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 am sorry in advance. Also, I decided on making one big epilogue.
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Ludwig held Alfred close to him. He liked the feeling of Alfred breathing against his chest. The only light in the room was coming from the moon outside. The temperature in the room was perfect, for both of them.
"Can you sleep, when we're like this?"
"Yeah, but it's a bit strange. You're so close. Plus, your fingers are kind of tickling my back, but it's not really bothering me."
"'Sorry." He stopped, but he kept his arm around Alfred's body. "Good night."
"'Ni-!" A rock shattered the window from the outside.
Ludwig almost pushed Alfred off of the bed. "Get under the bed!"
"What's going on?!"
"Get under the bed!"
He yanked one of his sock drawers opened. He dugged in his socks, until he found what he was looking for. He pulled out a gun, just when a can went through the hole, and started releasing a gas. Though, nobody seemed to have noticed it, until the gas filled the entire room, and made the two black out...
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Ludwig woke up first. He couldn't move anything, besides his eyes. 'What the hell is going on?!' He head up tipped up from a toe of a shoe, under his chin. He was forced to look up at the owner of that shoe.
"Good morning!" The person smiled down at him. Ludwig's eyes widened.
'What the hell?! Sven?!'
"Alfred's not awake, yet. He's not as strong as you, after all. What's with that look? They only locked me up for a week. They barely care, if someone "raped" another's bought whore. I really was arrested, because you didn't give me permission to fuck your whore. Well, actually... My new whore. You two costed me my job, and any other job that requires socializing. It's hard, find a job that DOESN'T require socializing with other people."
Sven walked to the bed, and looked down at the still unconscious boy. His legs and thighs were tired together, and his wrists were tied together, in front of him. Sven sat down, and shoved a finger inside of him.
"I couldn't find anything that would help ease the way in, in this room. Nor could I find the key to get out of this room. Oh well. You enjoy a good show, right?"
He slipped another finger inside of him, and started thrusting them in and out, and spreading them apart. Alfred started stirring in his sleep. "Wake up, Alfred~" Alfred forced himself awake. He squirmed around, uncomfortably. He looked up, at the ceiling light. "Finally. I thought that you would wake up, before Ludwig. I didn't drug you with the same drug I gave to Ludwig."
"Wh-What the hell? Sven?! Aren't you supposed to be arrested?!"
Sven pulled his fingers out of Alfred. "I was, for a week. Again, barely anyone cares, if I rape a whore. Though, because you fought, and Ludwig didn't grant me permission to fuck you, anyway, you two cost me my job."
"What?! YOU shouldn't have... What makes you think that you can get away with THIS, anyway? Where's Ludwig?!"
Sven turned Alfred's face, so he was facing Ludwig. Alfred could see Ludwig, sitting there with his arms behind his back. He was having a hard time, lifting his head. "I'm going to kill him."
Alfred looked back up at Sven. "What?!"
"I'm going to make him wa... Listen, while I rape you. I'm going to shoot him, when I'm done, take you, and move out of Germany. I'll make my living, whoring you out to others. Your background should be enough, to make a good profit in that."
"Don't KILL him! You can just leave him, as he is! I'll cooperate with you, if you do that, instead! Or... At least, don't kill him in front of me, please."
Sven stood back up. "I'll think about the last one." He took off all of his clothing, this time, since there was no risk, this time. He positioned himself in between Alfred's legs, and forced himself inside.
Alfred threw his head back, and bit his lip. Sven pulled out, and waited a few seconds, before pushing back inside. He waited, again, for Alfred to get used to him, before thrusting in a slow pace.
"You'll get me a nice house. We'll be just fine. Though, I would have to come up with a new name, for you..." He went faster, as time passed. Alfred started moaning at the friction. He could kind of feel Sven graze against his prostate, instead of hitting it, dead-on. That soon made Alfred go crazy with need.
"M-More..." He whimpered out.
