(A/n):Requested by I_Love_Animu_ , Hope you like it :)

America-Alfred.F.Jones
England-Arthur Kirkland
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England's P.O.V.
I open my eyes but I can't see anything, what this over my face? I'm laying on hard ground and I can feel cold air on every part of my body except my netherlands which seem to be covered by a thin piece of fabric.

I hear hustle and bustle all around me and footsteps everywhere. Where the bloody hell am I? One second I'm on my way to the supermarket and the next I end up here. Wait, I thing someone chloroformed me and dragged me into an alley.

"Alright everyone it's time to start the bidding!" I hear a man say over a microphone

The room becomes quiet save for a few whispers here and there and the speaker takes a few steps away from me.

"So here we have a man who knows how to cook, clean and satisfy every need you have, pure or not." He says and a few people laugh at his 'joke'

There must be other people here as well, this must be some bloody slave trade or something. I hear a few calls for money and whoever the man was talking about must have been 'sold' because he moves onto the next person.

This continues for a few minutes while I try to undo my binds but it's not working. Finally the footsteps stop in front of me and my blindfold is taken off. I feel my heart stop at what I see. It's a large, dimly lit room filled with lots of people, all looking extremely rich. If didn't have a gag in my mouth I would scream for help.

"So here we have a man all the way from England." The speaker says "He seems to be good at taking care of himself and others and has special powers in the field of magic. As you can see he has rare green eyes and a smaller build, making him easy to control."

I want to throw up, hearing someone talk about you in that way is horrible. I don't want to be sold to some random person, I'm a human not an object! I glare at the man but I can't do anything, I want to cry.

"So since this man is such a rare find, the bidding will start at one thousand." The speaker says, grabbing my chin to turn me towards the audience

"Two thousand!" Someone yells

"Two thousand five hundred." Another yells

"Four thousand!" Someone else yells

"Six thousand!" Another says

"Ten thousand!" A final person says

I look to who it was and it's a greasy old man who is smirking and making full eye contact with me. I don't want to live with him!

"Ten thousand, going once, going twice, going-." The announcer begins

"Twenty thousand!" Someone yells and everything falls silent

I look to who called it out and it's a man with blond hair, blue eyes and glasses. But he also looks strong and I couldn't escape him if I wanted.

"Twenty thousand, going once, going twice, going thrice, sold to the man with glasses!" The announcer yells and I'm pulled from the ground

I'm pushed over to a holding bay where we are kept for about half an hour until the "owners" come to collect us.

The man with glasses walks up to me and I feel so exposed and scared.

"So I guess I'm your master now huh?" He says "Well come on, I want to get home before the snow."

He grabs the rope tied to my wrists and pulls me along with him to a long limousine. He pulls me inside the back seat and placed his jacket over me. I feel petrified, what the bloody hell am I going to do.

America's P.O.V.
I look over to the small man on my right and see how terrified he looks, I would be terrified to if I was suddenly kidnapped and sold to some random stranger. I feel guilty for buying him but aI couldn't just let him go with that strange man.

I've never had a slave before, I only went to that gathering because my "friends" high up would have destroyed my business or done something else bad if I hadn't. I don't know why but I bought him, he stood out to me with those emerald eyes.

"What's your name?" I ask and he shrinks away from me

"Arthur Kirkland." He whispers

"I'm Allen Jones, CEO of Jones industry's." I say

He nods but looks away, he seems to be shivering a lot despite my jacket and I tell the driver to turn up the heat. What am I going to do? Make him do everything for me, keep him as a trophy or set him free. No I can't set him free, if people find out then they'll kill him to keep him quiet and kill me for letting him go.

I guess I'll make him work but nothing much, despite being rich I still like doing everything myself so I don't hire any maids, butlers or cooks. Well then it's decided, I'll keep Arthur with me and make him do little tasks.

We arrive at my large house and his eyes open wide. I take him inside into the living room and grab scissors to cut the rope. I begin to cut it and he rubs his wrists where red marks are.

"I'll get you some clothes." I say heading to my room, pulling him with me

I grab a top, a pair of boxers and pants for him to wear and turn around so he can get changed. After two minutes he clears his throat and I turn back around.

*Time skip to a week later*

England's P.O.V.
Every night I have cried myself to sleep. Even though I have my own room and all I have to do is cleaning and washing I feel so trapped. I want my old life back, I want to see all my friends and family again. Do they even miss me?

Do they even realise I'm gone? My brothers and I never really go along so I doubt they would care, and I don't really have any friends I see on a daily basis so they wouldn't notice. I guess I really was alone before so it doesn't matter now.

I turn on the washing machine and head to the cupboard to grab some cleaning supplies. I yawn become I'm so tired. I can't sleep anymore, I'm to worried something will happen while I'm asleep.

