfred on his feet by gripping his hair.

"O-Ow... Damn it, that hurts! Let go!"

Ludwig ignored him until they got into the bathroom. Alfred walked in front of the toilet, and blushed in embarassment from being watched by Ludwig. He was led to the bed when he was done.

"Now then, I should probably let you know, that I just invited a couple people over to visit, but they live in France, so it will take a few days before they actually get here. You promised that you would be good for them, don't forget."

"I won't..."

"Gut.* I should probably change your bandages soon."

"Don't!" Alfred scooted away. "Don't touch me!"

Ludwig grabbed him by the ankle and dragged him back towards himself. "Do you want to have an infection or two? Because I don't want you to! Just let me change your bandages, and maybe I'll leave you be for a while!"

Alfred stopped moving for a bit to think about it. The possibility, no matter how small, sounded tempting. "Would you use alcohol?"

"Of course I would! Again, I'm sure you don't want to get an infection."

Alfred gritted his teeth. "...You promise, you'll leave me alone after this?"

"For a while, yes. I still need to clean up the blood stains from last night."

"Okay, then..." He went into the bathroom and waited for Ludwig.

"Sit in the tub. I don't want to take all day to clean up, after all."

Alfred nodded and complied with the order. He hissed in pain when the alcohol was poured onto his back and into the cuts. The process didn't last too long, and it wasn't as messy as Ludwig thought it would be.

"You may lie down on my bed, but only on your stomach."

Alfred did so, but only because he was still tired. It was too early for him in the morning, and he lost a lot of blood the previous night. He watched Ludwig clean the carpet, until the chemicals from the cleaning supplies got into the air. Ludwig used his shirt to block it from his brain, and Alfred pushed his face against one of the pillows.

Once Ludwig was done, he opened the window and carried Alfred out of the room. "We'll let it air out, before going in there again." He put the younger boy down on his feet so he could lock the door from the outside. He dragged Alfred into the living room by the leash.

"Cut that out! Let go!" Alfred started struggling, but a yank of the chain made him trip and fall against Ludwig's chest.

Ludwig took his chin in between his fingers to lift it up. "Stop struggling."

Alfred jerked his head away. "At least let me put clothes on."

"Nein."

He looked up at the taller blond man in confusion. "Nine what?"

Ludwig sighed. "Not the number. "Nein" means "no" here."

"Well, that's confusing! How can I tell when you're saying "no," and when you're saying the number?!"

"I'll tell you if I'm talking about the number "nine."

"Whatever..." Alfred sighed. If he wasn't standing, he probably would have fallen back to sleep. Ludwig must of seen this, because he held Alfred's body steady.

"You may sleep on the sofa. I don't think I need you for anything at the moment."

He shook his head. "Not a chance..." He yawned. "Not if you're on the couch, as well. I can't sleep if you're on the same couch."

"We'll see about that. I'm sure you will, eventually."

"Never." Alfred hissed. Ludwig chuckled maliciously.