Now, I know that is "Author Suicide" to have two multi-chapters going at once. However, due to some hard times in my life recently, I just started writing this out of the blue. No, this really has nothing to do with Sweden (he might show up but that's it). Yes, this will have the following to an extent: Usuk (main), Fruk, Prucan, Franada, Spamano, Rucan, Ruspru, Ameripan, Amerliet, Rusliet, and many more (like, almost every semi-popular to popular pairing you can think of sort of "many more"). No, it is nothing like "Of Social Importance". This story will be dark, touching on sex slavery, dirty fetishes, mental diseases and syndromes, and even forced body changes. Just think of this story like OSI's cousin with the slicked back hair, too many rings, owns a concrete company, and has a thing for Monte Carlos. Besides the previous warnings, I must also point out that Alfred (America) is VERY OOC! He is a dark person, while he is still America (please don't mistake him for 2P) and will have a few things in common with his cannon self, for the most part: He is the villain/anti-hero of this story. Also, due to popular demand, this is an Omegaverse. BUT! Unlike OSI, the whole blood type thing doesn't work here, so there will NOT be any AB Blood types! ALSO, in this Omegaverse, only Betas can breed with Betas (and Omegas with Alphas) in order to reproduce! THIS IS IMPORTANT TO REMEMBER! So, with that being said, I give you "Stockholm, Born and Raised".

I do not own Hetalia or any of the characters from the series. -.-

Life isn't easy. No one ever said it was, so why try to even imagine that it is? There are bad days for those rich monetarily; there are bad days for those that are financially poor. That has been true for the history of the world, and those that have lived through it and will live through it all carry the same curse called "Life".

Sure, some people have worse "bad days" than others, but who can truly measure? Is it by how much money, how many friend ships, or how many relatives that you have lost? Maybe. Some think that the worst day of anyone's life is the day they die. For others, it's the day that people are born. But some disagree entirely, and for those that do, they usually believe that the worst day of their lives begin when they walk out into the world without the protection of home, family, friends… The day that they decide who they are going to be for the rest of their "curse".

But there are those who don't get to decide, and they, arguably, have the worst "bad days" out of anyone. Their "bad days" start every morning and end only in what dreamless slumber may befall them. Their "bad days" are ones of tiresome work and labor that cause them to cry out upon deaf ears and wicked smiles. Because they have only nightmares to live upon and the only sweet dream that they can afford to have is the dream of death, their "bad days" are every day of their lives.

Life isn't easy. We've all established that. We've also established that Life is cruel and has a wicked humor. But what about those that Life might actually favor, no matter how small the chance might be? Do they even have "bad days"? Of course they do. Their "bad days" start with a hot meal that was just a tab bit too hot and ended up burning their tongue. Their "bad days" consist of having to go meet with the neighboring power family and having to deal with their all too desperate daughter who flirts much too obviously and laughs too loud. Because they wake up every morning and must deal with the hardships of their lives and those around them, their "bad days" are every day of their lives.

Now, usually the two extremes (those that Life likes to beat up every second of the day and those that Life likes to send flower baskets to everyday) don't meet. They aren't supposed to. Life doesn't like them to meet because it shows Life's favorites just how loved they are and then Life isn't able to pamper them as often, lest Life's favorites give their blessings to those that Life hates. So Life keeps these people apart from each other as much as possible. But, every once in a while, Life finds a special favorite.

These favorites tend to have everything that everyone would want: Looks, money, personality, ect. But, they aren't who they lead everyone to believe they are. They are murderers, thieves, con-artists, and even, on rare occasions, the ones that help Life pick out those that are meant to be miserable. They black mail, kidnap, and torture. They love to make others feel wretched, and Life loves them for it. So, with that being said, let's take a trip into a world so similar to ours, where life has beaten many into submission, and has let its spitting laughter rain upon humans like the blood that they shed in countless wars. This world is a world without morals and shame; where science and torture rule as means for everything and anything and money is king. Let take a trip to this place and let us meet a powerful, greedy, and lustful young Alpha by the name of Alfred Frederick Jones.