I don't think Alfred would do something to me but it's just unnerving. I hate myself even more for having a crush on him, I aged him at first but he has treated me pretty well, not like I would expect a slave to be treated, thinking of how that other man would have treated me makes me feel sick to my stomach.

I drop the cleaning spray and suddenly tears well up in my eyes. It's not just the bottle dropping, it's the fact I've been sold as a slave to someone, something no one should go through, I have no one to care about me if I'm gone, I'm being forced to work and I like then man who bought me. I guess I can't really get any more messed up than this.

I sink to the floor and let my tears pour out. Barely wiping them with my sleeve. I curl up into foetal position and place my arms over my head. That's when I hear footsteps and the door opens. It's Alfred looking very concerned.

"What happened?" He asks

"N-Nothing master, just dropped something." I say slowly standing up

"Come with me." He says and walks out of the laundry

Great now I'm in trouble, he's probably going to hit me, or worse. I sigh and follow him to the living room where he sits down and pats the seat next to him. I follow his instructions and brace my body for impact.

"I'm not going to hurt you." He says, placing a hand on my hair softly "I want to make sure you're ok. I know this isn't easy but if I let you go we would probably be killed."

He explains the situation and why he bought me, I feel relieved knowing he doesn't want to hurt me. He places a hand softly on my cheek and wipes away the tears, I look into his blue eyes.

"I've heard you cry so much the past few days, more than anyone ever should." He whispers and moves me closer, pulling me into his lap

I blush and look away, feeling very exposed and open to him. He lightly moves my chin to look at him and we move our faces closer until our lips touch. He holds me tightly but not enough to hurt me. We continue kissing until we run out of air.

"I think I love you." Alfred whispers

"I think I love you to, stupid huh?" I sigh

"Well then we can be stupid together." He says and kisses me again

**Lemon Start**

Alfred picks me up and begins walking to the master bedroom and gently places me on the bed, hovering over me and brushing our lips against each other again.

"I want you to call me master ok?" He whispers "And do as I say."

I nod and he smiles, kissing me deeply and licking my bottom lip. I open my mouth to allows him in and he pushes his tongue inside, marking his newfound territory. He pushes my legs apart with his knee and trails a hand down to my growing bulge rubbing it through my pants.

I moan slightly and squirm beneath him, but not hating the touch. He moves his lips from my mouth to my neck, sucking around until he finds my sweet spot. Once he finds it he sucks and bites on it leaving a large red and purple mark.

He pushes up my shirt with his hands and pulls it off, kissing me once again. Then he unbuckles my belt and pulls down my pants. His fingers go to my mouth and he pushes them inside.

"Suck." He orders, smirking slightly

I listen to him and begin to suck on the fingers in my mouth, coating each in a layer of saliva. He pulls off my boxers and I groan at the sudden cold air hitting my member. He removes his fingers from my mouth and presses them to my awaiting entrance and then pushes one finger inside me. I squirm from discomfort and he adds a second one. Now I'm feeling more pleasure from this. Finally he adds a third finger and thrusts them inside.

I am being stretched and it feels amazing.

"Ahh I'm going to~" I say but he places a finger over my tip so I can't release

"Beg for it," He says

"Please master, let me come." I beg, tugging on his hair

He removes his finger and nods and I release my white fluid all over my chest and body. Alfred pulls off his shirt and pants, leaving him in his American flag boxers with a huge tent.

"Suck me off, it's the only lube you'll get since I don't have any." He says and sits in the edge of the bed

I kneel down between his legs and pull off his boxers, his large erection springing out. I nervously lick from the base to the tip and encase it in my mouth, his hand goes tot he back of my head and slowly pushes me onto him more.

His soft moans give me more confidence and I bob my head up and down, sucking and licking on him. He tells me to relax my throat and I deep throat him, taking him all in.

I feel him twitch and he pulls my hair lightly before releasing into my mouth, I swallow it all, wiping the excess away from my cheeks,

Even though he released so much he hasn't softened up at all. Alfred pulls me back into the bed, lining his erection up with my awaiting hole. He slowly pushes in, not causing to much pain but still stretching me and filling me up.

"Ahh master~" I moan, squeezing my eyes closed

He kisses my neck and begins to thrust in and out of me. I grab into his arms and moan loudly, trying to move my hips to match his pace. Suddenly he hits my prostate and I claw into his back, moaning loudly.

"Please, right there!" I beg and he continues to hit it

Soon the knot has returned in my abdomen and without warning he releases deep inside me, filling me with his hot, sticky seed. I release not long after, all over our chests again.

**Lemon End**

Alfred lays me down to bed and pulls the blankets up over the top of us. He wraps his arms around my body and pulls me into his chest, kissing my forehead.

"I promise I'll protect you from everyone, I'll be your hero." He says "You're not just a slave."

I know I should hate him, but he saved me from that strange man, and he has showed me love and kindness I never received anywhere else. He said I wasn't just a slave, he understands me. I love him.