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!

APHAPHAPH

Alfred spent all night, in an uncomfortable position, and with his prostate constantly stimilated. "Good morning, Alfred."

"Fuck... You..." He panted out. He was more in pain, than pleasure, now. He heard a "click," almost, and then his own voice filled the room.

"Ludwig! Come back here, Ludwig!" His eyes widened.

'N-No... Dammit! If I knew that he... That bastard!'

"Ludwig! L-Let me cum... I need to cum... Please! ...You want me to call you "master," right?! Dammit! Let me cum, "MASTER!" Dammit... Where are you..? I fucking said what you wanted me to say... Please, "master..."

'I'm going to pretend that I'm passed out... That... Could work, I guess... If Ludwig's an idiot...'

"P-Please "master," dammit... I NEED you to make me cum, "master!" PLEASE! It hurts... It hurts so much..." Another click- the sound of the "stop" button, and a chuckle.

"Well, since you DID do what I told you to do..." He reached down, and yanked the metal cock-ring off, painfully.

Though, Alfred couldn't think much about the pain. He shot a long load onto the floor under the table he was chained to, as well as releasing something else... His face flushed a deep red, when he realized what he was doing, and in front of Ludwig.

He heard Ludwig sigh, before he was finally released from the table. "I didn't even think about that." He uncuffed Alfred. "Can you walk by yourself?"

Alfred took a few slow, and steady steps. "Yeah..."

"Good. Go clean yourself off in the bathroom." Alfred nodded, and ran off as fast as he could. Ludwig groaned at the mess he had to clean up, now.

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Alfred sat on the couch (once he found it) after his shower to wait on Ludwig. (Well, mainly his glasses.) Ludwig was cooking right now. The last thing Alfred wanted, was to talk to him, after what happened in the basement.

Ludwig had his radio on, and the bedroom was locked from the inside, so Alfred couldn't take a much needed nap while waiting. 'That bastard's probably doing this on purpose...'

"Should I make you wait by my feet, and then beg for my scraps?" Alfred didn't hear him walking into the living room.

"I won't beg for food."

"You look tired."

'Well, THAT was kind of random!' Alfred thought to himself. "What do you expect?!"

Ludwig had a different idea. "I'll let you take a nap, if you eat everything I make for you."

"Fine." Alfred yawned. "Whatever."

"Everything" included sausage, eggs, what looked like the bottom part of an english muffin, but with a slice of salami and tomato on it, ham, a cup of coffee with milk in it...

Ludwig didn't exactly have an over-feeding kink. He just wanted to see how badly Alfred wanted to sleep. His plate wasn't as full as Alfred's.

Still, Alfred started eating like it was nothing. Ludwig would watch him, while eating his own meal. It was... Kind of strange, for Ludwig, to watch somebody eat so quickly.

"Slow down. You'll choke."

Alfred shrugged, and slowed down a little. Piece-by-piece, he finished everything, including his coffee. He pushed his chair back and lifted his plate. "'Done."

Ludwig couldn't believe that Alfred ate everything he was given, down to tiny crumbs, and barely anything left in the mug. "Well, I guess you deserve a nap, after you finish the dishes."

Alfred grunted and sat down once his dishes were cleaned, to wait on Ludwig's. His breakfast was nothing, compared to some of the other meals he had before.

'I probably should've given him more bread... Well, sleep would be good for him, after being up all night.'

Alfred took his plate once Ludwig was done with his food to clean it, so he could leave the kitchen. On his way out, however, he ran into the wall, instead.

"God damn it all! Where are my glasses?!"

"Don't worry about that, right now." Ludwig took him by his wrist and led him to the bedroom. "I'll put them by the bed, on the nightstand sometime before you wake up." He unlocked the door and led Alfred inside. He dug through his drawer full of "toys," until he found some cuffs for ankles.

"W-Wait a fucking second!" Alfred started backing up.

"Do you honestly think that I'll make the same mistake that I made just a few nights ago? Consider yourself lucky that I'm letting you use my bed to prevent bad posture."

"I can't sleep while connected to THAT!" He pointed to the cuffs that Ludwig was holding.

"Well, then I guess it's your loss. You shouldn't have ran off in the first place."

"Don't you have another bedroom?"

"I do, but that also has a window in it. Just lie down on the bed, or don't sleep at all. Your choice."

Alfred weighed his two options in his head. He was still tired, and needed some sleep after a sleepless night, even IF it means being chained to a bed. He reluctantly lied down on the bed. "I'm only doing this, because I'm dead tired."

"At this point, I'm kind of used to you being just that." Ludwig connected Alfred's ankle to one of the bed posts.

Alfred dragged a pillow down by him, and rolled around in the blanket under him, to get comfortable. He heard the lock being put in placed on the door, and he sighed...

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"Hey, Mattie! I wanna introduce you to my new girlfriend!"

"Great!" Matthew looked around Alfred, and the person next to him. "Um... Where is she?"

"HE'S right here!" Alfred hugged the guy who was standing next to him. "His name is Nicolas."

"Hello. And you are Matthew, I assume?"

"W-Wait a minute..." Matthew pointed at Nicolas. "HE'S your GIRLfriend?"

"Boyfriend. Whatever. 'Point is, I love him."

"That's great, Alfred! I uh... I have a boyfriend, too. You remember Gilbert, don't you? Ludwig's brother?"

"Ludwig..." Alfred repeated. His eyes widened. His head was jerked back by force.

"You honestly thought that you could get away from me this easily, Alfred? I OWN you. You will NEVER get away." He was thrown down onto his stomach. He heard the clanking noise of a belt being taken off, and tossed carelessly on the ground.

'No!'

"Wake up, and realize that THIS is your life now, Alfred." His hips were grabbed, and positioned to Ludwig's liking.

'NO!'

"I won't "wake up!" I won't!" Alfred sat up, awake now. "I'm not a..." He trailed off, and looked around.

"You are not a," what, Alfred?"

"I, uh... I... Can't remember..."

'A slave...'

"Well, in any case, lunch is ready."

"Yeah, I figured THAT much out on my own."

'What a weird dream...'