A/N: Well, this is my first Hetalia fic! Wish me luck! REVIEWS ARE LOVED!

Disclaimer: I do not own Axis Powers Hetalia; I just love it and want to write a story about it. I make no profit off of this…

Warnings: May contain sexual situations of the man on man variety in the near future, and will not be restricted to just the USxUk pairing, there will be others.

Chapter one

It was a sick world Alfred F. Jones, CEO of Hetalia Enterprises, lived in. This fact was only made clearer by the Invitation that one Francis Bonnefoy sent him, asking him to attend one of his auctions.

Francis was the proprietor of a large chain of French restaurants. He was also a slave trader. I know what you're thinking, slavery is illegal. Well, due to a few not so kind congress members and a bad pick for president*(A/N: see bottom) a bill was passed so that only the wealthiest of citizens were allowed to own slaves so long as they met strict requirements. There were to be no slaves under the age of eighteen and they were to be released after the age of forty. The market boomed immediately. While slaves did have a few rights, they were still to be done with mostly as their masters pleased.

And it disgusted Alfred. He believed in the old fashion America where everyone was free. He wanted nothing more than to burn the invite, but he knew better. What Francis did was horrible, but he was also one of his best customers.

So there he was at the Friday auction, dressed in a suit and tie. It was held in one of Francis' better restaurants that had a stage for dinner time entertainment. Today it was closed early for this bi-yearly event. One could always contact a slave trader and purchase from their 'stock' but they would usually hold an auction to clear out the slaves that hadn't been sold to make room for newer 'products'.

When Alfred arrived the large room was set up with the stage on the wall opposite the entrance, rows of chairs set in front, and most filled with people the blonde recognized as fellow CEOs or millionaires, or other various members of the top class. In fact, just as he was heading towards his seat, a tall, silver haired man bumped into him.

"Excuse me." He said with a pleasant, but oddly creepy smile.

"Ah… it's alright." Alfred recognized him as Ivan Braginsky. He had seen him at every action he went to. The Russian didn't always bid but he was known to have several very nervous slaves fallowing him around and almost all times.

Today there was a nervous brunette and a very talkative blonde trailing behind him, distinguished by the leather collars around their necks.

"Oh Alfred!" The American looked over as Francis came walking up to him, his own slave, Matthew (Who he hardly noticed) fallowing him. "You made it! For a moment I thought you were going to bail on me!" He laughed heartily, flipping his hair for effect. Alfred had the sudden urge to punch him in the face.

"Nah, I wouldn't miss it for the world!" He replied, trying his best to give the French man a pleasant smile.

"Well I hope you find something you like, oui?" Francis said with a suggestive smile. Before Alfred could reply he cut him off. "There are some friends of mine I want you to meet! Matt, go get them, Oui."

The meek little slave nodded and trotted off, soon returning with what appeared to be a pair of twins.

"This is Lovino-"Francis motioned to the young man with green eyes and a rather annoyed expression, "And Feliciano." The other brunette had brown eyes a rather vacant expression on his face. "They are the Vargas brothers. I have been looking into merging with their restaurant chain." The Vargas brothers owned a large chain of Italian themed eateries.

"It's nice to meet you." Alfred continued faking a smile as he shook their hands.

"Pfft… the only reason we're here is because Feli wouldn't stop bugging me about wanting a slave of his own." Lovino said, clearly as happy about being here as Alfred.

"Veeee~ I want a slave like Antonio! He takes such good care of you~" This, for some reason, made Lovino blush darkly and strike his brother on the head, causing him to start crying.

"I'll… just find my seat…" Alfred said, sneaking away from the odd group to find his seat, ending up between Honda Kiku and Roderich Edelstein, who had a pretty female brunette slave sitting at his feet. The young woman smiled up at Alfred, who smiled politely back.

It wasn't long after he sat down that the auction started, and he soon became board with the whole thing. Each slave was escorted onto the stage dressed in nothing but a black apron, and by the way some of them stumbled they were drugged to keep them from over powering their escorts, although a good deal of them were kept clean and seemed to accept their fate. He saw one of the Italian brothers, unsure of which from across the room, win a bid for a tall blonde named Ludwig, and Ivan won the bidding battle with Kiku over a pretty boy named Wang Yao, although the Japanese won out on Heracles Karpusi, who appeared half asleep.

Then… he was led across the stage…

A man with shaggy blonde hair and the thickest eyebrows Alfred had ever seen stumbled on stage, as the announcer, Francis himself, spoke.

"Ah our next item is Arthur Kirkland. Age 23, born in London. Blonde hair and lovely green eyes, height is 175cms, but I warn you, he is feisty~ "

Alfred wanted him. He wanted him more than he ever wanted anything before!

And judging by the look on Honda Kiku's face… he wanted him too.

A/N: CLIFFHANGER! How was that for my first APH fanfic? Tell me what you think! I'm sure Alfred is out of character but I'll make up for it, I promise!

*Okay, so I don't get any flames for this, this takes place AFTER Obama is in office. I'm not saying he, or any other president is a bad person or a good person for that matter because this is fiction. So, no biting my head off for this, plzkthx.