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

Ludwig moved the lady to the floor, locking her ankle to one of the bedposts on the ground, so he could get into bed with Alfred. He wrapped an arm around Alfred's waist, which made him thrash around in fear.

"Alfred!" Ludwig held his body down.

"Don't!" Alfred's voice squeaked. His body tensed up.

"Alfred, calm down. I'm just going to bed."

"To... Bed..." He repeated.

"Yes. I'm not going to do anything. Go back to sleep. If you're not tired, than just lie there and... Think. As long as you stay quiet."

Alfred nodded. He let Ludwig move his body so they were in a "cuddling" position, again. He knew that this was a "dominating" move, and not an action of passion.

"Just sleeping..." He sighed. He tried getting comfortable in Ludwig's arm, which was hard to do. He was a little tired, still. He could try to get some more sleep, just to pass the time...

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Alfred woke up with a jump, when he heard the door being opened, and then closed again. He looked around the room. It was bright, with the sunlight filling the room. He was alone. (At least, as far as he could see.) He assumed that Ludwig was making food.

He couldn't actually lift anything. He could roll his head around, but that was about it. His muscles would practically scream at him if he even attempted to move anything off of the bed. Unfortunately for him, that meant that he couldn't get his glasses so he could see clearly.

He heard the door open, and close again, after a while, and he yelped. Ludwig sat on the bed with him. "Sit up. I have breakfast for you."

Alfred looked at Ludwig. "'Can't..."

"You were able to drink water last night. You should be able to sit up."

Alfred tried pushing his body upwards by his feet. He groaned in pain from the strain he was forcing on his muscles. He couldn't do much more to express the pain he was feeling. Ludwig became impatient, and forced Alfred to sit up by pulling on his hair.

Alfred whimpered in pain. "Open your mouth." He nodded, and obeyed. He couldn't taste whatever he was given. His jaw hurts, but he knew that he couldn't complain. He knew that it wouldn't make any difference. His throat was dry, so he started coughing. He couldn't help it. The food was almost as dry as his throat- or at least, that's what it felt like.

Ludwig bent Alfred over and started banging on his back with his fist, until Alfred spat out the food on the blanket. His eyes widened a bit. "'Sorry..."

"It's alright. I'm going to have to take this away, to get it cleaned, though." Ludwig set the food on the drawer sitting next to the bed. Alfred nodded slowly, while Ludwig was leaving the room.

Alfred took the time alone, clearing his voice. "I can still talk..." He coughed. "Damn it... Wait a second..." He remembered that a girl was sleeping next to him the night before. He looked over the side of the bed, but nothing was there. 'Where is she?'

Ludwig came back with an extra comforter, and a straw, squished in between his fingers. He placed the still folded-up comforter on the bed, and drop the straw in the glass of water that he placed on the dresser before waking up Alfred. He brought the glass to Alfred's face.

"Drink."

Alfred clamped the straw together with his teeth, so it won't slip out of his mouth while he was drinking. He tried lifting his arms, so he could grab the glass himself, but he couldn't even lift them off the bed without pain wracking up them.

"Bathroom..?"

Ludwig raised an eyebrow. "Are you asking if you may use the bathroom?"

"I'm actually..." Alfred looked away. "Asking for help?" He asked with his cheeks dusted a light shade of pink. "I don't think that I can make it without help... By the way, where did that girl go?"

"What does that have anything to do with you needing help to get to the bathroom?"

"I would prefer a woman's help. Though, I'd understand if she wouldn't want to help with such a request, though. Plus, I'm curious."

"Well, I can help you get to the bathroom. As for the girl, she's feeding the others who are in the basement. Though, I think I'll be taking them up, so I can train them properly. Let's get you out of bed."

Ludwig picked Alfred up bridal-style, and walked him into the bathroom. He set the younger boy down onto the toilet. Alfred held his head down in embarrassment. He knew that he would need help getting back into bed, but he also knew that Ludwig didn't need to watch him.

"Thank you, for the help." He whispered. 'Why did I thank him? He's still here, and I need his help, because of him!'

