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!

For those who don't know, I love France/Romano, ever since Dieingcity's "Poison Tomato." This time, however, instead of making France the bad guy, I instead, made him the... Better guy..?

Stupid title is stupid.

ZeldaaaaaAAAAAAH!

APHAPHAPH

'Is it considered incest if your "step father" rapes you?'

"I want you two to meet my new boyfriend."

'My mother looked so happy with him, so Feliciano seemed to have liked him right away.'

"I hope to get to know you two." The man smiled, looking up and down Lovino's body.

'I didn't like him from the start.'

"You have quite a tongue on you. Let's put that tongue to good use." He unzipped his pants. "If you bite me, I'll punch all of your teeth out. However..." He smirked. "If you tell anyone, I'll take you away, far away from here. I'll even kill anyone if I have to."

"What are you talking about?" Lovino asked. The man's smirk only grew.

"I want to get to know all of you... Your face is so cute, and so sexy at the same time... Take off your clothes."

"What?" Lovino screamed without thinking. That angered the man, making him force Lovino on the bed and rip his clothes off. "What are you do-" His mouth was blocked by a large hand covering his face.

"Shut up." He slapped Lovino across the face and pulled his own pants down. "Suck." The younger boy stared at him in confusion. His maroon hair was grabbed and he was forced down the man's shaft. "Again, if you bite..." He trailed off, as a warning. When he was satisfied with how wet he was, Lovino was flipped over on his stomach. Saliva was the only preparation he got when the man shoved into him.

'It hurts! Oh God! He's ripping me in half! I'm gonna die..!' He got a black eye from screaming.

"Tell your mother that you got into a fight at school if she asks." Lovino nodded shakingly.

'I hate him...'

"Guess what, boys!" Their mother started cheerfully. "We're getting married!" Lovino's heart dropped.

"Now we can be closer than ever, as a family!" He said.

'On the night before the wedding, he grabbed me in my sleep and ran. He tied my hands behind my back...'

"I can't..." He said. "I can't do this..."

"Can't do what? Where are we going?" Lovino asked, half awake. The man turned to me and smirked.

"I really only wanted you, but staying there would give us a giant risk of getting caught. Kidnapping you is a lot easier, and cheaper."

"I think they would suspect you if they wake up to see a grown man and a thirteen year old boy suddenly, well, gone."

He chuckled. "They can't suspect anything if they're dead in an explosion."

"What?" Lovino snapped. The man started laughing like a maniac.

"In a half an hour, the time bomb I set will go off."

"No!" Lovino started struggling. "Don't kill them... Please... Please! I'll do anything you want, without fighting."

"How is that different from now?" He laughed. Lovino bowed his head in defeat.

'Okay, so he's not really my step dad... But I'm told to call this man "dad..." I can't remember his real name. He kept on using different alias' until he finally settled on an abondonend cabin in the middle of the woods somewhere... I was thirteen when he took me. I'm seventeen now. I know that because he would tell me, before raping me... My "present" would be prepared, lubricated sex... But I only have that once a year, so... It was... Almost, special.'

A piece of half cooked meat was dropped down in front of him. "Eat."

"Thank you daddy." Those words came naturally out of his mouth. He picked up the small slab of meat and ate it greedily, getting his sleeves dirty with blood. He was only allowed to wear clothing when it got colder outside. When it's cold outside, it's cold inside of the cabin.

The man left the cabin, and it took Lovino a minute to realize that the man was gone. The man's shotgun was gone, as well. 'He's going hunting.' He thought to himself. Normally, he would be allowed to eat every few days, and allowed one drink of water daily. The man gave him food two days in a row, so he felt lucky today.

Lovino checked all of the windows for any sign of the man coming back. He's been planning for quite some time to escape. He had to wait for winter so he could earn some pants and a long-sleeved shirt. Then he had to wait for his energy to get up just a bit. It was his birthday recently, and that meant that the man would trust Lovino not to leave all the more.

Lovino hasn't tried to escape for almost three years, but it didn't mean that he didn't think about it everyday for the past four. He's been announced "legally dead" for a while now, so he could start a new life if this chance of escape works.

He waited a few more minutes before darting out the front door and into the forest. He didn't know how long he's been running until he heard screaming coming from behind him.

"Lovino!" It was the man. "Get your ass back here!" Lovino's heart jumped and he tried going faster, though the cold ground on his bare feet were making them go numb. His clothes weren't the best for the outdoors, either. "Lovino!" The voice sounded like it was closer than before.

He was panicking so much, his eye sight started to become blurry, but that didn't stop him from running. Eventually, he ran into something, and arms sounded his body. He jumped and looked up at the owner of those arms.

"Allo..."* A man with long, blond hair greeted. "Where are you going in such thin attire, and lack of shoes?" The man said in a strong, French accent. Lovino's chin was taken in between two fingers so his face could be moved around. "You are very cute, I'm so lucky such a gift literally jumped into my arms." He smirked maliciously.

