English is not my first language.

T for now

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The room wasn't cold, it was warm because of the morning light from outside that also brightened the spacious room inside. A king size bed across the entrance door which was locked. From the right of the bed, there was a walk in closet with 10 steps to reach and from the left, there was the balcony's glass door with the same number of steps to be able to open it.

Arthur Kirkland was annoyed, irritated, frustrated and at the same time hungry. He knew it was warm inside the room, but with his left arm chained to the metal headboard, he couldn't feel warm at all. Though Arthur could still count the day of how long he was in his captor's universe, he still felt he was away from his own country(world) for almost a year now.

"8 days…" He whispered. He'd been held captive by Alfred's counterpart for 8 days now. He wished and prayed that the nations back in his own universe could find a way to enter this universe to save him. Would they even save him? "Probably…" He let out a sigh. "Maybe, America would try to save me." He has a hero complex, after all, He let out a low chuckle..

Why was he thinking of America anyway? It was also America who kidnapped him, but this one was another version of the America he knew. His preferred America wasn't at fault.

Time went by quickly as Arthur's mind kept the same pace of the said time. His mind wouldn't stop thinking about who would come to save him. Would they even save him? Would they care enough to save him?

After he got kidnapped and was brought to other universe, Arthur thought that Allen's first move on him was to violate him but it never happened(He was glad for it). Allen had just shoved him on the bed and chained his left wrist to the headboard before leaving. He was just left with a maid, bringing him food which he always refused, assuring her that water was enough.

After day 3 of being captive, Allen had come back to unchain him only to be strapped to a kitchen chair, forcing him to eat. He hated it, getting so easily manhandled. Arthur also didn't expect to see his own counterpart since that forsaken day. His counterpart looked like a freak from circus(to him). His counterpart was all pink(to him). His counterpart was the definition of pink(to him). And those eyes, they were cerulean and Arthur wasn't sure if the pupil was heart-shaped pink or a swirl of pink. But all he knew that his counterpart was all pink(to him).

Arthur should have asked for help when his counterpart had arrived. He shouldn't have given him a poisonous stare, now he was sure that his counterpart hated his guts. Pulling his chained wrist in annoyance as he grumbled to himself. "I'm such an idiot!" Allen and his counterpart had talked that time and he was sure it was about him. The American had come back in the kitchen, annoyed and the obsessed freak for pink was nowhere to be seen.

His third day of being captive had ended with him being chained to the headboard again.

The following days Allen had never shown his face again and Arthur was glad for it. He didn't know if he could fight once Allen had tried to force himself on him.

Kiku had once told him that anal sex was painful for the one getting penetrated… He'd never had tried to have sex with men and that thought never crossed his mind up until now or maybe he just didn't find the right man who deserved him. Maybe.

Some men at the pub where he always got drunk, had tried to approach him, but his sharp eyes always scared them off. His title as the Erotic Ambassador was only for women, but… "Alfred…" He remembered Alfred was trying to tell him something. He wondered what it was. He also wondered if he would even have the chance to hear it. If only he didn't interrupt Alfred. If only he controlled his stubborn side, Alfred would have the chance to tell him. He could remember how determined Alfred looked at that time.

"Hah I didn't know I was this idiot." Finally, his eyes that had the same color of peridot gem started to form salty tears. Knowing that crying was only for the weak, the personification of The Great Britain wasn't supposed to shed tears. He should keep it inside and never show his weakness to anyone. He didn't know the reason why he was hurting. Was it because of Alfred? Was he hurting because there would be a chance that he would never see him again nor hear his annoying voice?

Yes. Right. All because of Alfred.

The realization only hurt him more. The realization that he was in love with the most annoying person he'd ever known.

Arthur let out a soft chuckle as he gently wiped his tear with his curled index finger.

"And here I was thinking I would never see you cry."