"What was that?" Sven asked, in between pants.
Alfred started whining. His toes curled against the bottom of his feet. "More!"
Sven chuckled. "You really ARE a whore, aren't you?!"
"I..." Alfred stopped that thought. He just came up with an idea, and it wouldn't hurt, to try it. "Y-Yes! Ram your cock inside of your whore! I need your "big" cock to ram into me, with as much speed as my master can handle! Please, master!"
Sven smirked, and wrapped his hand around Alfred's penis, to stroke it. He rammed inside of Alfred with as much force, and speed, as he could handle. Alfred's moans became high-pitched. He was so close, to completion.
"I-I'm cumming!" Sven shoved himself inside, as much as he could, before finishing. "THIS is me, claiming you as my own, Alfred!"
"Y-Yes, mast... Master!" Alfred ejaculated, as well. Sven pulled out, and stood back up. He picked up Ludwig's gun, and inspected it.
"I didn't know that you had a gun, before this."
"W-Wait!" Alfred started struggling. "I... I want to see..."
Sven looked back down at Alfred. "What?"
"I... Kind of lied, before. Ludwig took my freedom away. I actually tried killing Ludwig, a-a few times, before. It really wouldn't make any difference, if I'm your slave. Hell, it will probably be better! I'm sorry. I just didn't want to get into trouble, with Ludwig. I didn't know that he had a gun, either, so... I want to watch him die."
Sven's eyes widened. He stared at Alfred for a moment, before he suddenly started laughing. He sat Alfred up, on his knees, but Alfred fell back down, onto his back. He started struggling. Sven's laughter went from menacing, to a light chuckle.
"Here." Sven took out a pocket knife from his jeans, and started sawing at the ropes around Alfred's thighs, and legs, until Alfred could throw his legs over the bed. "Using this gun will be MUCH easier, than using the pocket knife, to kill you!"
Sven aimed the gun at Ludwig. He was just about to squeeze the trigger, and put a bullet in Ludwig's head, before Alfred tackled Sven. The gun went off, and Ludwig screamed. Alfred gasped, and looked towards him. The bullet went through Ludwig's shoulder. He turned his attention back to the gun. He reached out, and grabbed it, while it was still in Sven's hand.
"Lying CUNT!" Sven started fighting Alfred for the gun. Alfred managed to get his finger around the trigger, and started squeezing it, whenever it was obvious that the gun wasn't pointing at anyone. "Let go of the gun, Alfred!"
"Fuck you!" Alfred aimed down, and squeezed the trigger, again. Sven pulled back, screaming. Alfred pulled back, with the gun. He saw what the last bullet hit. He shot Sven's foot. He aimed the gun at the other foot, to shoot it, again. His aim was off, but it still hit Sven in the leg. Sven screamed, and curled up on the bed. He held his wounds, to stop them from bleeding.
Alfred pointed the gun at the floor, and started shooting it, until the last two bullets were gone. He started panting, until he remembered that Ludwig was still hurt. He dropped the gun in front of him. He opened the dresser, and pulled a random shirt out. 'Th-This will do...' He started wrapping Ludwig's wound, with the shirt.
"Alfred..." Ludwig forced the word out. "My... Pillow... Case... Call... One, one, two... Ask... English..."
Alfred nodded, and yanked Ludwig's pillow off of the bed. He pulled the pillow out, and turned the case inside-out. A key dropped to the floor. He picked it up, and ran to the door, to try the key. He gasped in surprise, when the door unlocked.
He slammed the door behind him, so the dogs wouldn't run into the bedroom. They were already jumping up, and barking at Alfred. He had to ignore them, so he could grab the phone.
'One, one, two...' He dialed the number that Ludwig told him, and pressed the phone against his ear.
"One, one, two. What's your emergency?" A woman answered the phone.
"E-English?!"
She paused for a second, before talking, again. "What's your emergency?"