"Lovino!" The younger boy yelped and tried getting away from the stranger. The voice was still far away, but the man was getting closer.

"Stop fighting!" The blond man started carrying Lovino bridal-style to the camp site he set up not too far away from where they met. He opened the back door to his car and threw Lovino in there. "Don't make a sound." The door was closed and locked.

"Lovino, if you don't come over here right now, I'll cut both of your fee-" The man stopped when he saw the blond man taking down his tent.

"Allo, can I help you?" He asked. He studied the other man's shotgun, that was in both of his hands, as though he was ready to aim and shoot it at any moment.

"Have you seen a seventeen year-old boy run past here? He ran away when I told him that I'm going to teach him how to go hunting... You see, he- my son- really loves animals, and wouldn't dare kill one of them. We have to hunt to eat, and he understands that, but-"

"Maroon hair?" The French man interrupted. "Stray hair curled up like this?" He made a motion with his finger from his head, to the air, where he made a swirl in the air with it.

"So you saw him?" The blond nodded.

"I saw him going that way." He pointed to a random direction. "He yelped when he saw me and started darting in that direction."

"Thank you very much, sir." The man Lovino knows as "dad" started running off again, screaming his name.

"Good luck." The blond man smirked while getting his stuff packed. He got into the drivers seat of his car and started driving away. "I came here, looking for a quiet place to relax, and instead, got myself a new pet. You understand english, right?" Lovino nodded slowly. "Good~!"

Lovino was beyond confused. There hasn't been anyone even near the cabin in four years, but the day he decided to run away, he attracted another man. He didn't know how to feel. He was being kidnapped, away from his kidnapper. He didn't understand what about him made people want to abduct him.

'What if he's worse than... Him? That would be hard to do, but... What if he's... Better?' Lovino didn't have the energy any more to fight, anyway, so he decided to wait and see what this man will do to him.

"I'm sure you want to know the name of your new master." He snivered at the word. "I am Francis Bonnefoy. I don't understand what's going on, but I think I have an idea of it. Your sleeves are stained with something... Blood? Your father-"

"He is not my father..." He growled. "He took me four years ago. He was almost my step father, but that never happened..."

Francis parked where he was suddenly, and got out of the car to get into the trunk to grab something, then in the back with Lovino. "Your feet are turning blue! I'm sorry for not noticing it sooner." Lovino was forced into the purple sleeping bag, after a few minutes of trying.

Lovino tried hiding his body the best he could into the sleeping bag. He felt the most warmth he has ever felt since he was with his family. Eventually, the warmth took over his mind, making him fall asleep.

He woke up in a hotel room, still wrapped up in the sleeping bag. "What the fuck..? I thought we weren't..." He groaned and tried to sitting up, before slumping down again. The purple sleeping bag reminded him that he was abducted by a blond man he never seen before.

"Bon!* You're awake! I was getting worried. You've been sleeping for three hours in the car!"

Lovino turned his head to look at Francis. "Will you tell him that you kidnapped me from the cabin..?"

"What? What are you talking about? I intend on keeping you for myself until one of us dies. Are you hungry?"

"Wait- what? "Until one of us dies?"

Francis nodded. "Of old age. Are you hungry?" He asked again. Lovino looked away.

"...What do I have to do for food?"

One of Francis' brows raised. "Consume it?"

"Th..." Lovino looked back up to Francis. "That's it?"

"That's how you digest food, normally..."

"You're not going to force me to do anything..?"

"Oh!" France chuckled to himself. "That's what you meant! No, I won't force you to do anything. I at least want to take you to a hospital first, but, in France, so I don't get into trouble for kidnapping you... From your kidnapper..."

"Hospital?" Lovino repeated. "Why are you going to take me to..." He registered everything Francis said just then. "France?" He coughed from screaming with a dry throat.

Francis filled a paper cup that he had with him before he left home with water. He walked towards the double bed to help Lovino sit up. "Drink."

Lovino looked up at him before taking the cup and drinking the water down to it's last drop. It was taken from him so it could be filled again. "Thank you..." He chugged down the second glass full.

"No problem. Seriously, though. You can have whatever you want."

"Spa... Spaghetti..?" He relunctantly asked. Francis smiled softly.

"Okay. Spaghetti it is~!"

Lovino curled up into a ball and started crying suddenly. 'He's better... I've only really known him for ten minutes, b-but he's definately better...' He felt his body shift a little when Francis joined him on the bed. He was pulled into a hug.

"What should I call you?"

"L... Lovino..." He sniffled.

"Lovino..." Francis repeated.

"Th... Thank you..." Francis' eyes widen a little.

"Pardon?"

"I said "thanks..." For kidnap- um... "Saving," me... I don't have a family, so I was almost afraid that I would have to live by whoring myself out. That would make it easier for him to find me, though... You're already treating me much better than he ever did."

