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!

I looked at America's wiki page to confirm some of the things mentioned down there, and I found this out that... Um...

"In Hetalia Fantasia 2 it is revealed that America has at least 238 weaknesses, one of those being Dora The Explorer."

He's also "afraid of Marmite..." XD

APHAPHAPH

Alfred was about to fall asleep. He's notice that Ludwig would visit every other day, but he was sure that he was going to see him today. He promised that he would refuse to eat, if Ludwig went through with the sex.

Of course, he knew what was going to happen to him. He didn't think that it was necessary to have him strapped down to the bed, but he understood why. He tensed up, when he heard the door opening.

"Hello, Alfred Jones? May I come in?"

Alfred didn't recognize the voice. "Y-Yeah..."

"Thank you." The man walked around the bed, so Alfred could see what he looks like. He smiled down at Alfred. "Hello, again. My name is Sven Vogel,(1) and I'm going to be your doctor for the next few days."

"Hello... Um... Next few? I usually talk to someone new everyday."

"Yes, well, they usually cal on me, they think that assigning one doctor to talk to, and get to know you everyday will be better than having to get to know a new person everyday."

"Okay... Um... I don't have to be strapped to his bed, once there's nothing left to feed me with, right? I can't see how full the bag is, from here."

"It's still about half-way full." Sven sat down on a chair in front of Alfred. "Let's just... Talk, okay? 'Just talk about anything you want, like um... Hobbies?"

Alfred sighed. "Well, I DID play football in college, but I also enjoy playing baseball, and watching other people play baseball, and um... I enjoy comic books with superheroes in them. I can't really think of anything else, right now... Unless visiting new areas count? Well, I DID enjoy visiting new areas, anyway."

"You... Seem to like sports, a lot! We have table tennis, though we had to replace the net with a chalk line... Um... Do you like table tennis?"

"Yeah, I like table tennis... And regular tennis. Um... Shouldn't you be writing this down, or something?"

"No, I just want to talk to you. I don't need to write anything down. Um... How about... Pets? Have you had any pets?"

"Um..." Alfred chuckled, almost nervously. "This may seem strange... Well, it is strange, but, one time, we- my family, and I, were at the beach, once, and I befriended a whale. Of course, we couldn't bring it home, but..."

Sven stared at Alfred for a while, before clearing his throat. "Well, I'm going to have to double check my English, so I can know what you mean by "whale."

"There's more..."

Sven's eyebrow twitched. "Is there, now..?"

"My brother rescued a bear, that never grew bigger than the average, full-grown medium-sized dog, and kept it as a domestic pet... Probably because he became lazy, once my brother saved it from starvation."

Sven held back a nervous laugh. "Ah, well... Um... Again, I'm going to have to double-check my English."

"I um... Also had a cat, technically."(2)

Sven's mood seemed to have changed completely. "Oh?" He was relieved, to hear a "normal" domestic pet.

"Yeah... Well, he's my parent's cat, but I would live with them whenever it's summer time... Or... Well... Um... I also had a couple of rabbits, when I was kid... I don't really remember them, though I do remember that one of them was white, and the other, brown."

Sven smiled. "Oh? I'm positive that I know what those two animals are! I've never had a rabbit, before, but I have had a cat! Well, again, it's actually my parent's cat, and I moved out when it was about four years old."

Alfred tried hugging himself, forgetting to a second that he couldn't move his arms more than an inch towards himself. "I want to go home..."

Sven sighed. "I understand, but I can't do that. Even if I had the money. I can only talk to you, and Ludwig, to try and make your life a bit better."

Alfred raised his eyebrows. "Have you talked to Ludwig already?"

Sven shook his head. "No, but, as you can probably guess, I've looked through your notes. I... Don't have to tell Ludwig what we talked about. In fact, I think it would be better to tell him the topics that we talked about. That way, Ludwig can talk to you, instead of, well..."

Alfred sighed. "Alri-" He stopped himself, when he heard a knock on the door frame. His eyes widen. "Don't leave..." He whispered to Sven.

Sven stood up to greet the man. "You must be Ludwig Beilschmidt." He held his hand out for Ludwig.

Ludwig took Sven's hand into his own, for a hand-shake. "I am, and you are?"

"Sven Vogel. I'm going to be talk to Alfred for the next few days."

Ludwig's eyes widened. "What? I was going to bring him home, today."

Sven tilted his head. "I just think that he should stay here for another week, or so, because of the um... Steps backwards, he took."

"May I talk to Alfred, alone?"

Sven looked at Alfred, who had fear in his eyes. He gritted his teeth, and mouthed a quick "sorry" to him. "As long as you're only going to talk to him."

