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!

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"We have received this man just days ago! The only scars on him are from the many restraints we have to put on him to get here! He may be unbroken, but he is a virgin! He's from southern Italy but he does speak English! He should be a fun one for those who wants a challenge! We will start the bid at..."

Lovino Vargas struggled against the many chains holding him in place as he could in his condition. His screams were muffled by the gag in his mouth while people shouted out numbers. That was it. The first number called out pretty much sealed his fate.

Now all he could think about was all the Hell he was going to give the person who ends up buying him.

"Sold! To buyer number sixty-four!" Lovino was dragged away by a leash off of the stage. The buyer was waiting for him in a special room with a fire burning a metal rod. He took some steps backwards, but was easily tripped by a tug of the chain.

The buyer smiled. "He'z a lot cuter up close." He walked to Lovino, kneeling down to grab his chin in between two fingers to lift his head up. "I'm your new master, mon chouchou." Lovino closed his eyes so he wouldn't have to look at the man.

"I'm ready to brand him now." Lovino was pinned down on the ground by three men. He struggled with his energy slowly returning from the drugs he was forced to take. The man brough the rod to his back, pushing against it.

Lovino's screams hid the sound of sizzling flesh in the room. The rod was pulled back, leaving a "F.J.B." burned forever on Lovino's back. There was a small rose inside of the "B" for added signature. "Now everyone will know that you are owned by Francis Jean Bonnefoy."

Lovino kept on struggling against the three men, mainly hoping to ease the burning pain on his back. "The drugs were off already. Would you like me to add another dose for the trip home?"

"I don't thi- actually, do you have pain killers that will make him drowzy? If so, then go ahead. Just don't make him die by over-dose."

One of the men that was holding Lovino down took out a needle and stabbed the Italian boy with it, releasing the contents inside of him. Lovino stopped moving around so much, waiting to get picked up and back on his feet so he could run off before the drugs spread.

Unfortunately, Francis insisted on carrying him, no matter how hard he struggled. It didn't last long before the drugs completely took over and his muscles relaxed in Francis' arms.

He was set down in the back of a car, sitting up with Francis sitting next to him. He struggled to keep himself awake, but failed and fell asleep against the window of the car. At least the pain dulled, for now.