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!

Alfred has to strip for money.

APHAPHAPH

"Alfred, wake up." Alfred groaned and curled up slighlty. "Your brother is here." His eyes snapped open right then.

He sat up. "Why?"

"I found a deal for immune-to-slavery people. He's going on a boat to America in a few days. Gilbert is going to drive him to the port, but right now, he's here to say "good bye."

'Oh God! I have to get dressed!'

Alfred jumped out of bed, and put some clothes on. He didn't even bother with socks, or even underwear. He ran into the living room to see him, sitting on the couch, with Gilbert.

"Mattie!" Matthew turned around to look at his twin.

"Alfred! How... How are you doing?"

Alfred averted his eyes away. "Just fine. How about you?"

"Pretty good, but, you know... Our parents..."

"Yeah, I know..."

Matthew suddenly stood up, and gave Alfred a surprise hug. "I'm going to miss you..."

Alfred returned the hug. "I'm going to miss you, too..."

"Gilbert's coming with me..." Matthew whispered in Alfred's ear. "We're going to find a way to get you back."

Alfred's eyes widen slightly. "What if Ludwig finds out?"

"Don't worry. We're going to plan everything out, before we even attempt to get you away from here."

"Why would Gilbert- his brother..."

"He disagrees with hurting the innocent. Plus, he already knows Ludwig's phone number by heart. We can still talk."

"Just as long as you don't mind me calling you "Nicolas."

Matthew's eyebrows scrunched together. "What?"

Alfred finally pulled away. "Oh, yeah. That month, where I didn't talk to you... I'm sorry about that."

"No, no. Ludwig explained. Th... Thank you, so much, for doing so much, just to get me home, and safe..."

"No problem... Actually, during that time, I um... I mean... Um..."

"Your cheeks are turning red... What happened?"

"Nothing... Just... A one-night stand, with a cool guy. That's all... Well, I talked to him, to get to know him more. I guess, that was because I wanted to justify that one night?"

"And the person donated ten grand, just for that..?"

"Um, no..." Alfred scratched the back of his neck. "I guess... If you want the whole story, you should probably sit down... Because it's long, you know?"

"Oh, well... Thank you, again." Matthew gave Alfred another quick hug, before pulling back. "We should leave, now."

"Yeah... Be safe."

"Y-You too..."

Alfred gave him a fake smile. "I will..."

They both left the house after saying their good byes. He watched them leave from a window in the kitchen. Once the car was out of sight, he sank to his knees, and pressed his forehead against the small, wooden door that was under the sink.

"Tired?" Ludwig asked him. He shrugged.

"More like "relieved," I guess..."

"Ah. Well, are you hungry?" He shook his head. "You should probably get back to bed, then." He nodded, and stood up. Ludwig followed him, to make sure he doesn't fall over. "I'll make dinner in about an hour, then. Get some rest until then."

Alfred nodded again, and waited for the door to close. He stared outside of the window. Escape... Would be so easy. Especially since he didn't have anything weighing him down, now.

First thing's first, though. He got out of bed, and, as carefully as he could, he pushed the dresser full of "toys" in front of the door. He looked outside of the window. It wasn't a long drop down. The pillows would be enough to break his fall.

Of course, he had to get as properly dressed as he could. T-shirt, underwear, socks, jeans, glasses, and a sweater. That was all he could do, at the moment. He jumped out of the window, and ran in a random direction.

He made sure to avoid civilization, at least until he was far enough to sit down and rip the leather collar off. He threw it in a tree, and continued to run.

'My shoes were stuck in the mud...' He thought to himself. 'Maybe, I can pass myself off as my brother... I dunno. It's worth a try, though. Isn't it?'

He would run behind buildings, in alley-ways, where people wouldn't usually be. He wasn't as well-built as he was just a couple months ago, though, and he was still tired from the group sex after group sex he had.

He eventually decided on resting behind a dumpster. He had to move it forward, a little, but he was able to squeeze behind it and crouch down to take a breather...

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Ludwig knocked on the bedroom door a few times. "Alfred, are you hungry? Dinner's ready." He tried opening it, but the door stopped when it hit the dresser. "Was..."*

He tried forcing the door open, but it would barely budge. He could eventually get his hand in, to push on the object blocking the door, until he could open the door wide enough to get inside of the room.

The unoccupied room. The bed was empty- even stripped of the pillows, and blanket- and the window was open. The thought of Alfred running away, was... Almost unbelievable, to Ludwig.

'Somebody's going to get their ass kicked so hard...'

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Alfred could feel his stomach yelling at him. 'Why didn't the opportunity to leave come AFTER dinner..?' He sighed. 'Oh, right... I remember now...'