Hearing Allen's voice again, made him shiver but he would never show that he feared the man. "Who wouldn't?" He raised a brow at Allen, who had his back leaning onto the door frame.

Allen gave a grin.

"Enough with that disgusting grin." Hissed Arthur and it did nothing to cease Allen's grin. "Why did you appear yourself just now? Oh no wait. Why did you even decide to show up that disgusting face of yours?"

"Don't tell me you missed me?"

Arthur couldn't help but to look incredulously at his captor.

"I was in Rome. Ya know we usually hold a bloodbath fight there!"

"I wasn't surprised hearing about the bloodbath battle. I was surprised on why you were still alive."

Allen laughed. "Oliver would definitely scold me from joining that battle again, but you…"

Oliver? Arthur could now remember three days ago, his counterpart had shown up when Allen had tried to force fed him.

"You remember him?"

"Who wouldn't? He looked like a freak." Arthur grunted. "Oh I've always forgotten that everyone here is a freak."

"Oliver doesn't have sharp tongue like yours. Do you want me to make it dull for you?" Offered Allen with a big devious grin as he started to walk his way to the bed where Arthur was seated, back was leaned on the headboard.

It worked. Allen's sick offer had worked on him. He quickly shut his mouth and only sent Allen a glare who stood beside the bed. "What do you want?"

"I already told ya." Answered Allen and climbed onto the bed, leaving Arthur with no space to move. Arthur gritted his teeth behind his lips as his cheeks were roughly grabbed with Allen's large hand.

"Let go." Arthur grabbed Allen's wrist and tried yanking the grasp of his cheeks off.

"No. I want to give Oliver a nice gift and that will be your sharp tongue."

Is he serious? Arthur started to freak out inside him.

"Come on, dollface. Show me that lovely tongue of yours."

I'd rather not. Thank you very much! His tongue would regenerate but he didn't want to experience the pain of getting your tongue cut. "Let—"

"Gotcha!" Allen deviously smirked. He grabbed the chance to slip his thumb inside Arthur's mouth when Arthur tried to command him. His grin widened seeing that his captive was still surprised from his action. "What? Never let someone's finger inside this mouth?" His words made Arthur to return to his sense and throw his head backward, forgetting that there was only wall behind him...

"Ah! Shit!" Arthur groaned in pain, rubbing the swollen throbbing part of the back of his head. He could feel his tears forming in the corner of his eyes again. "H-hurt."

"HAHAHAHA that was hilarious!" Allen laughed loudly clutching his abdomen. "HAHAHAHA Were you really that terrified?"

"You bastard! Who wouldn't get terrified if your tongue was in danger of getting cut! You're fucking insane and get the bloody hell away from me!" Arthur shouted from anger when he recovered from pain but Allen did the opposite. Allen leaned forward and roughly grabbed his cheeks again and stared at him seriously.

"I came from a big fight and haven't got laid for almost 2 weeks now." Warned Allen and found his free hand a way inside Arthur's thigh, squeezing it tightly. Arthur tried to turn his head to the side to lose Allen's grasp on his cheeks.

Feeling a large hand squeezing his inner thigh, Arthur suppressed a shiver. "Find a whore."

"You're my whore."

"You're disgusting." Arthur spat despite someone's hand trailing up to the part of him where a sunlight never reach. "Get off." He gritted his teeth and used his free hand to send Allen to back off, but it was useless. Allen was well-toned and heavy enough for someone like him who was slim and hadn't had enough muscle to fight a muscular men' strength. "I said get off me!" He yelled and didn't know Allen would use it to smash their lips together in a rough kiss.

After the rough kiss, Arthur couldn't help but to gasp for oxygen. The kiss was rough but he was glad that Allen didn't slip his tongue in or he would bite it off. From all these happening, he could finally feel his energy to drain and his stomach rumble begging for food.

"Is the maid not sending you food?" asked Allen who backed off a bit and a hint of anger was shown in his ruby orbs.