Alfred wasn't always one of Life's favorites. Sure, he was tall, had wheat blonde hair, and had striking blue eyes, but he was born into a poor family in New York, New York, America. He was born on an unnoted day in the middle of summer with a very sickly Omega twin. It wasn't long after Alfred's and his brother, Matthew's, fifth birthday that their mother died of malnutrition and then around their sixth birthday their father abandoned them in the streets. The brothers lived off of begging, what few, hard jobs they could find, and ran from cops for four long years until they started to lose their sights, their boyish charms, and just couldn't run any longer. They finally decided to hide out in an alley way near a Chinese restaurant whose chef would give them leftovers whenever his shift was over for about a year. The chef would also give them old school books from his younger siblings that the boys would teach themselves how to read and write, do basic math, and even some American history. But it wasn't long before the restaurant was shut down for selling illegal imports and the chef was deported from the country. It was in those streets, on a hot summer's day around his eleventh birthday that Alfred met some of Life's favorite types of people.

The Alphas and Beta that found the starving Alfred and his sickly brother were very good looking, but Alfred knew they weren't in the back alley ways on the wrong side of town for a party. No, they looked at Alfred and Matthew like hawks would eye a hurt rabbit: Hungrily and full of greed. The first Alpha looked like he could have been a farmer from his bronze skin, but how smooth that exterior pointed to the fact that the man had probably only work his own little garden behind his house. His eyes were green like the mint leaves that Alfred vaguely remembered his mother loving to boil with water to drink on cold nights. The man smiled at him, but kept his eyes sharp as if looking for a weak point in the small boy's mental barrier.

The second man was a Beta, but was probably the most handsome. He had gold hair like Alfred's and Matthew's father, but it looked so soft and shiny as it poured down around the man's head and face, like a frame on the portraits in the museum that Alfred's father abandoned him and Matthew at. The man's eyes were a soft and compassionate blue, but as one looked deeper, they would find that those eyes were the opposite: calculating and unfeeling. He didn't even attempt to hide his interest in the boys, as his eyes looked over them greedily while showing his pearly white teeth with a vicious smile.

The third and last man was an Alpha and the strangest out of the three. Between his white hair and red eyes, Alfred didn't know where he should have looked, but he learnt quickly that he just should've left his eyes on the other two. The man had a wicked smile, and the more he looked at the boys, the wider and more predatorial it became. His gaze soon focused in on Matthew, who was sleeping while propped up against his brother. The albino man snickered a bit when the sickly boy coughed in his sleep, finding a sort of amusement out of the boy's situation.

Alfred frowned at the men as their faces became blurred, squinting his eyes slightly to bring them back into focus. When the young Alpha's eyes refused to cooperate with him, he cursed under his breath and rubbed them to try and sooth them.

"You seem to be having a problem with seeing there, petite garcon," the man in the middle said through a smooth accent that Alfred placed as French.

Then, the albino spoke in a rough, angry sounding accent, "Maybe we just blinded him with our-"

"If you dare include the word 'awesome' in any way in that sentence, I'll strangle you," The Frenchman cut him off.

Alfred listened to the men, not daring to say a word. Maybe they were they to take him and his brother to an orphanage? Oh, he would do anything for that not to be the case! The first and last Orphanage they went to tried to separate them, saying something about there being two families; one that wanted an Alpha son and another an Omega son. They ran away from there the night before they were supposed to meet their arranged adoption families, knowing that there was no way in hell they were ever going to be apart from each other. Or at least, that's what Alfred wanted to believe. Maybe it would have been better for them if they had just let those people take them apart. They probably won't be living on the streets, and Matthew probably would have been a normal, healthy boy if they had just let themselves be torn apart. But they didn't. And now Alfred vowed that he would go through hell and back, just as long as they could stay together.

And on that fateful day, Alfred would need to hold strong to that vow for all that he was worth. Because it was only a matter of minutes till everything went black as the Alpha that still had yet to speak approached him with a clean, white handkerchief. The smell was sickening sweet, but Alfred was too weak to fight the man's hand away. He was about to go through hell, and if he wanted him and his brother to stay together, he would have to find his way back through it all. Alfred felt his weak eyes closing against his will, but he just couldn't fight it off any longer.

The last thing Alfred heard before blacking out was: "Don't worry, we'll take good care of you."

Waking in a large soft bed was the first thing that was off to Alfred. The boy bolted up right away and looked around the room, finding it to have off-white walls with three matching doors, large windows with white curtains and a floor with plush beige carpet. There was a dresser, desk, chair, couch with white cushions, and mantel over the fire place all made of white-painted wood of some sort, elegantly placed throughout the room. The room was bright as the morning sun shined through the windows and bounced off of the large standing mirror in the corner and lit up the rest of the room that the light could not reach normally. The young boy looked all around the room, and had it not been for the fact that he did not know where he was, how he got there, or where his twin that was metaphorically attached to his hip was, Alfred would have been amazed. However, the fact of the matter still stood and Alfred resorted to calling out for his brother or anyone that might hear him.

