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!
He still strips and teases men for money~! And he *almost...* I'm not gonna spoil any more.
APHAPHAPH
"You do it like this..." The man adjusted Alfred's legs a little. "Some people like it when face is grabbed."
"L-Like this?" Alfred grabbed both sides of the stranger's face, and pulled it close to his own. He closed his eyes.
"You had experience, I see."
"Girls would do this to me, when they were drunk and horny... N-Now what?"
"Well, don't let the man grope you without him paying, first. Make sure that they show you a mark, before slipping it in your back pocket, or whatever you are wearing..."
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Alfred has been gone for a day, now. Search dogs found his collar in a tree, and has been searching for quite some hours, now. Their trail ended behind a dumpster that was letting out a strong scent.
"Damn confused dogs... Come on, show us where he is!" Ludwig screamed at them. He was getting angrier by the hour. He started pulling them away from the dumpster, to see if they could find a scent nearby...
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It's been about a day when Alfred was found in the kitchen of a strip club. He was taken to a different strip club, which was about an hour away from the one he was found in by car.
He was trained by the owner. He was told what people would want, and what they liked. The poles were sanitized after each use, so he could feel free to do whatever the people wanted.
If he wasn't wearing something skimpy, and had people watching him, he probably would have been enjoying some of the pole dancing. It was almost fun, letting the laws of physics spin you around faster and faster until you reach the floor.
He would move his hips, like girls would, whenever he would go to a strip club himself, and hoped that it works. He was getting quite a lot of cash thrown at him.
He quickly scanned the men's faces and chose the most attractive one to crawl over. (Not without crawling in front of the other men, first.)
He was pulled onto the man's lap, and given a large sum of marks, for a lap dance. 'Remember what he taught you...'
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It didn't take long for the dogs to get Alfred's scent again, but this time, it was leading into the building the dumpster was behind.
"Good boys. Stay." Ludwig walked into the strip club and looked around. "Excuse me..." He walked up to a security guard. "May I need a manager? I need to ask him something..."
The guard raised an eyebrow in suspicion. "What do you need to ask?"
"Well, my slave ran away last night-"
"Wait a minute..." The man interrupted. "Blond hair, blue eyes, glasses, an annoyed cowlick sticking out from the middle of his forehead? Speaks English?"
Ludwig's eyes widened. "So he was here?!"
"Yes. He was found, trying to steal food last night. He was sent to a different strip club. I can give you directions."
"Please do, and thank you very much!"
"No problem. Just let me get a pen and paper..."
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Alfred was taking a break from dancing and entertaining men. The man who sent him here walked into the small break area with a smirk on his face. He sat next to Alfred.
"How is it going, stripping for money?"
"You know what? To be honest, the teasing part is kind of fun. Sometimes, I just want to dance in front of a man who can't afford to touch me, just to tease him."
The man laughed and placed his hand on Alfred's leg. "You are very pretty." The hand traveled upwards, towards Alfred's crotch, before it was grabbed.
"I shouldn't get tired during my break. I still have to tease people with my body."
The hand was pulled away. "Then, can you at least say my name, for me?" A couple of fingers tipped Alfred's head up. "Whisper it, in my ear."
Alfred got close and closed his eyes. "Nicholas..."
"I got a call. Your master is coming over." Nicholas whispered back at him.
Alfred's eyes widen in fear, and he stood up. "What?! No! I can't go back! Why can't I stay here?!"
"I alraedy answered that for you, didn't I?"
"B-But..." Alfred sighed, as an attempt to calm himself down, and sat on Nicholas' lap. "You know what would really make me happy?" He asked, while grabbing Nicholas' tie.
Nicholas smirked up at him. "I do not."
"If you could send me to Moscow, in Russia."
"What? Why would you want to go there?"
"If I tell you, will you send me there?" Alfred kissed the other man's forehead almost lustfully.
Nicholas chuckled. "You are really cute. Do you already know that?"