"M-My master was shot! I-I don't know the address, though. I-I'll be right-"
"You don't have to worry about that. We pin-pointed your address. Emergency will be there, shortly."
"Th-Thank you..." Alfred hung up, with some difficulty. He unlocked the door, before running back to the bedroom. Sven was still holding his feet, where Ludwig was still sitting on the floor, with his wrists tied behind him. "Emergency's coming."
"Sit... By... Me..." Alfred sat down next to Ludwig. "'Did... Good..."
"Thank you... I'm just trying everything I can, to help."
They didn't have to wait long, at all, before doctors, and police men barged into the bedroom, with a few gurnies. Alfred stood up. (With the help from the wall behind him.) He pointed to Sven, with his bound hands.
"He drugged my master, raped me, and then he shot master! He was trying to kill master, so I had to grab the gun from him. We fought over it, for a while, before I actually shot our attacker's foot. I didn't want him to get far, so I shot his other leg, and wasted the rest of the bullets on the floor."
"We'll get everything situated at the hospital."
They started tending to Ludwig, and Sven first. Sven was dragged away, and taken away by a separate ambulance, where Alfred had to wait in the same ambulance with Ludwig in it. There was a man, looming over Ludwig. He was trying to keep him awake. Alfred sighed, once he was sure that they were safe.
"Thank you, for taking my word."
"Well, we don't have any other immediate evidence." The driver of the ambulance told him. "'Since that man DOES seem to be drugged. Plus, your story actually adds up, pretty well."
"Will he die, if he sleeps? Why would you need to keep him awake?"
"He's still losing blood. It's a good thing that you acted when you did, but we don't want to take any risks. His heart rate's pretty slow, because of the drug that was injected inside of him. Do you know how that other man would get such a thing?"
"Sven was my... "Doctor." Alfred bit his lip. Calling the man a "doctor" left a bad taste in his mouth. "Lu- Master sent me to a "hospital" for... Slaves, because I wasn't talking. Sven was my doctor, before he drugged me, and took advantage of me when I couldn't move, or say anything. I think he used the same thing on master."
"Sven... Vogel? Wasn't he arrested recently for drugging and taking advantage of... Was that you?!"
Alfred looked out the back door windows. "Um... Yeah..."
"Why would he go to your master's place, sneak in, and take advantage of you, again? And just when he got out of jail, too?"
"I don't know! Revenge, I think? He was pretty pissed off. He was planning on killing L- master, and then take me. He was going to make "his living" by selling me. Or, that's what he said, anyway." Alfred put his legs up to his chest, to hug them.
"I'm... Sorry, to hear..." The driver paused for a second, to think of something else to talk about. "Um... What's your master's name?"
"Ludwig... Something... His last name starts with a "B." Um... Is he concious?"
"His eyes are still open, and he's breathing."
Alfred sighed in relief. "How long will he be in the hospital? Will I have to stay with him? Because, somebody will have to take care of the dogs."
"We'll have to keep him until the drugs wear off, which could take up to two days, depending on the dose he was injected with. You may be able to go home, if you can get mister Ludwig's permission. Of course, we'll have to wait until we test you."
Alfred nodded. "Okay."
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Alfred was sitting on a leather seat, in a medical gown, while staring at Ludwig. He's been waiting for Ludwig to wake up. He was breathing, and his wound has been properly treated. It was a long night, for Alfred. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't stop thinking about the events that happened the night before.
He was the hero. He saved a man who's usually stronger than he is, from death. He wanted Ludwig to wake up, so he could hear his praise. He's already gotten praise from the doctors who could stop into the room for a second, to talk, but he felt almost empty. He wanted praise from the person who he saved.
He walked to the bed, and stared at Ludwig. He found a spot where he could curl up against the larger man on the bed. He ran his hand against Ludwig's chest. He was kind of hoping that that would wake Ludwig up, somehow.
