Warning: 2P!Hetalia, so expect blood and creepy talk.

   You were a trade for mastermind Luciano Vargas. An evil man with odd colored eyes and a switchblade hobby for young women. When the law put him out of business with his partners in crime, he had no choice to yield to it or face prison. Since everyone is scared of him, no one dares to kill him. His new hobby of making a "contract", where he keeps a person for a week to be his servant, comes to you when you trade yourself for your little sister's place at Luciano's mansion. But Luciano feels something he never felt before. You are not just one of the girls that he's taken as a servant or killed before. Is this a sickness? Who is this mysterious man whose personality ranges from cold to killer? Will you live to find out?








   It was a cool October day. The trees in your town had a hard time changing color, so they settled for turning brown and falling to the ground within three days of any hint of a color change in the foliage. Now the trees were left bare and the ground was brown from the leaves, made into a cake of dead tree matter on the grass from a heavy rain that morning. It looked like a setting for a horror movie, which didn't seem to bother a lot of people since 7 days from now would be Halloween. There was a ball on Halloween Eve since a lot of the kids at your high school were too old to be trick or treating.
   You walked out of your school, said goodbye to your fellow seniors and wrapped your jacket around you. Trotting across the street, you got your little sister from her elementary school and you both continued your journey home.
   Your little sister, Elizabeth, had fair blonde hair like your mother, while you had (h/c) like your father. Your sister was seven and her hair was held back with two pigtails. She wore a jean skort and pink sneakers.
   You and your sister followed a path that lead into the woods near your school, walking along the moist pavement. You followed a fork in the road that turned the pavement into gravel.
   Elizabeth bounced along the gravel path. "So, are you going to that ball on Halloween?" She asked you.
   "I hope to." You said. "A boy needs to ask me first."
   "Are you going with Arthur?" Lizzie asked you. Even your sister knew about the cutest guy in school, Arthur Kirkland, the British exchange student. He was popular and he was everything you weren't.
   You frowned. "No. Probably not. I'll probably go with Gilbert or Alfred."
   Gilbert and Alfred were your two best friends. You'd probably go to this ball with one of them and end up dancing with both by the end of the night.
   "Arthur's cute!" Your sister said.
   "Yeah, yeah." You looked at your watch. You didn't want to go back home. Your parents were setting up Halloween décor and you didn't want to be shanghaied into helping them. "How about we take the long way home?"
   Lizzie nodded and picked up a pretty stone and continued walking, taking an even smaller path through the woods.
   "Are you excited about Halloween?" You asked.
   "Yes!" Your sister asked. "My costume will come in tomorrow in the mail! Daddy's been tracking it online."
   "Ooh, it sounds nice." You said. Your sister wanted to be Cinderella for Trick-or-Treating and your father bought her an elaborate costume from the internet that Elizabeth drooled over at a local shop that was overpricing the dress. Your mother promised to do Lizzie's hair up into a bun and make her a real princess with your mother's makeup. You adored Elizabeth and you always smiled when her face lit up talking about her princess transformation that would happen on Halloween.
   "I told Anne in school today that I was-" Your sister stopped talking and ran over to an iron gate. It was tall and it held a driveway and mansion behind it. The gate had an emblem of three flowers, one a rose, one an orchid and one some sort of cup-shaped flower but you didn't know what it was.
   "It's so pretty." Elizabeth said.
   You looked at the mansion. It was overgrown with dead ivy that would come back in Spring. The trees were all dead, like the rest of the town, except for one pine tree that grew by the side of the huge palace. The bricks were a pale yellow and the roof and window trim was black.
   "It looks empty." You said. "It doesn't look that pretty, Lizzie."
   "Just think of it!" Liz complained. "Think of it in the wintertime, with a big Christmas tree in the front window and snow of the ground and the whole place covered with lights."
   You thought of the mansion in the state that your sister described. "Yeah. I guess it would look pretty like that."
   "Who lives there?" Your sister asked.
   "I don't know." You said.
   "Let's go see!" Your sister said. She opened the iron gate, which was heavy but swung easily, as if it was oiled recently.
   "No!" You closed the gate. "You shouldn't go on anyone's property if you don't know who they are!"
   Your sister pouted and crossed her arms.
   You sighed. "How about we go home? We can play with your hair for Halloween."
   Your sister brightened up. "Yay!"
   …
   Luciano sighed and looked out the big picture window from the balcony. He was putting marks in the windowsill with his knife, trying to figure out what to do next.
   Should he kill someone? But how would he make it fun?
   Should he torture someone? No, he would get caught.
   He hated the law. It stopped him from doing all the things he loved to do. At least, because everyone feared him, he was able to live in this house, away from the center of the town where he would be tempted. His "friends", Chiku and Luzifer were able to stay with him too. But he couldn't have fun…
   That's when he saw it. He saw the little girl run up to the gate, looking through the bars. The older one trailed behind.
   What was it about that girl? The older one. She was… Luciano couldn't put his finger on it. He just knew he wanted to play his signature game with the police over her. For a reason he didn't know. Not that he cared, he just didn't like leaving loose ends for himself. He loved loose ends for other people because it drove them insane and he found that fun to cause but people that left him with unsolved problems usually ended up very hurt, if not dead.
   "Hello, moonflower…" Luciano mumbled.
   Chiku entered the room. "Is there anything I can do for you, sir?"
   "See the little one down there? I need that one." Luciano said.
   "Not the older one?" Chiku asked.
   "No. Just the younger girl."
   "Yes sir."
   Luciano smiled and continued cutting up the windowsill.