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Hoot! Hoot!~ An owl called ominously.

Instinctively, Yao nervously glanced over his shoulders t see if anyone was following him. The bright lights and tall Christmas trees became smaller with every step he took towards the woods.

I can still go back, he thought to himself as he listened to the faint sound of the other nations quarreling and fighting, smiling warmly when he heard Korea's war cry: "Your breasts belong to me, da-ze!" reached his ears.

Shaking his head, Yao moved cautiously into the dark, feeling the ribs and knuckles of the ground through the soles of his shoes, hearing ice crack I diminished ripples of sound.

"Aaiyah, why is it so cold, aru?" Yao muttered, rubbing his gloved hands. "Grr..."

Slowly, his fingers found the note in his coat pocket. Yao paused and took a long look at it. It was very crumpled and dog-eared because he had been reading it over and over again ever since he got it in the morning.

The woods. 10pm.
Don't tell anyone.
X

…It could be Russia… No, Russia would not write a note because he would just kidnap Yao. Anyway, they were boyfriends so why would he be so secretive? It's just not Russia's style.

Japan? Gross! They were brothers, and Yao saw him standing next to Germany.

America? Nah…

"Yao."

A soft British-accented voice interpreted his thoughts. Yao spun around in shock, eyes wide. "Opium? Is that you, aru?"

Arthur emerged from behind a tree. "Yes…"

However, he did not look like the Arthur Yao normally knew – his blonde hair chopped unevenly as if he cut them himself; his clothes ripped; his fingernails, face and hands were caked with dried mud; his green eyes clouded.

Yao cursed softly and stared dumbstruck at the Englishman. "Jeez, what happened to you, ahen? You're not hurt, are you?" When he didn't answer, the petit man demanded more harshly, "Arthur, what do you want? Did you send me this note, ahen?"

To Yao's surprise and amusement, Arthur smirked, "Yes, but you would have came even if I didn't."

Yao raised an eyebrow. "Pardon, ahen? Why would I?"

"Because you belong to me…"

"I belong to no one! I'm the Middle Kingdom- China, not some random island you conquered in the 17th century, opium!" Yao, furious, turned on his heels to leave. "How dare you!"

Suddenly, an invisible force slammed into him, making him tottered back several steps, rocking on his feet as if he'd been punched. Gasping, Yao doubled up. "W-what?-" He looked through his fringe at Arthur who stood with one hand out-stretched.

Then, he realized that Arthur was as white as a sheet and totally red pupils, with pearly white fangs that poked out of his gums.

"England! Talk to me! What was that?" Yao looked seriously alarmed now.

Absentmindedly, China licked his bloodied lip, tasting the bitter metallic flavour. In a flash, a tongue was licking it for him and Yao was pinned to the ground, helpless. Sudden terror splintered within him, icing his sight.

Fangs fastened on his unmarred neck. It felt as if someone had sliced open his throat.

"ENGLA-"

Just as Yao tried to escape, a hand was placed tightly on his throat. The pain was completely unbearable at first. So much that Yao thought he would surely pass out. And he did.

Sooo, this is a vampire! fic. Iggychu. Aaand, if you want me to continue, You Have To REVIEW! Don't be lazy!

P.S. None of the other pairings are decided yet.

~Chibi-Panda cub