Post by Victoria Woodlind on Dec 27, 2012 15:19:47 GMT -5
Pairing: Alfred F. Jones X Arthur Kirkland (UsUk), some Francis Bonnefe X Arthur Kirkland (Fruk)
Summary: Arthur Kirkland is a normal 23 year old young man. Or at least he USED to be. But when he got kidnaped it changed his life for ever, and the life of the self proclaimed "hero".
Warning: violence, lemon, cursing, drug use, kidnapig, bondage sex, sex, rape. One shot. (I hate writing chapters) RATED M! 18 and up please!
Disclaimer: IN NO WAYS DO I OWN HETALIA! That belongs to its rightfull owners.
Note Alfred's number is fake. I just typed random numbers. DO NOT CALL IT! It's sad that I have to say that I know but hey you'll be surprised.
This is just a preview please tell me what you think of it and if I should continue writing it!
Yes I started writing this after seeing taken 2...
Enjoy~!
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"... W-where am I?" The Brit awoke but wasn't able to see any thing. He tried to reach up to his face to pull off what ever was blocking his sight but heard the sound of shackles and found that he couldn't. He kicked and struggled but he had shackles around his legs too and found that he, also, couldn't move them. "H-hey Let me go! I w-wont tell anyone." His strong British accent was trembling with fear. He felt a sharp prick on his Arm"O-ow!......" He started to feel nauseous and then his scenes disappeared and soon he was knocked out cold.
Earlier that day~
"Hey Arthur, wait up!"
"What do you want Alfred?" The Brit was annoyed and didn't want to deal with the loud mouthed American.
Alfred smiled and handed the other man a card.
"Call me ok?" And with that he left Arthur alone looking down at the card that read
'Alfred F. Jones
Hero of the day
859-454-2086'
The blonde english man sighed, "Dumb twit, what makes him think I'll call?" He folded the card up and placed it in his pant's pocket.
Arthur was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans that had rips all up the legs and a tight Green day shirt with his hair looking messy as usual.
He started to walk back home from his job at Hot Topic in the same mall were Alfred worked as a Cashier at a fashion boutique Arthur had been offered a job with Alfred but quickly turned it down, it wasn't that he didn't want to work there but the fact that they only picked guys who were good looking and once they stopped being "eye candy" they got fired. He knew he was attractive, the man was flirted with almost 50 times a day! But this was the first from a guy that was a lot more popular with the ladies than he himself was.
Before he realized it he had taken a wrong turn some where and ended up in an ally way. He kept his head down and his arm crossed hoping to fit in but he did the exact opposite and next thing he knew there was some one behind him holding up a funny smelling towel to Arthur's own face, and soon the world began to fade away.
Present time~
Arthur woke up to a bright light and noticed that he could once again see. He tried to scream for help but the only sounds that came were muffled by the gag in his mouth. He didn't bother to try an move, expecting shackles, but he couldn't even feel his appendages. He felt cold and looked down realizing that the was siting on the cold concrete floor and that somehow he was wearing a skimpy, teal lingerie top with a matching skirt. He heard two voices conversing just outside of the room the emerald eyed nation was held.
"Sir when will we sell him? He is a fine catch." To Arthur this man sounded weaker and unsure of anything. He most likely is the worker. the Brit also noticed that the accent sounded Spanish.
"Ve vill auction him to our most fine bidders, and he vill most likely go to Francis." This man is probably the brains! Wait... Sell me?! "Antonio go check on ze boy!"
"Yes sir!" The Spanish sounding man Antonio opened the door and Arthur could see a bright light.
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Summary: Arthur Kirkland is a normal 23 year old young man. Or at least he USED to be. But when he got kidnaped it changed his life for ever, and the life of the self proclaimed "hero".
Warning: violence, lemon, cursing, drug use, kidnapig, bondage sex, sex, rape. One shot. (I hate writing chapters) RATED M! 18 and up please!
Disclaimer: IN NO WAYS DO I OWN HETALIA! That belongs to its rightfull owners.
Note Alfred's number is fake. I just typed random numbers. DO NOT CALL IT! It's sad that I have to say that I know but hey you'll be surprised.
This is just a preview please tell me what you think of it and if I should continue writing it!
Yes I started writing this after seeing taken 2...
Enjoy~!
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"... W-where am I?" The Brit awoke but wasn't able to see any thing. He tried to reach up to his face to pull off what ever was blocking his sight but heard the sound of shackles and found that he couldn't. He kicked and struggled but he had shackles around his legs too and found that he, also, couldn't move them. "H-hey Let me go! I w-wont tell anyone." His strong British accent was trembling with fear. He felt a sharp prick on his Arm"O-ow!......" He started to feel nauseous and then his scenes disappeared and soon he was knocked out cold.
Earlier that day~
"Hey Arthur, wait up!"
"What do you want Alfred?" The Brit was annoyed and didn't want to deal with the loud mouthed American.
Alfred smiled and handed the other man a card.
"Call me ok?" And with that he left Arthur alone looking down at the card that read
'Alfred F. Jones
Hero of the day
859-454-2086'
The blonde english man sighed, "Dumb twit, what makes him think I'll call?" He folded the card up and placed it in his pant's pocket.
Arthur was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans that had rips all up the legs and a tight Green day shirt with his hair looking messy as usual.
He started to walk back home from his job at Hot Topic in the same mall were Alfred worked as a Cashier at a fashion boutique Arthur had been offered a job with Alfred but quickly turned it down, it wasn't that he didn't want to work there but the fact that they only picked guys who were good looking and once they stopped being "eye candy" they got fired. He knew he was attractive, the man was flirted with almost 50 times a day! But this was the first from a guy that was a lot more popular with the ladies than he himself was.
Before he realized it he had taken a wrong turn some where and ended up in an ally way. He kept his head down and his arm crossed hoping to fit in but he did the exact opposite and next thing he knew there was some one behind him holding up a funny smelling towel to Arthur's own face, and soon the world began to fade away.
Present time~
Arthur woke up to a bright light and noticed that he could once again see. He tried to scream for help but the only sounds that came were muffled by the gag in his mouth. He didn't bother to try an move, expecting shackles, but he couldn't even feel his appendages. He felt cold and looked down realizing that the was siting on the cold concrete floor and that somehow he was wearing a skimpy, teal lingerie top with a matching skirt. He heard two voices conversing just outside of the room the emerald eyed nation was held.
"Sir when will we sell him? He is a fine catch." To Arthur this man sounded weaker and unsure of anything. He most likely is the worker. the Brit also noticed that the accent sounded Spanish.
"Ve vill auction him to our most fine bidders, and he vill most likely go to Francis." This man is probably the brains! Wait... Sell me?! "Antonio go check on ze boy!"
"Yes sir!" The Spanish sounding man Antonio opened the door and Arthur could see a bright light.
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