"Matthew?" Alfred called out hoarsely.

Silence.

"Mattie?" Alfred tried again.

Silence.

"Anybody? Is there anybody there?!" Alfred felt his heart start to race frantically.

Silence met his ears once again.

At this point, Alfred felt the need to investigate the strange area that he woke up in and started to get out of the bed. It was then that Alfred noticed the white sleeping gown he was wearing and the amazing lack of dirt on his skin and grime in his hair, but he did not think on the subject for too long. He also noticed that there were a pair of glasses on the night stand next to the bed with a note that had only two words written on it: "For Alfred". He put the glasses on, causing him to be able to see clearly for the first time in years, and looked down at the floor to guide his feet down onto it. However, just as his feet touched the ground, gravity reminded the boy of his fragile state and sent him tumbling down onto the carpeted floor below. As he looked up for something to stabilize himself and help raise his body, a click resonated through the room, successfully drawing the blonde boy's attention to a figure standing in the far left door way.

Growing up in the slums of New York, Alfred had always been more concerned with taking care of his brother and finding their next meal rather than taking his time to stop and smell the flowers. He was more worried with finding a job or a nice lady to beg from rather than how his hair looked or how he smelt. Survival was more important than beauty. But in that moment, Alfred swore he saw the most beautiful person in his short, pathetic life.

The young man had to be only a few years older than Alfred, but his eyes were dim with wisdom and looked tired from carrying the burden of painful memories. However, all Alfred could think of was how those eyes were as green as the grass at the large park his parents took him and Matthew to for one of their birthdays, and his hair as yellow as the sun was in that pleasant, distant memory. He was frail looking like Alfred, but he had a much smaller build of an Omega, thus making it less noticeable; unlike his eyebrows that were very thick looking even with his shaggy bangs covering most of them. The green-eyed boy wore a dark green and gold tunic with long sleeves that had a white sash tided around the mid-section, making it look more like dress than anything else. He wore gold bangle bracelets on his left ankle and both wrists and a tight chocker like necklace that was made from gold chains that wrapped around his throat and cascaded down to his chest, each dip accented with a green gem that matched his eyes. The Omega looked over at Alfred and instantly panicked, rushing over to the boy on the ground with his bangles clacking together as he moved.

Alfred looked up at the other boy, forgetting about his predicament for the moment. Alfred couldn't place what exactly made this boy beautiful to him, but by the way he walked and gently grabbed his arm, Alfred knew he was in the presence of something he had never met before, and it amazed him. "Who are you?" The awe-struck boy couldn't help but ask.

However, the boy said nothing in return. He simply helped Alfred up and back into the bed, tucking him in gently before running off to the door facing the bed, revealing that it held a large bathroom of sorts. Alfred watched as the boy grabbed a glass off of the counter and filled it with water out of the pitcher next to the sink, returning with the glass soon after. Alfred was about to reach for it, but the boy signaled for him not to move and instead sat on the bed next to the younger boy, barely making a dent into the blankets beneath him. He smiled at Alfred before propping up the boys head with one hand and bringing the glass to his lips with the other, helping the younger drink the cool water that slightly burned while going down his throat. Once the water was all gone, the green-eyed boy laid Alfred's head back down and threw away the glass, then he left just as quickly and quietly as he came.

Alfred laid there on the bed in confusion. None of his questions had been answered, and now he had even more than before: Where was he? Where was Matthew? Why was he there? Who was that boy? Why couldn't the boy speak? Was he mute? Why wouldn't anyone answer his questions? Alfred contemplated his thoughts for a while, trying to calm them and his stomach that growled in protest of only being filled with water instead of actual sustenance. He took off the glasses and rubbed his eyes, trying to help his eyes adjust to his new ability of clear sight, but a knock at the door quickly alerted him to another presence.

This time, the door was opened by two Beta women dressed in short black, frilly dresses and aprons with a cart, an Omega boy dressed in a white sleeveless button up shirt and black shorts that stopped a bit to close to his crotch with a matching bustle attached to the back of the shorts, and finally, the Beta Frenchman from the alley way. Alfred felt the muscles in his chest constrict as he made eye contact with the man, knowing that he was responsible for bringing him to the mysterious place and would also more than likely knew the whereabouts of Matthew.

"Ah, so my little favourite was telling the truth! You truly are awake at last!" The Frenchman cheered as the two women grabbed the couch and moved it by the bed where the man sat down. "Now, would you like something to eat?" The man gestured to one of the women who opened the side of the steal box on the cart and produced a plate of vegetables, meat, a roll, and some butter.

