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!

Edward is so CUTE! I LOVE HER~! X3

Also, the captcha, to log into FanFiction, was "hivs..." Wh... What..?

Am I... Am I going to die?! D=

Oh, um... Dubious(-ish) content.

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Ludwig was talking to a doctor about Alfred, once again, in the little room where he talked to Alfred the last time he was there.

"I don't know what you said to him, but Alfred's eating again. Quite a bit, actually. He's still running laps around our course everyday, after every meal, though. 'Not that that's a bad thing, but he doesn't give much time to let the food settle. Fifteen minutes, at most, maybe."

Ludwig smiled at this news. "Good! He really should give it a little more time, but it's still a big improvement to, well... Not eating. Um... Can you tell me what he's been eating? I honestly don't know what he likes. I would normally just feed him the same thing I'm eating."

"Oh! Well, he's been eating hamburgers, mostly, but he'll also have chicken, and he seems to like sweets. Especially ice cream. Well, he's only been eating on his own free will, since a few days ago, after you talked to him."

"Really?" Ludwig's smile grew. "I didn't know any of that. I know that it's only been four days, but did anyone find anything else about him? Like, hobbies, for example?"

"Well, he asked us if we had comic books in English. Other than that, though... But it's still have only been a few days. He spends most of his times just chatting with others, and helping them out, when they need it."

"So he likes comic books? I didn't know that." Ludwig said, with a smile. "I don't know what I can find, that's in English, but I'll look. Do you know where he is right now? Or is there anything else to talk about?"

"You may see him, but I don't know where he is right now, exactly."

"That's alright." Ludwig stood up. "I'll just go look for him."

Alfred was, once again, running laps around the track outside. Ludwig stood by the track, and waited for Alfred to run by him. Alfred gasped, and stumbled backwards, once he saw Ludwig.

"Is there something wrong, Alfred?" Ludwig asked. Alfred shook his head.

"N-No... I was just startled, i-is all. U-Um..."

"I would like to talk to you, in your room."

Alfred grabbed his arm, and looked away. "W-Why my room?"

"So we can discuss things in private." Ludwig smirked. He could tell that Alfred knew that what he just said, was bullshit. Yes, he wanted to talk to Alfred, but that wasn't all he wanted from his property.

"Like what? What can't you tell me here... Is everything okay?"

Ludwig scoffed. "You know why I want to "speak" to you in private. Though, if you want to "speak" in public... Well, we would have to wait to do that at home. I think we would be banned from this place, if we did that outside, in the public."

Alfred gritted his teeth. "We can still just talk out here..."

Ludwig growled, and grabbed Alfred's wrist, to drag him inside. Alfred started cursing, and pulling back, to get him off, but Ludwig yanked on his wrist to shut him up. He was practically thrown on the bed. Ludwig sat on the edge of the bed.

"The doctor told me that you're eating again. That's good."

Alfred scooted to the edge of the bed. "Uh-huh."

Ludwig pulled Alfred back, so he could pin him down by his shoulders. Alfred started struggling, though, so he grinded his hips with Alfred's. "Don't struggle."

"I'll stop eating again, if you do this!"

"You know what will fucking happen if you even try!"

"Stop!" Alfred tried getting up, but he was pushed back down. "S-Stop!" Alfred bit his lip, to keep himself from crying.

"I can get the doctors to help me out, and they will, if you don't obey." Alfred whimpered. He didn't want to ask "why," in fear of the answer. "I'm going to get up, and tell them not to bug us until I'm done. Stay here, until I return."

Alfred didn't move from his spot. He knew better, than to take Ludwig's threats lightly. His breath hitched when Ludwig returned, and grabbed his hips. "You listened to me? I guess this place is a good place for slaves to learn, after all!"

Alfred muttered something, but Ludwig couldn't understand a word he was saying.

"What was that? You have to speak up, so I can understand what you're trying to say."

"Don't... Call me a slave..." He gasped, when he felt a hand grope him, roughly.

"Fine... Than I want to hear you say it, instead. Say, "I am Ludwig Beilschmidt's slave."

Alfred stayed quiet, before he was roughly groped, again. "I... I am... I... I can't..." He hid his face in the pillow under him, to hide his tears.

"Come on. You got two words out. You only have to say three more, and you save yourself from being strapped down to this bed, face-first. How about that?"

Alfred pressed his face further into the pillow. "I-I'm... Lu-"

"I can't understand you with your face buried in the pillow."

Alfred turned his face to the side, so Ludwig could understand him. "I'm Ludwig Bah... Ludwig's slave." Alfred gripped the sheets under him.

Ludwig smirked. "Ludwig," who?"

"I dunno... Beel-sh-mitt..."

Ludwig laughed. "That was cute."

"Well, 'sorry for not being able to speak any German!"

"Don't apologize. I just wanted you to try." Ludwig took Alfred's earlobe in between his teeth, and started grinding them together gently.