"Yeah." Ludwig promised. Sven left the two alone. Ludwig signed, and turned his body around, so he could look at Alfred.

"I told you that I'd refuse to eat, again."

"And now, you're strapped to the bed, and being fed through your nose, like I warned you about. Now, they're trying to to convince me that you need to stay here for another fucking week. I want to slap you right now. You should NEVER hurt yourself, just to protest against something!"

"I'm not actually protesting against anything. I just don't feel like eating... Or doing anything. You can probably buy another person who actually needs it, if you'll let me work to pay off what you paid for me."

"I can buy three average people, with the money I used to pay for you."

"Average?" What do you mean by "average?"

"Average," as oppose to someone with unique eyes, hair, or in your case, being from America, since there's noone else who's been sold as a slave, from America."

"There's a reason..." Alfred stopped himself, and sighed. "Never mind."

"...Are you afraid of me?"

Alfred took a few seconds before doing anything. "...What?"

"Are you afraid of me?"

Alfred looked away. "No..."

Ludwig scoffed, and loomed over Alfred's body. Alfred gasped, and closed his eyes. His heart started racing. Ludwig leaned over to Alfred's ear.

"If you're not afraid, than why are you showing signs of fear?"

"Go away..." Alfred whimpered. Ludwig pulled away.

"You're still stubborn, though. At least you're talking to me, and one of the doctors here, though I was told that you weren't talking to anyone else."

:"That's because they were asking me personal questions, like... Well, they wanted to know what happend, as though they're dumb, or something... Sven's the only person so far who actually talked to me about... Stuff."

"What kind of "stuff?"

"Um... Pets and sports, mostly. Actually... I think those two are the only things we talked about."

"You had pets?"

"Plenty."

"You told Sven. Why won't you tell me?"

"I don't feel like repeating myself, right now. I was actually going to take a nap, before Sven came in and started talking to me."

"You know that, no matter how much help you get, they can't prevent me from having you in my bed. Or any place, for that matter, but they can always give me tips on helping your life a bit better."

Alfred scoffed. "I don't understand. I thought that you wanted to "break" me."

"I did, and it was satisfying when I almost broke you down completely, but then I found out that breaking you meant that you wouldn't talk, unless it was absolutely necessary. It's always been satisfying to break a temporary slave, but it would get pretty boring, having a slave that won't even talk, unless needed."

"Then why do you do it for a living?"

Ludwig sighed, and stood up, so he could sit down on the chair, and lie back against it. "Well, the pay's pretty good, first of all, but when they return to their masters, they're usually not broken like they are to me, towards their own masters. I teach them that they could have had a much crueler master all along. Some don't even know that I'm only temporary, and they break down, and starts apologizing to their masters, despite them not being there."

'It's almost like he's...' Alfred shook his head, before finishing that thought. "You are NOTHING even like a hero!"

Ludwig raised his eyebrows. "Excuse me?"

"You're only hurting them! That's not helping them out, at all! You have no kindness in you! That's why you're paying people to do it, for you!"

Ludwig couldn't help but slap Alfred across the face, this time. "Is doing so NOT an act of kindness?! Is trying not, at least a LITTLE kind?! And what about your brother!"

Alfred's eyes widened. He couldn't deny that these acts are a form of kindness. Especially with his brother. "I'm... Sorry..."

Ludwig wasn't expecting THAT as an answer. "For... What?"

"I hate you so much, that I didn't think that you could possibly have anything but sadism in you. I guess that I forgot what you HAVE done, for me, and... My brother... So, I'm sorry, for... Assuming that you had no kindness in you, I guess."

Ludwig looked at the ceiling, so he could think to himself. "Well, I was going to take you back home, today, but I think that you'll be better off here, for another week. I think there's more that these people can help you with, and you seem to be a lot more comfortable, talking to me in here. So, we'll just talk more and more throughout the rest of the week."

"Once you take me back, though...?"

"Of course, I'll want you in bed, but we'll talk more, too, and I'll make sure that staying there will be better for you. I can't stop doing what I do for money, but, again, in the end, it helps both slave, and master... Or mistress."

"Can I go, now? It's been a while. I think the bag's empty now. I'm getting uncomfortable, being stuck like this." He yanked at the leather straps.

Ludwig stood up. "Fine. I'll be right back."

"Thank you." Alfred whispered. He sighed in relief...

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BEFORE I FORGET, LIKE I USUALLY DO!

(1) I decided on "Vogal," because the base of the picture I used for the picture of him, kind of looks like the doctor bird from "Hatoful Boyfriend," and the website I got the last name idea from said "Vogal - Bird..." I'm sorry for the stupid joke.

(2) I can't remember if it was in the anime, but in the comics, on "Why Americans Love Spring," there's a kitty in his house.