Right. If he wants to save his ass literally he has to at least ask for food, What he came up mentally. "No! She just did last night!" He couldn't risk that maid to get hurt just because he kept refusing to eat the food she was bringing, telling her that water was enough.

"You're worried for that bitch, eh?" Allen grinned receiving a sharp glare from his captive.

"Because I'm still sane."

"She's new. The last one, I remember…" Allen looked up at the ceiling and Arthur to frown. "Died from getting hit by a spiked bat."

"Who hit her?" Arthur raised a brow.

"The one you're looking at now." Allen met Arthur's eyes again and grinned.

"Because you're not sane." Scoffed Arthur. He wasn't surprised hearing Allen's story of his former maid.

"Wanna see my bloody spiked bat? I used it in bloodbath battle."

"I'm not interested."

Allen just grinned and climbed down from the bed.

"Human food not food made from human." Arthur snorted as Allen stepped outside the room, closing the door behind him. Letting out a sigh of relief, his tongue was safe but he knew sooner or later he would lose something important.

The first day Arthur was chained, he quickly scanned the whole room with something useful to break it. But everything was out of his reach only the empty bedside table on his left was reachable.

Hopeless, what was Arthur feeling now. He'd been stuck in another universe's where he was held captive by his former charge's another version. The world was so cruel to him. Why did Allen have to love his freak of a counterpart? What did he even see in that freak to fall for him? What was his counterpart personalities anyway?

Arthur thoughts ran about his counterpart as he didn't notice someone with loud footsteps had open the door and stomped his way towards him.

"Looks like Allen took someone from Rome as a hostage."

Alfred Jones had been stuck in Arthur's counterpart house for four days now. Oliver had promised him that he would bring him to where Arthur was or Alfred would snap his neck, but the cupcake freak did nothing but to bake cupcakes and force him to eat them. At first he didn't comply, so Oliver had to promise him that it was made from natural ingredients and wasn't mixed with poisons. He looked up from the table to watch Oliver tapping his chin and waiting for the oven to finish.

"Hey I need to go to Arthur. I will find my own way, but first I will break that neck of yours." He warned, getting Oliver's attention from Oven to him.

"You're so rude. No wonder my counterpart doesn't love you." Whined Oliver.

"Shut up! I need to save Arthur and now both Francis and Ivan are gone because of you! Tell me why I should not snap that little neck of yours!" He stood with force and slammed both of his hand on top of the table.

"Simple. I can take you there easily~" Hummed Oliver and emphasized the word 'easily'.

"Then take me there this instant!" Alfred roared.

"But this little ol' me wants to know why you love little ol' Arthur."

"Screw you! Arthur is in danger! I don't have a time to chit chat with you!" Alfred roared and flipped the table with force, causing everything on top of the table to splutter on the floor.

Alfred was angry and Oliver could see it, nostril flared and brows furrowed. "Why?"

Alfred gritted his teeth. He knew it was his lost and he had to answer Oliver's question. "His eyes."

"Once he lost his eyes would you still love him?" A confused Oliver ask.

Alfred nodded.

"Enlighten me, cupcake~" Hummed Oliver.

"Don't call me that!" Alfred hissed before he continued. "Answer me honestly."

"Of course. I don't tell lies~"

"What is the last thing you want to lose?"

"My sight? I will not be able to bake perfectly if I lose—" Oliver paused as he looked at Alfred with surprise. "But are you okay with your unrequited love?"

Alfred shrugged at it. "I don't care even if I was not the last thing Arthur would want to lose. I love Arthur with all my heart so get me to where Arthur now!" He exclaimed, determined.

"Fine."

Alfred wasn't sure if his mind was playing tricks on him, but he saw Oliver to give him a rare expression when he agreed to his demand. Was Oliver sad just now? But it quickly switched to his usual smile. Well, Alfred didn't care. Arthur was his first priority no one else.

A/U: I took long to update. Sorry, everyone.

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