Alfred gasped, and tensed up. "Stop... Just... Hurry up and finish."

"I haven't even started, yet." One of Ludwig's arms snaked up Alfred's shirt, so he could tease, and pinch his nipples.

"Please? I just want to be left alone as soon as possible..." Alfred bit his lip, to keep himself from moaning from the gentle touches.

"You don't even want any preparation, or lubricant?"

"I do!" Alfred screamed. "I don't want it to hurt, if that's possible..."

"I can't promise you that it won't hurt. It HAS been a while, since we've done anything."

"Can you just skip to the um... Uh..." Alfred hid his face again, so he can hide his blushing cheeks.

"Fingering?" Alfred gasp at that word, making Ludwig smirk. "Will you take your clothes off yourself, or do I have to force them off of your body?"

"I-I..." Alfred gritted his teeth together. "I'll take them off, myself, if you get off of me."

Ludwig got off of Alfred, so Alfred could get off of the bed. He was facing the wall. Alfred started with his shirt. Ludwig grabbed him by the shoulder, so he could turn his body around. "I want to watch you undress, while facing me."

Alfred stared at the floor. "I don't want to do this." He said, in a whisper. He was grabbed by the shoulders again, and thrown onto the bed. Back-first, this time.

Ludwig loomed over his body, and started sucking on one of his nipples. Alfred gasped, and grabbed the back of Ludwig's head. "Don't! Just... Stop, damn it!"

Ludwig stopped, sat up, and sighed. "I'll just get the nurses to help me strap you down to this bed. I don't think you'll need lubrication."

"No!" Alfred wrapped his arms around Ludwig's shoulders to get him to stay. "I'm sorry. I don't want to be strapped down, but if I'm going to be... I'll want lubrication..." He worked on his pants. He wasn't going to go any further than that.

Ludwig pushed his body back down. "Flip around." The room already had lotion in it. Every room in the place does, for the nurse's dry hands. He decided to use it for Alfred's body. "This will feel cold." He slipped his hand under the hem of Alfred's boxers. Alfred gasped, when he felt the cold fingers slip into his body.

He was able to relax, after a while, and spread his legs a little wider apart. He heard a low chuckle, coming from Ludwig. "Is it starting to feel good?" Alfred shook his head, but that only made Ludwig's chuckling louder. "You don't have to be so shy about this. This isn't the first time I've done this to you."

He pulled back, and pulled down his pants. He removed Alfred's boxers, and started pushing inside of Alfred, who panicked. "W-Wait!"

"It's too late for that. Just stay down, and take it!" He slid all the way inside of Alfred, making the American scream in surprise. "Does it hurt?"

Alfred balled his hands into fists, and nodded once. Ludwig pulled back for a few seconds, before pushing back in, again. Alfred couldn't stop himself from moaning. His hips were grabbed, and lifted up. Alfred tried looking back at Ludwig through his tear-filled eyes.

"I did this, so I could do this." He reached under Alfred's hips, so he could grab his hard member, and stroke. Alfred gasped, and dug his face into the pillow, again. "You're so hard. I don't even think I hit your prostate, yet... Have I?"

"Obviously..." Alfred said, though his voice was muffled by the pillow.

"You're doing so well right now. I don't understand why you were so afraid before."

Ludwig's reassuring words, rather they were mocking, or not, (he couldn't tell) had the opposite effect on Alfred. The idea of Ludwig at least trying to be nice to him, and trying to make him feel better, creeped him out. Of course, he wasn't going to tell Ludwig THAT.

"Are you about to come?" Alfred whimpered. He knew his answer to his question, then. Ludwig stopped moving, making Alfred whimper. "Do you want to come?" Alfred tried moving his hips for stimulation, but Ludwig pulled away. "Beg for it, and call me "master."

Alfred turned his face so he could talk, again. It took him a second, but he eventually swallowed his pride. "Let me come! I need to come, m-master!"

Ludwig chuckled deeply, before continuing to plow into Alfred, while stroking him at the same time, in a pattern. Alfred arched his back, and finished over the comforter sitting under them. He almost slumped down onto the bed, but Ludwig kept his hips up in the air.

"Almost, Alfred..." Ludwig sped up, so he could finish, so he could leave Alfred alone. Alfred groaned. Ludwig decided to pull out, so Alfred wouldn't have to clean himselt out.

Alfred groaned again, and rolled off of the bed. Ludwig took his comforter, so he could get it cleaned. "Um... I can take care of that. I was just going to shower, before doing anything else." He offered, but Ludwig shook his head.

"I got this. I'm technically the cause of this mess. Just take your shower."

Alfred raised an eyebrow in confusion, but he didn't bother to think much about it. He set his glasses down, and walked inside of the shower to wash himself off, with hopes that Ludwig would be gone, by the time he's done with his shower. He pressed his forehead against the, now wet wall, and started crying.

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I don't feel gooood... Of course, that's normal...