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!

"Craaaab tanks. Craaab tanks. Taste like tanks. Talks like crabs... Err..." ~ My boyfriend, mainly. We're watching "Tenchi Muyo GPX," and there's crab-shaped tanks. The chant comes from "South Park..." We're combining Tenchi and South Park. Great. XD

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Alfred woke up hours later, feeling groggy. Ludwig didn't chain Alfred to the bed, when they got home, which Alfred was grateful for. He tried walking towards the bathroom. His entire body started shaking, but he was determined to get to his goal.

He was able to get himself onto the toilet. 'What should I do? Should I let Ludwig know that I'm awake, now? Or should I rest some more? I'm not tired, but..." He sighed.

He struggled again, once he was done. He was able to wash his hands, but he collapse on the way to the bed. "Dammit... H... Help. Ludwig! Master! Help! I need help!" Alfred had to take a break from screaming. His lungs still felt heavy, whenever he would talk. "Help... Master, help..."

"What are you doing on the floor?" Alfred didn't even hear Ludwig walking in. He was picked up, and placed on the bed, again.

"I needed to use the bathroom. I'm not tired, anymore." It was easier to talk, when he didn't need to yell.

"You asked for my help. Screamed for it, actually. I'm glad that you trust me, now."

Alfred looked away. "Well, you... Kind of... Earned it, last night..."

Ludwig smiled. "I'm glad. Nobody has permission to have you, unless you're either making me money, or you're being punished. I'm sorry for changing topics, but are you hungry, or, can you even tell? Your body is shaking."

Alfred nodded. "Y-Yeah. Um... Before you leave, though, I... Well, I guess I'm just curious to know- what's going to happen to Sven?"

"I'm sure he's in prison right now, and he's probably unemployed. He's going to have a hard time, finding a job that doesn't include interacting with anyone, ever, but that's his own fault. I'll be back your food, later." He turned to leave the room.

Alfred got up onto his knees. "Wait. I'll watch, or something. I don't want to be bored." He tried getting off of the bed again, but Ludwig was right there to pick him up, as soon as he legs dangled off of the bed.

"I don't want you collapsing, again. I'm going to be grilling outside, actually, so I'll take a chair outside, so you have a place to sit."

He rubbed face against Ludwig's chest, to hide it. "Th... Thanks... Um... Do you need help with the food?"

Ludwig shook his head. "No. I prefer to cook alone. Thank you, though."

Alfred felt weird. 'Why is he being so nice, all of a sudden?' He was wondering, but he wasn't going to ask Ludwig that.

He was set down by the patio door. "Wait there." Ludwig opened the patio door, and left Alfred for a few seconds. He returned with a chair, that he set outside. Then he took Alfred, and set him on the chair. Alfred looked away, sighed, and balled his hands into fists. "Are you okay?" Alfred shook his head. "What's wrong?"

Alfred gritted his teeth together. "Why are you being nice to me? Do you feel pity for me, or something?"

"Isn't this what you wanted?" He shrugged. "What are you thinking about?"

"I dunno. I guess I'm just glad that my family knows where I am, and that I'm... Well, that I'm not dead, anyway. I don't really like the thought of them, imagining what I'm forced to do, though. Since they know that I'm NOT dead."

"Oh..." Ludwig took a few seconds to think of a different topic. "How do you like your burgers cooked?"

"What?" Alfred looked at Ludwig. "You're going to be grilling burgers? I thought... No, never mind. Well done, I guess."

"What were you going to say?"

"Nothing. I just thought that you were going to grill something else. Did the doctors tell you that I like burgers?"

Ludwig's raised his eyebrows. "Um... Yeah." Alfred groaned in annoyance.

"What else did they tell you?!"

Ludwig gritted his teeth. "Don't snap at me!"

Alfred gasped, in fear. "I'm sorry. I'm just annoyed by the fact that they wouldn't let me tell you these little things, myself."

"I never knew some of the things the doctors told me about you, like how you like comic books, until they, well, told me."

Alfred pouted. "I would have told you, if you asked. I never even thought about telling you those small things, ever. Those things only came up, because the doctors asked me. I didn't know you were even interested in little details like that."

"Would you feel better, if you knew some things about me, as well?"

"I dunno..." He thought about it, for a second. "'Probably not, but if you want to talk to me, than, go ahead."

"Do you want anything on your burger? I already have condiments, but would you want anything else on your burger?"

"Th-That's alright. Ketchup and mustard will do for me." Alfred tried standing up, but Ludwig pushed him back down on the chair.

"Stay there."

"Would it be a good thing, for me to be so close to the grill, if I'm not grilling?"

"The wind's blowing the opposite direction. You should be fine."

They were quiet for a few seconds, before Alfred spoke up, again. "I want to go back inside. I think I can walk, now."

"I carried you outside, because you wanted to be outside, so stay."

Alfred tensed up. "'Sorry. I didn't mean to sound ungrateful."

Ludwig sighed. "I'll carry you back inside, when the food's done. They're close to being finished, anyway. You'll be back inside in a matter of minutes."

Alfred sighed, and nodded. "Thank you, for the food."

"You're welcome." Ludwig set the burgers on a plate, and closed his grill. "I'm going to set these on the table first, so birds or insects' don't get them. I'll be right back, to get you."

Alfred tried standing up, when Ludwig left, by using the wall behind him to balance himself. He quickly changed his mind, though, and sat back down. He placed his hands on his knees, and stared at the ground while waiting.