"I don't like you, but you still take care of me. I don't want to be sold to someone else. 'Not when I just got used to this." He rubbed his cheek against Ludwig's chest. "You are very handsome. I guess it's too bad that I'm not gay for guys like you. 'Not saying that I'm gay, or anything. Well, it's not like you can hear me, anyway. So... I guess I can say that I don't completely hate you, anymore."
An arm wrapped around his shoulders, which made him almost jump off of the bed in surprise. "I'm glad..." Ludwig said, groggily.
"JESUS! Good fucking morning!"
"'Morning. 'Time is it..?"
"I don't know! God... I was fucking scared. I don't want to go through another master, and I don't want anyone to die!"
"I know." Ludwig turned his head, so he could kiss Alfred's scalp.
A man knocked on the door frame, before walking in. "Hello, Ludwig? Are you awake?" The doctor walked into the room. "I have some test results."
"What kind of results do you have?"
"Well, the semen that we got from Alfred's body- that's not his own, of course- matches the DNA in Sven's blood. Alfred is also cleaned of sexual diseases." Both Alfred, and Ludwig, sighed in relief. "I want to hear what exactly happened, in your words, mister Ludwig."
"Well, um... I was staring at the floor, most of the time, but I heard everything. Sven Vogel tooked Alfred on my bed. Eventually, Alfred pretended to cooperate with everything Sven was doing, so he could stop Sven from shooting me. It didn't work, exactly, but I'm not dead. Alfred fought for the gun, and I think he shot Sven's legs, or something. Then, Alfred used a shirt to treat the bullet wound, and called the emergency number. That's what I remember."
The doctor smiled. "You have a very, very brave man. I don't know anyone else, who would protect their master, like the way he did."
"I know someone, but he's not in Germany. Still, what Alfred did... I can't find the words to describe what I feel about what he did, for me. Though, it could be because of the pain killers I'm on. I AM on pain killers, right?"
The doctor chuckled. "Yes, you are on pain killers. We DO have a question for you, though. Well, Alfred does. He was wondering if he should go home, to take care of your dogs?"
Ludwig slowly shook his head. "Not right now. I want him to stay by me. 'Maybe later, in the day. Though, the bedroom isn't very livable, anymore. I still have a guest room, but I'd rather not worry about that, right now. May I talk to Alfred, alone?"
The doctor nodded. "I'll be back, later." He left the two alone.
Ludwig held Alfred close. "I don't know how to express my thanks with words, but I think I know how to express them with actions. We both miss our brothers, anyway. So, I think I have enough money, to buy a new house, and to move two adults, and three dogs, to America."
Alfred stared at Ludwig, for a while. "Wh... What did you say?"
"You will still be mine. You wouldn't be able go any nation that isn't neutral, without me, but I can't legally touch you, without your consent, in America."
Alfred started shaking. He wanted to see everyone, again, but he was afraid of everyone's reaction. He was pretty sure that his family knew what he had to go through. He didn't want anyone to ever think differently of him, even though Alfred knows that he changed. He wrapped his arms around Ludwig's neck, and started crying. He was going to see his family again. That's what was important, to him.
"Thank you... Thank you, thank you..." He could say anything else. It sounded too good to be true. He was going to see everyone, who he thought he would never see, ever again. He feels like he lost all hopes of that ever happening, for no reason, which just made the news that much better for him.
Ludwig hugged him back. "You're welcome."
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I'm. Sorry. I don't like how this ended, though I DO like how I wrote the action scene, with the gun.
I'll probably write a sequel, focusing on how Alfred would cope with Ludwig being close by, because of Gilbert, while trying to focus on his old life. I worded that so it sounds dumb.
Spoilers alert: He'll give up, and visit Ludwig. It would start as "closure," but he wouldn't be able to stop... That would pretty much be the description. XD
I would probably write that, after "Punishment..." If people'll want to read that.
I want ramen, now, but I don't want to leave. 'Can't stop watching a South Park episode that I've seen a hundred times before...