"You're welcome. Do you need help with standing in front of the sink?"

"Probably."

Ludwig sighed. (To Alfred's surprise.) "Alright. Finish up. I don't want you in bed all day, though. You are going to try to walk around outside, so you get exercise and fresh air. We will be walking around in the backyard, though, so you don't have to worry about being seen on a leash."

Alfred groaned. "C-Can you help me out, again? Please?"

Ludwig nodded, and grabbed Alfred by his armpits. He had to hold Alfred's body up, when he washed his hands. He was pulled against Ludwig's chest, when he was done. "I'll hold you up. Try walking towards the bed."

"I know how to walk. It just hurts to do so." Alfred took a few steps towards the bed. If Ludwig wasn't there to hold him up, he was sure that he would have fallen on his knees, by now.

"Do you think that you can crawl?"

Alfred gasped. "What?! Why would you ask me something like that?!"

"Well, you can barely walk." Ludwig pushed Alfred to the floor. "Crawl."

'What did I do?!' Alfred managed to crawl on his stomach, over to the bed. He gripped the sheets of the bed, to pull himself up and onto it.

"Come on, now. We still have to get you outside." Ludwig grabbed a long chain, and a couple of padlocks. "You can walk, if that's easier for you."

"By myself? My limbs hurts."

Ludwig smirked to himself, coming up with an idea just then. "I'll help you walk outside, if you ask for it."

Alfred sighed. "Please... I need help. W-Will you help me out? Please?"

Ludwig put the loops of the padlocks through his index finger, placed the chain over his shoulder, walked up to Alfred, and grabbed his hair. He pulled on his hair, forcing him to stand up.

"That hurts! Let go!"

"You are the one who wanted my help."

"I only want to rest. I-I'll hang on to your arm, or something. Please? I don't want my hair to be pulled on. It hurts."

"That's the point."

Alfred balled his hands into fists. "This isn't going to help me walk. I need to lean against something, or grab onto something."

"Then grab onto my shirt, or lean against my body. I don't mind."

Alfred tried lifting his arms up above his hips, again, but they fell to his sides again. "Please..." He barely managed to rest his head against Ludwig's body. He took some slow steps foward.

'I'm doing what he wants me to do, even though I don't want to do it... I'm "obeying..."' He gasped. "N-No!' He suddenly fell down to his knees, and screamed. Everything that's been going on, ever since he was forced to Germany, went through his head, all at once.

"Alfred?!" Ludwig went down on his knees, and grabbed Alfred's shoulders. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

Alfred stopped screaming, just as suddenly as he started. His mind was empty, besides two words. 'Inhale... Exhale...' He couldn't see, or hear. Everything was blank, besides how to breathe. He wasn't aware of anything around him, even though Ludwig was screaming at him, and shaking his body.(1)

"Alfred! ALFRED!"

Everything slowly came back to Alfred. He could (kind of) see Ludwig, and hear him, but it was all muffled. It took a few minutes, before he could understand what he was saying.

"-Hell is wrong with you, Alfred?!"

He didn't know what to say. He was scared. He knew what happened, just then, but he couldn't understand why. He remember what he was thinking, and that he couldn't see, or hear anything. He looked up at Ludwig's face, and blinked. Ludwig was lightly smacking his face.

"Are you with me, Alfred?"

Alfred pushed his forehead against Ludwig's chest, and nodded. Ludwig sighed, and picked Alfred up. Properly, this time. He was set down, against the large tree in the backyard. Ludwig took the chain, wrapped it around the tree, and locked the end link together with a link that was somewhere in the middle. He locked the other end to Alfred's collar.

"I'll be right back, with sweat pants." Alfred only nodded, and Ludwig left him alone...

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(1) Apparently, if you're in so much stress, your brain can shut down for a few minutes. I don't know why I said "apparently," though, considering that I experienced this a few times, before... That's uh... That's how I know what happens before, during, and after this happens... Of course, I wasn't aware AT THE TIME, but afterwards, I could remember what happened.