He was picked back up, and brought back inside. He was set back down at the table. "I hope you enjoy your food."

"Thanks." Alfred put together his burger. He wanted to finish, so he could be by himself, again. He feels protected, but also strange, whenever he was around Ludwig. He was hoping that it would be a one day thing, but he doubted it. Ludwig was taking the doctor's advice, by being kind to Alfred.

He took his first bite, and was instantly reminded of his home in America. He took a moment, staring down at his plate, before he continued eating. He had to bite his lip, to keep himself from crying in front of Ludwig.

"You should slow down. You don't get to leave, until we're both done, anyway. I'll clean the dishes, today, by the way, since the drug is still effecting you."

Alfred nodded. He didn't want to say anything to Ludwig. He wanted to crawl back to bed and try to go back to sleep.

Ludwig took their plates, and set them to the side. He grabbed two clean plates, and took a cake out of the refrigerator. "You like chocolate, right?"

"For what?" Alfred tried looking around Ludwig.

"Well, it's a bit late, so..." A plate with a slice of cake was set down in front of him. "Happy belated birthday."

Alfred's eyes widened. "What? I'm..." Alfred tried leaving his seat. He felt better, physically, but Ludwig still pushed him back down on his seat. "I feel better, now that I've eaten. S-So..." Alfred hid half of his face with his hand.

Ludwig sighed, and moved so he was sitting next to Alfred. He took Alfred's fork, and cut a piece off of the piece of cake. "Just have a bite. I want to see how you like it. I spent quite some on it, after all. It should be good, though. My cousin taught me how to bake sweets like this."

Alfred opened his mouth, to accept the small piece. He took his time on eating it, to really taste it. "It taste amazing. I really want to try some of your cousin's cooking, if he's really the one who taught you how to make something like this."

Ludwig couldn't help, but chuckle. "Wow. That's quite a compliment. I'll take you over to his house, so you'll have a chance to try his cooking, some day. I was also thinking that you could talk to Matthew for a while, if you want to."

Alfred's eyes widened. "R-Really? I... Yeah! I-I mean, after I finish this cake. Thank you." He snatched the fork from Ludwig, and continued eating the cake. Ludwig smiled, and started eating his own piece.

"I'm glad you like it so much." Ludwig watched Alfred, while he was eating. "...You kind of look like my cousin, but he has different hair and eye colors."

"Really? Do you have a picture of him?"

"Yes. I'll show you one, once I'm done with the dishes."

"May I talk to Matthew, first? I mean, since I'm done with the cake. Thank you, by the way. You didn't have to do anything like this." Alfred looked down at his plate of crumbs. 'I didn't want you to.'

"If you think you can walk to the phone, than sure. Do you remember your brother's phone number?"

"Of course, I do." Alfred was able to stand, but he struggled with every step he took towards the phone. He dialed the number quickly, so he could slide down onto the floor. His heart was beating faster and faster with every ring he heard, before he finally heard a voice.

"Hello?" He heard that familiar voice say.

"M-Mattie?"

"...Alfred?"

Alfred smiled. "Um... Happy belated twentieth birthday."

"Thanks... You too. Um... How are you doing?"

Alfred gasped. "I-I'm okay. How are you, and the rest of the family?"

"They're okay. They're especially relieved, now that they know that you're not dead, but they're also extremely worried. All of us are, even Gilbert, and our friends."

His eyes widened. "Th... They know..?"

"They know that you're not dead. I'm sorry, but they're almost as worried as our parents are, but we've been thinking up ways to get you home."

Alfred squeezed the phone. "I, um..."

"We haven't been able to find a plan that will work without risks, but we do have ideas, but the best is somehow sneaking you to Portugal, and getting on a boat home."

"Don't..."

"What?"

Alfred's body started shaking. "I don't want anyone to get into trouble, for me. Especially not you. It... I would still be... I mean... I... It's... Kind of complicated... I want to go home, but not if it's going to risk everyone's life."

"We're not only doing it for you! We all miss you! We want to see you, again!"

"I-I'm sure you'll be allowed to visit, as long as you're just visiting. I can ask him right now, if you want."

"Th-That's okay. You don't have to do that, right now. We'll still try to get you home. You can't stop us from trying. Gilbert's especially has been trying."

Alfred finally started crying. "Mattie... Matt... It's... It's too late, now. It's way too late. It was too late, the second I was grabbed, and sold to Ludwig. Even if I get home, some how, I'll still be his. I could never leave America, or Canada, and..." He wondered for a second, if he should tell Matthew about his scar. "I th-think that I should call you back."

"But, Alfred! I want to talk to you, still! I want to hear your voice!" Alfred could tell that Matthew was crying, as well.

"I-I'm sorry. You don't want to hear what I've been doing, or what's been happening to me, so there's really nothing for me to talk about."

"I don't care! You can say anything to me! I don't care! I'm just... I miss you..."

"I miss you, too. Again, I'm sure that Ludwig will let you visit."

"I don't want to have to get another man's permission to see my brother!"

"I know, but, what can I do? I'm..." He choked up. "I-I'm just a slave, with Ludwig as my master. W-Which means that the only rights I have, are the one Ludwig gives me..."

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I feel like that almost sounds like it was cut-off short.

I have sad news, though...

THERE'S ONLY TWO EPISODES OF "THE OFFICE" LEFT! TwT AAAH! I am gonna be ONE depressed girl, after eight on the 16th... At least I have a shit ton of anime series to finish...