Still, he stood up. His first plan was to run, before he noticed a door on the back of the building. He tried opening it- it was unlocked.

He sneaked inside of the building. 'It's a kitchen! But, where are all of the people..?' He noticed that there was loud music playing in the building, but not in the kitchen area.

There was no time to focus on that, though. Alfred ran straight for the fridge. He grabbed anything he could, so he could leave, and feast on whatever he grabbed.

A man walked in, suddenly. He was complaining in German. "Why do we even have..." Alfred yelped, and darted for the back door. "Hey! Stop! Stop running!" The man chased after Alfred.

Alfred was faster than the man, even with food in his arms, but the stranger had something up his sleeve- quite literally. He pulled out a taser and pointed it at Alfred. He pulled the trigger.

Alfred fell to the ground. He was twitching, a little. The man loomed over his body with a smug smirk on his face. "You thought that you could get away with the club's food?"

Alfred tried standing up again, but his body was still partially unresponsive. The man grabbed a pair handcuffs from his belt. Alfred's eyes widen. 'Wh-Why would he have those..?'

His wrists were cuffed together behind his back. He was dragged back to the building by his hair. Alfred looked around. There were women, dancing around poles with skimpy outfits.

'A strip club?' Alfred guessed.

"I got another one."

Another man, one that looked to be about Alfred's age, turned to looked at the two. "Oh, so THAT was where the screaming was coming from. Did you check for marks?"

"No. I figured that you would want to check for them."

The man nodded, and sighed. "You know where to put him."

Alfred was being dragged, once again, to an office-like room. One of his cuffed wrists were free for a second, before the handcuffs wrapped around a metal bar that was connected to the desk. His hand was re-cuffed, thus, making him stuck.

"I see that somebody got a little excited from watching the women dance, instead of struggling~!" The man chuckled, and rubbed his booted foot against Alfred's still growing buldge in his pants. Alfred gasped, and squeezed his legs together.

"D-Don't!"

The man ignored him. (He couldn't understand Alfred, anyway.) "It's a shame that I have to cook. We could have had some fun, otherwise~!" He chuckled again, before leaving.

Another man came in soon after. "My, you're a pretty one. It's a good thing that I have a few male's strip club, as well. Maybe you would do better in a gay club."

"I'm sorry!" Alfred suddenly said. "I'm sorry that I stole your food! I was so hungry, and I don't have a job for money!"

The man paused for a moment. "English?"

Alfred's eyes widen in a pleasant surprise. "YES! Oh God, I'm so, so sorry!"

"'Got that part." The man crouched down to get to Alfred's pants. "See if mark."

Alfred started struggling. "No!" He kicked and thrashed around. The man moved back a bit.

"I need security!" He screamed. Two well-built men barged in, and took a hold of Alfred's legs. His pants and underwear were ripped off, and his body was forcefully turned at an angle.

The man smiled, then. "Yep, there it is!" He squeezed the scar on Alfred's ass, making him whimper. "You are english slave, alright!"

"I'm not..." Alfred gritted his teeth, and growled.

"But you are. Run away slaves run here all the time. I keep them here, and they work until master comes looking for them. I send you to gay male's strip club to work."

"No!" He started struggling again, but everyone stood back from him, this time.

"S'not so bad. You get food everyday, and more comfortable place to sleep than street."

"Please... I-I'll work for you, for mon- err, marks, if you just please, don't bring me back there..."

The man chuckled. "One, it's strip club. People will find out. Two, it's illegal to claim one's slave as own without first buying said slave."

An idea suddenly popped up in Alfred's head. "I'll... I-I'll go back, then..." His heart sank when the man chuckled again. 'Dammit! Am I not the first one to think of that?!'

"No can do. I give choice. Strip club, or brothel?"

"What's the difference?!" He snapped.

"One will sometimes be without sex, even though you will be teasing sexually. The other is what ever person wants."

Alfred's closed his eyes. "C-Can't I just be part of a male strip club for straight guys, instead? I would feel a lot more comfortable, preforming for a bunch of ladies."

"But straight strip club full of other run-away male slaves. You be fine with bunch of guys staring at you. I even train you! I already train just about everyone else here."

Alfred looked down. "I really don't have a choice, then... I'll... Strip, for men..."

The man's smile spreaded across his face. "Wonderful! I should probably tell you my name. It's..."

Alfred's eyes widen...

APHAPHAPH

What is his naaame?! Well, I have to look it up, to see if it's also a German name...

Yeahyouprobablyalreadyknow,don't'ja?

"Was" - "What"