Before Alfred could respond, a small lap table was produced by the other woman who was not holding the plate of food. She quickly laid out a napkin, fork and knife for the boy and even offered to cut his food for him if he felt too weak to do it himself. Alfred merely shook his head and tried his best to graciously accept the food offered to him, but found it difficult with the loud rumbling of his stomach. He ate as slowly as his demanding body would allow him; which was not very slow.

Alfred became so engulfed with engulfing his food that he did not notice the boy walk over to the Frenchman and sit on his lap. The boy had brown hair that went down to his shoulders and glazed over blue eyes, making look as if he was under some sort of spell. He wore white tights and black shoes with a single gold buckle on each shoe. He wore a gold with black lace choker necklace that had a single blue gem at the middle of his throat. The man started to pet the boy's hair and then shifted to rubbing his arm, then hip all while whispering things into the boy's ear. When Alfred finally noticed this, he felt his face heat up a bit. The boy had to be thirteen or so, but the way his body shook against the older man, Alfred could have sworn the boy was a very well trained consort; his hands running through the man's blonde hair while his teeth nipped at the man's neck and ear. When the Frenchman noticed Alfred's blushing face and empty plate, he merely smiled and did nothing to stop the boy in his lap from his ministrations.

"How was the food, Alfred?" The man asked coolly.

"H-how do you know my name?" Alfred felt his heart beginning to race again, and it was not solely from the sight of the man starting to fondle the boy's backside.

"Why, your sweet little brother Matthew told me," The man replied playfully as the boy in his lap started to keen and whimper.

"Matthew?" Alfred's face paled, ashamed that he had not asked about his younger twin sooner. "Where is he?!" Alfred demanded as he tried to get out of the bed, the two women quickly moving the plate and table out of his way. "Where is my brother?!"

The boy in the Frenchman's lap visibly flinched at Alfred's raised voice, halting his hands on the man's chest. The blonde man looked down at the boy with a glare and the boy started his journey with his fingers once more, if not more hesitant than before. The Frenchman leaned into the boy and whispered something into his ear, making the boy shiver as elder pulled away from him. The man's face quickly shifted to a playful smile as he turned his attention back towards Alfred.

"Don't worry. Matthew is safe and healthy. He woke up a couple days ago and has been feed and given medicine to help him recover from whatever sickness he might have," The man waved off the sentence freely with the hand that was not on the boy's under thigh, squeezing and rubbing the flesh there.

"'A couple days ago'?" Alfred mimicked. How long had he been out? And still the answer of where his brother was had not been answered.

"Yes, a couple days ago," The man responded. "You, little Alpha, have been asleep for about four days. I was starting to think that you might never awaken!" The man let out a fit of laughter at his own sick joke, pulling the boy in his lap closer to his chest.

Alfred only grimaced at the man's words. "And… where is my brother?" Alfred asked once more, his voice much softer than earlier as to not scare the other boy again. Alfred truly felt pity for the boy. He looked so uncomfortable, like he didn't want to be on the man's lap, or in the room, or in the house in general. Alfred couldn't see the boy's eyes, but the way his body flinched slightly and shook every time the Frenchman moved his hand to another part of the boy's body told Alfred everything he needed to know.

"Your brother is with one of my friends currently," The man began as his hand slipped down past the waist line of the young Omega's shorts. "That Omega is being trained," The man finished.

Alfred looked away as the brunette boy let out a whimper. He looked down at the blanket in his lap before he continued in a strained whisper, "What kind of training?" Alfred had an idea of the answer he was about to receive, and the moans and keens of the other boy as he was getting fondled didn't help Alfred in chasing away the thoughts. It was common knowledge to everyone (even those that could not afford such services) that pleasure servants, or more commonly known as "sex slaves", were a common asset that most financially well to do people owned. After all, there was no law against it in their world. In fact, the idea of owning pleasure slaves was more or less endorsed by the government as it was a way for those not acting as functioning members of society to have a use and would no longer rely on the government for help.

Alphas, Betas, Omegas… all types of people could be made into sex slaves. Alphas were usually bought for young Omegas who just needed a test runner for their first Heats when actual conception was nearly impossible or by other Alphas and Betas with a need to assert absolute dominance. Betas were more or less a universal sex slave as they were naturally submissive to Alphas and other Betas but dominant enough to please Omegas when needed. And finally, Omegas. Every Alpha who owned slaves owned at least one Omega as the two types tended to attract one another and they were quiet common with Betas as well. Omega pleasure servants were used more so for breeding purposes and for the caring of young ones than anything else.

