Alfred put on his cheerful mask as he waited upon his tables. Toris had been concerned when he saw their boss carrying him up stairs. When he asked Alfred about it, he simply laughed and said he had a panic attack because he forgot his name tag and was over reacting thinking he would lose his job. Toris didn't believe it but what else was he to do? Alfred was always trying to hide things he felt were unimportant or would cause anyone else harm. Much like him keeping the fact he worked in the red light district a secret from his brother. It was sad and Toris wasn't going to push it any further. Doing so would only upset him more then he was.
Alfred's mind was focused on his work. It was the only way to drowned out and forget what had happened. He didn't want to be with his boss. It was nothing against him. No, it was what he said. He said he loved him. Love. Love. Love. Alfred didn't need love. He didn't want to be loved. The very word made him cringe. He hated it! Hated the word, hated how it sounded, hated what it meant, but what he hated most, was that he was afraid of it. That's right, he was afraid to love. Love only lead to pain and sorrow, heart brake. Alfred had loved one other person beside his brother and she betrayed him. He remembered little of her and even more so what she looked like. When ever he remembered her, all he could see was a blurred face. The blur had tan skin and long black hair. She was gentle with him. Her voice was soft and trusting, but pained. She was warm. Oh was she warm. He remembered looking away once. He saw a smaller blur across from him. One with a line coming from his head only to curl. "My little Alfred. My baby Matthew." those were the only words he could remember. The last strained words before she went cold.
He clutched the pen as he wrote down the customer's order. The man had short brown hair and sharp green eyes that looked him over. Alfred knew this man. He came by three times a week to pay for Romano and Feliciano. His name was Antonio and he had his eyes on Alfred for some time. He had history with his Master but still, he could do nothing about it here. Hopefully he wouldn't recognize him. He was never known for his luck.
"So this is where Arthur's prized whore spends his days." he said sipping his martini. He looked Alfred over, undressing him with his eyes.
"I don't know what you're talking about." he said softly. "Please, what will you have?" he did nothing but stand there and wait for him to respond, paying no mind to what the man was doing.
"You on this table." he said spreading his legs a bit trying to show Alfred the large bulge in his pants, trying to impress the boy.
Alfred wasn't at all impressed. He looked around. Today he was in the back area where the wall blocked him from the vision of the others who worked there. Once again luck was not on his side. He smiled. "Very clever sir, but please place your order."
Antonio narrowed his eyes. "Very well, Konigsberger Klopse with some Jaeger." Alfred nodded and walked away. The Spaniard smirked as he stared at the boy's ass the until it disappeared around the corner.
Alfred knew that the man was checking him out as he walked away but he ignored it. He didn't need the frustration. He felt so tense, so angry at the world. That was, until he heard Roderich's music. He was playing Chopin's Nocturne Op.62 No.1 on the piano. His eyes were closed and his facial expression was dead serious. Each stroke of the keys Alfred could feel every emotion that Chopin had wished one would feel of the music he wrote. Chopin himself would have bowed to Roderich's great skill of the piano. A smile formed on his face. It was so beautiful. Music was one way Alfred could be eased.
Kiku would always play 'Sakura Sakura', a traditional Japanese song, on his Shakuhachi a type of Japanese flute. It always calmed him down. It was such a lovely song. When he heard it, he couldn't help but picture the lovely Cherry Blossoms surrounding him. Their fragrant petals falling all around him. Matthew standing next to him in full health. He was smiling happily as he ran down the path calling for Alfred to catch him.
Alfred felt more bounce in his step as he carried Antonio his food. He placed it down before him and turned quickly to leave. He was in a far better mood even though he was going to have to deal with his Russian husband today and he'd be damned if he let that bastard ruin his mood.
Once again he had no luck on his side. The man gripped his wrist and squeezed it tightly. "Where you going? I'm not done with you yet!" he pulled Alfred back onto his lap. A cruel smile on his lips as he ran his fingers up his body. He licked his lips with the anticipation. Long had he had his eyes on the blonde, it was just that he couldn't afford the $700 a month for the boy. He was only able to afford Romano, who he seemed to like a lot, and his younger brother Feliciano. Alfred tried to pull away but he held his grip tight. He wasn't going to let him go just yet.
"Please sir, I need to get back to my job." Alfred said as he felt the grip on his wrist tighten even more. He sighed heavily as he looked at the man with a cold look in his eyes. "My Master will not appreciate this. You know he's going to be pissed and..." He pressed his lips to Alfred's, silencing him quickly. Alfred struggled against him, trying his hardest to brake free. He was far too weak, too tired to defend himself. He refused Antonio access to his mouth and this angered the older man. The older slid his hand down to Alfred's groin and cupped the child's body with his hand. The grip was tight and Alfred opened his mouth with pain. The Spaniard explored the mouth while shifting to where the younger was underneath him and pressed against the wall.