"Wow..." Francis had to think before speaking again. "I did have a feeling, as soon as I saw the blood and the lack of clothes. You were in such a big hurry, that the only way to talk to you, was to kidnap you... Or at least, it seemed that way at the time. I have heard... That man, screaming something, though. He almost said that he was going to chop your feet off."

"Oh God..." Lovino whispered to himself. Francis rubbed his back, making "shushing" noises to calm him down.

"He won't get you any more. You are mine now. Let me see your body."

"What?" Lovino snapped.

"I just want to see the damage... I understand if you don't want me to, though. At least let me see your feet." Lovino hesitantly removed himself completely from the sleeping bag to show Francis his feet. "D'accord...* They're still a bit red, but I can't see any cuts or anything. They were turning a pale blue from the cold ground earlier. We'll take a bath later. Then I can see them better when they are clean, but we should eat first."

Lovino nodded in agreement. He got under the blankets for warmth while watching Francis order the food, while semi-butchering his native language. He chuckled to himself at the sound of Francis trying to speak Italian. Apparently, Francis didn't notice though. 'That's probably a good thing...' He thought to himself.

"Now all we have to do is wait." Francis sat on the bed with the younger man. "How old are you?"

"Seventeen." He quickly answered. "I turned seventeen... A few days ago? Or was it weeks..? It was recent. I know because he told me..."

"Are you going to sleep again?"

"Why do you keep on changing the subject? Maybe, I dunno. This is the most comfortable bed I've been in since... Well..." Francis got into the bed with him to hold his back.

"Am I too warm?"

"Um..." Lovino's cheeks turned to a shade of pink. "N-No..."

"Well, if you find this bed comfortable, wait until we get to my place." He held the boy closer to himself. "We should probably put some new clothes on you. The one's you're wearing are stained... With, uh..."

"Deer blood. It's just deer blood... Or maybe squirrel? I dunno. The meat was only half cooked. You seem to be... Unnaturally unphased by all of this."

"I'm just trying not to think so much about all of this. The point is, you're mine now. You won't see the person ever again, rather you wanted to or not. I won't let you go, ever."

Lovino scooted closer to the man behind him. "You really are the first human being, other than... I can't remember his name anymore, that I've seen in a long time..."

"You are not mad at me for kidnapping you?" Lovino shook his head.

"I'm not sure what I can do for money. I think running into you- literally- was just... Me being really, really lucky..." There was a knock on the door.

"That must be the food..." Francis got out of the bed to get the door...

The more they talked, the more sorry Francis felt for Lovino. He let the Italian boy take a shower by himself, to make him feel comfortable. He wasn't going to take his chances with Lovino when they were in a hotel, where he could escape and run away.

Lovino walked into the room with a towel around his hips. Francis sat up to look at what he could see of Lovino. "It's... It's a really good thing that you're eating full meals from now on- three a day. Turn around." Lovino complied, showing Francis his marked back. "Okay, I've seen enough... Did you not see the clothes I left out for you on that chair behind you?"

Lovino looked behind him to see the clothing neatly folded on the chair, like Francis said. "I didn't... Thank you..." His heart started beating quickly.

"What's wrong?" Francis asked when he noticed Lovino just staring at the articles of clothing. "I know there isn't any underpants, but I don't think mine would fit around your hips..."

"I-It's not that... I only had clothes in the first place because of how cold it's gotten lately... And I always had to "earn" them. I... Want you to, um..." His cheeks turned red. "I-I mean... As a way of saying "thanks..." Um..."

'Oh...' Francis knew what he was talking about. "...No, you don't. You were... Fourteen, when he took you? You had to do sexual favors for food and clothes." He guessed. "Am I correct?"

Romano's eyes widen a little in shock. "Not... All the time..."

"You don't want a person who you just met to take you."

Lovino gritted his teeth together. "You were going to rape me anyway..." He sneered. "Why not just take me now?"

''Because... I just... Please don't get offended. I just want to get you checked for any diseases first..."

"I-I..." Lovino's voice quivered. "A-As far as... I mean... I've been... I mean, he's been taking me for over four years... I don't have herpes or anything like that... I mean, as far as I can see. I don't... I don't want to die..." He fell to his knees and held his face in his palms. "I don't want to wait until we make it to France to find out... Oh Dio...* Why can't we check now?"

"Do you know any French?" Lovino shook his head. "I didn't think so. In France, you can't tell anyone that I kidnapped you without knowing how."

Lovino darted his head up to look at Francis. "I won't escape! I want to be as far away from him as possible, and you're the best way to do so! At least I wouldn't have to whore my self out to people... Please..."

Francis looked at the shivering, panicking man curled up on the floor. "Alright..." He sighed. "Get dressed."

"You mean it? Oh, thank you!" Lovino removed the towl so he could get dressed with what he was given.

"It's no problem. I don't want my new pet sick, after all."

APHAPHAPH

It sounded better and less sloppy in my head.

*Translations*

"Allo" - "Hi" (Informal)

"Bon" - "Good"

"D'accord" - "Okay"

(Italian) "Dio" - "God"