As long as the slave is "taken care of", it was perfectly, if not expectedly, normal for any person to walk around with one or two young boys and/or girls attached to their hip. Of course no one actually monitored if slaves were taken care of, since no one really cared. The guide lines were essentially along the lines of: Three meals a day (size not determined), accessible clothing (though most never used clothing by command of their master/mistress), and a place to sleep (bed, floor, cage; it didn't matter). And just the thought of Matthew being in anyone of those situations made Alfred want to throw up all the food he had just ate and run to him. But, he didn't know where his brother was, only the man across from him, fondling a young boy, did.

"I'm sure you know the answer to that question, Alfred," The man stated teasingly as he inserted a finger into his slave's pre-stretched entrance, moving it in and out slowly.

Alfred felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up as he felt his heart rate increase. The mere thought of his brother being in the position that the Omega sitting on the Frenchman's lap made him feel enraged. The gasps and whimpers the boy was making caused Alfred's face to heat up in anger and embarrassment; he could hear the forcefulness behind each noise as the boy pushed himself to make them. Alfred began to envision his brother being forced to make such noises to appease a hungry Alpha or Beta, and how he would be used for more than just a lap warmer. No, he couldn't let that happen, he couldn't let Matthew-

"So I want to make a deal with you,"

The voice cut through Alfred's thoughts, the young Alpha raising his head instantaneously. "What kind of deal?"

The Frenchman smirked at the boy's eagerness. He had played his cards correctly, and now, he was going to get what he wanted. He pulled his hand away from his pleasure servant's back side and wiped his hand on the young Omega's shirt as if it were a rag.

He could always get his toy a new one.

The Beta then shoed the panting Omega away, his Beta servants coming to lift him and all three removed themselves from the room quickly and quietly. But none of their movements mattered. Hell, one of them would scream bloody murder and it probably wouldn't distract the French Beta and young Alpha from their glaring match. No, the servants didn't matter and they knew it, thus why they left so quickly.

"Well, Alfred," The Beta began once the room was cleared of anyone else and only the walls with their deaf ears could witness the offer that was about to be given to the young, homeless Alpha. "I am offering you a chance to get your brother back,"

The shine in the Alpha's eyes almost made the Frenchman chuckle. 'So quick to jump the gun,' Was all the Beta could think as a smirk began to form on his lips. He leaned forward a bit, his elbows resting on his knees. It was all too easy, and yet the Beta knew he had to keep his cards close and play them accordingly, or else he might lose the prize right in front of him.

"What do I need to do?" The words made the Beta's smile grow even wider as the Alpha seemed to fall exactly into place.

"I'll be frank with you Alfred," The Frenchman stood and walked over to one of the many windows, gazing out past the green lawns and perfect hedges to what would soon be the answer to all of his worries. "My name is Francis Bonnefoy, I am from France, and I am a Beta, but you already knew that. However, I have a strange… attraction to Omegas,"

Alfred tensed at those words, feeling as if the man was, in some way, threatening his Omega brother. But he stayed still, out of both weakness and the need to know more before reacting. "And what is your point?"

"Well, due to a recent discovery, I have been informed that I have, at the most, ten years to live. And really only being attracted to Omegas, I cannot seem to produce an heir for this empire that I have built," He glanced over at the Alpha before continuing with a smile as he walked closer to the boy. "I am offering you this, Alfred: I will raise, teach, and support you like you are my own. And in exchange, once I pass over everything to you, you will have the money, power, and influence needed to get your brother back. Granted, he will probably not be the same Matthew you remember, but you can get him back."

Alfred glared up at the man. How dare he take away Matthew and put him through sex training and then hold him over his head! How dare he take his brother away in the first place! How dare he-

"Fine. But I promise you that I won't be an easy 'heir' to have," Alfred stuck out his hand, his glaring blue eyes never leaving the electric blues of the other.

Francis smiled, showing his shining canines, as he grabbed the young Alpha's hand in a tight, painful squeeze, "I was hoping you would say that."

And there you have it! Please leave reviews as to what you think! Also, if I feel like the next chapter might rear some ugly heads in the sense of certain people reporting it, the next chapter will be the actual link to either (or both) of the AO3 page for this story and/or the tumblr page. But that all depends on the reviews I get, and if you guys think I should continue this or not. Hope you liked it!