"You're enjoying this! All whore do, why else would you be working for that man unless you love to be fucked?" he hissed in Alfred's ear before licking down his neck. The boy shuttered. Was Antonio right? Was it that Alfred was truly a whore who loved attention and wished for men to fuck him? Was he just using Matthew as an excuse to keep going back? He shook as Antonio was unbuckling Alfred's pants. "Your pretty beautiful for a slut." Antonio cooed.
Alfred bite his hand that had gotten to close to him. Iron filled his mouth and Antonio hit him hard across his face. He was dazed and unsure of what was happening. The older took the belt and strapped it to his mouth. "That will tech you to mind your place slave!" he growled. He took his own belt and bound Alfred's hands together. His emerald eyes scanned over his prize. The blonde looked up at him with those beautiful blue eyes. They were narrowed and shining, pleading for him to stop. He almost did. Key word being almost. Yet, he wasn't about to let this boy go, not when he can get a free fuck out of it. He pulled the boy's pants down to his ankles and slid between them and his entrance. He lowered his pants, which had started to become painful at this point, and released his member.
Alfred didn't look at it. He focused his mind on something else. His brother was his choice of an escape. His way of slipping past reality in order to avoid the realization that he was being raped...again. He didn't want to think of that. No, his brother would provide him with comfort. With the void he needed to escape the world he was living in. He felt a sharp pain that filled his body, his mind imaging that he had simply been playing hockey, Matthew's favorite sport, with his dear twin and had fallen on a chunk of ice. Matthew helped him up smiling brighter then he had in years. He was happy and healthy. Alfred smiled happily and took his hand. He held his brother close. Never did he want to brake away from the other and leave. Never did he want to be away from his dear twin Matthew. He was happy, oh was he happy.
There was a shout and a violent ripping sound as Alfred was torn from his dream, if you could call it that. He looked down at the half naked Spaniard on the floor with his boss' foot on his head. Anger was radiating from the albino giving his red eyes the sense of blood lust he was thought to of had. "Antonio! You come here after two years just to rape one of my most trusted employees?" he kicked him to the side and set his foot on his chest making sure he wouldn't run. "What the hell is your problem?" he howled.
"Whatever, your slut here was begging for it. I mean look at him! He works in the damn Red Light district for crying out loud! He's a fat assed slutty tease! A whore that is meant for just this purpose! A slave to the will of stronger more powerful men!" He heard his rib crack. Blood dripped from his mouth.
"How dare you." he growled. "HOW FUCKING DARE YOU SAY SUCH VOLGER THINGS ABOUT HIM!" By this time Roderich had run over and was trying to separate them. Gilbert didn't budge much. His mind far gone by hate.
"Don't just blame me..." he choked. "Francis is one of his regulars. The shit he tells me he does to him...was nothing compared to the shit I just did!" He laughed, though it was pained. "Here we are, best friends fighting over one of the Red Light's finest sluts."
Gilbert kicked him again. "Don't you dare speak to me, to him, or of Francis in such ways!" he raised his leg to bring it crashing down on the Spanish man's chest but was shocked to see Alfred there, blocking his target. "Alfred what are you..."
The boy shook his head and smiled lightly. Elizabeta had untied him as everyone was focused on the fight at hand. "A life is a life." he said softly as he stood up. His eyes ere glazed in tears. "It was my fault. I asked for it just as he said." he handed him the name tag which read Alfred. "I no longer deserve to be here." He ran from the scene as fast as he could. Toris had just returned from his brake and was nearly run over by the speeding blonde. He turned to see his boss running after him, calling out his name as he burst through the door. The confused brunette looked over at the scene in the dinning hall. He recognized the man on the ground groining in pain. His heart sank. That had been the man who had harmed the Italian brothers. His heart sank as he ran after them.
Gilbert was able to keep the blonde in his sights for two blocks before he lost him. That boy was fucking fast. He huffed and puffed as he tried to catch his breath. His fists were balled as he cursed his old friend for doing such a thing to the boy. As if he didn't have enough problems already. "Alfred's gone isn't he?" Toris asked as he huffed for air as well. Gilbert frowned but nodded. "Do you know where he is going?" he asked. Toris nodded and looked down at his boss with a saddened look of his face. "Somewhere where he doesn't want to be followed. Someplace important to him." The teen smiled. "A place that's warm in these cold days."
Alfred flew up the stairs and flung the door open. Everyone looked at him but he ran into his brother's arms. "Alfred?" Matthew asked questionably concerned about him. The older just wept in his brother's embrace. He was un able to speak. The elder twin's body shook as if it had just been thrown into an icy ocean. The younger twin gently ran his hands through his hair, much as he always loved. The other seemed to calm down after a while and once again asked if he was okay.
"I quit the restaurant." he said softly. Unknown to him, Matthew's heart raced with excitement. Now Alfred will be able to stay home more often! He smiled softly. "It's okay Alfred, it will all be okay." his brother cooed softly.
Alfred shoot his head up and shook it fiercely. "No! It's not okay! Where are we going to get the money to pay for your medical bills? For food? For the apartment? Our family just grew and now I fucked it all up! I screwed up again Mattie!" his tears flowed free of his will. "I'm so sorry! I'm so so so sorry!"