Hetalia x Male Reader

France x Male Reader (Lemon; Slave/Master AU)

The French male had recently decided to move, the large vans following and stopping behind him as he stood out in front of the large building.

It was nice, with two floors as well as a basement. Francis was a painter you see, a very good one too. He had decided the house was perfect, even after knowing the history and business that had gone down in the house earlier that year.

A large group of people had been caught doing human trafficking, small auctions going on in the house Francis had bought.

At first the thought had gotten a little to him, but after a while the male didn't seem to mind all that much. He would finally have a place for his paintings, a place to create what in his eyes were true beauty.

The building was absolutely stunning and Francis already had plans for the place, especially the basement. It looked like the perfect place for a calm painting to be created, at least from the pictures the Frenchman had seen.

Francis had been told up front that some of the house's qualities may have been altered a little by the last stayers, although Francis' didn't think much of it, they couldn't possibly have altered anything that much. At least so he thought.

When walking inside the new house Francis was quick to detect a weird smell.

He wasn't the only one to notice it but the movers were busy placing Francis' fancy as well as expensive furniture around the house.

Francis wasn't one for talking, at least not at that moment, he was fond of keeping his mouth shut until he was finally painting so he could spit out all the good emotions and recreate them in his paintings.

The movers had gotten a very specific sketch of how Francis wanted everything to look, about three pages of notes following which had caused all the workers to cock a brow at the unusual way of directing.

Although they just chuckled, throwing Francis off as one of those weird painter guys before starting to move things around, the many guys quite busy as they carried everything inside.

Francis had sat down, sketching while the men had done so, not speaking a word to them as he didn't even flinch once away from his small sketch.

He found the whole situation intriguing, but the missing privacy was starting to bug him. After a couple of long hours, Francis frowning every time a guy would walk through his doorway, the men getting sweatier and sweatier each time, they had finally taken their leave.

Although Francis wasn't exactly satisfied with the way his furniture was placed as the workers seemed to have given nothing for his sketch, Francis couldn't help but be glad that he was finally left alone.

Or at least that's what the Frenchman had intended. He couldn't help but look to the basement door, the door from where strange noises had been escaping since Francis had arrived.

At first he didn't think much of it, but the louder the sounds got the more confused he got. The blond male had let out a sigh as he grabbed his bag, as well as the sketchbook and pen that had previously been inside.

Francis was tired, very tired, so he decided to drag himself to the weirdly positioned bed in the larger bedroom, needing some rest for the night.

It was already dark outside and even though Francis hadn't gotten to actually paint today, the sketches he had made earlier had been quite good, making the Frenchman oddly satisfied with what he had accomplished through the day.

As he had undressed, placing his clothing on the conveniently placed chair in the corner room he walked to the bathroom, wanting to brush his teeth and wash his face before returning to bed.