Alfred smirked back, and ground his hips against the one's under him. "Will you send me to Moscow?"
"I am sorry, but I can not do that. Your master already knows that you are here."
"Well, tell him that I escaped, then!"
"And when the bloodhounds can not detect your scent..? I would get into a lot of trouble."
Alfred averted his eyes downward in disappointment. "Fine." He got off of Nicholas. "I should probably get back to work. Thanks, for the break, at least."
He would never be able to get past security. He was chained to a long bar on the wall, with some other run-away slaves like him, whenever he would sleep. Even the "break" room was heavily guarded, and lacks windows.
Well, it wouldn't stop him from trying to squeeze whatever fun he could out of the situation. The more money he made, the better the food (quality, and/or quantity) would be for him.
'Maybe, if I can work so I surpass what "debt" I may with Ludwig, before he's even here, I would get sent free... But that would mean using my body for more than just teasing and dancing... Still, it would be worth it, just to go home...'
He got back on stage and started dancing around a pole again. '...Or Moscow.' He quickly added in his head. 'Nicholas also seems to be infatuated with me... So if I were to scream "Nicolas," while having sex with a stranger, would I get into any trouble, or would I get 'paid' to have sex with Nicholas?'
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It was dark, when Ludwig finally got to the male strip club for homosexual men. He looked around, but he couldn't find Alfred. A man noticed his confusion, and walked up to him.
"Excuse me, sir. Are you looking for Alfred?"
Ludwig turned to look at him. "Yes. Where is he?"
"I think he's "servicing" someone in private right now. Do you want me to show you where he is? You may stop them, any time you want, of course." Ludwig nodded.
Alfred was giving a private lap dance to a stranger who spoke a little english. He was completely naked, (besides his glasses, so he could see the man) and was grinding his hips against the stranger's still clothed hips.
"Why don't you get these off? It looks uncomfortable."
"Why don't pretty man take off and suck?"
Alfred sighed. "I dunno. I need some "convincing."
The man smirked, and placed a few hundred marks on the nightstand next to them. Alfred sank down to remove the man's pants, when they heard the door unlocking.
"Go away! We're in here!" The man yelled, but the door opened anyway, revealing Nicholas, and Ludwig...
"I'm very sorry, but we need Alfred now. You may keep the money that's on the nightstand, or you can request another boy."
"Alfred, get dressed so I can collect my money and go!"
Alfred stared at Ludwig with wide eyes. They were full of fear. "H-How much did I make?"
Ludwig smirked. "You honestly think that you made enough to set you free? Is that what you're thinking? Get dressed."
"I-I don't have anything to wear in public, here..."
"Fine. Then just come over here."
Alfred was grabbed by his shoulder by the man he almost "serviced." "Do you have any other young, cute ones like him?"
Nicholas nodded. "Of course we do! We have plenty of them! Do you want me to get one for you?"
The man nodded, and let go of Alfred, who was stiff. 'What should I do?! I don't know what to do!'
Ludwig walked up to him, and grabbed him by his hair. "Come on, whore. We need to get you a new collar."
Before he was dragged out of the place, Ludwig decided to throw him, face-first, onto the bed. He took out a pair of handcuffs that he had with him, so he could cuff Alfred's wrists together behind his back.
"I'm sorry, if he caused you any trouble, mister..."
"He was actually quite wonderful! And it's Nicholas."
'Oh...' Ludwig's eyes widen a little in surprise. "Mister Nicholas, then. Thank you, for catching, and taking care of him for me. Perhaps we'll see each other again, someday."
"Perhaps. Bye now~!"
Alfred was dragged outside by his hair, and forced into the car. Ludwig got in and slammed the door shut. "I had to go all the way back home, just to get my fucking car, because of you! Now, we have to get you a metal collar before we even go back home. Trust me, you will wish that you stayed in bed."
Alfred was dreading the time that he would find out exactly what he meant by that...