Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia

(I know I keep starting new stories when I have unfinished ones but let me live! XD)

Side Note: So, after writing Of A Noble Breed, I realised that I really missed writing about Vampire!France, so I decided to include the Bad Friends Trio as vampires and their love interests in this one XD I hope you like it!

Chapter 1

It had been particularly chilly and dark on the night that it all started. Francis had been twenty-six, his long golden hair falling into his eyes as he stumbled drunkenly down the deserted and dimly-lit streets. He had been drinking with his two best friends, Gilbert and Antonio, but now, in the early hours of the morning, the trio had staggered their separate ways in an attempt to get home. Had Francis been sober, he might have noticed the figure following him. Had he been sober, he might have sensed the danger of his situation, being alone in the dark of night with nothing on him but his phone and keys, and a pitifully empty wallet.

Francis giggled to himself as he recalled how funny it had been to see Antonio trying to flirt with the bartender, not noticing the presence in front of him until he almost bumped into them. He blinked, gasping a little and taking a step back as he suddenly became aware of the presence. He mumbled something incoherent, trying to apologise, but he let out a muffled cry as the figure suddenly seized him with inhuman strength, slamming him against the wall of an old building. Francis tried to cry out, but before a sound could escape his cerulean eyes widened in a mix of pain and pleasure, as he felt sharp fangs sink into his neck. He let out a low moan, relaxing far too easily in the stranger's hold, before everything went dark.

XxX

Antonio had never been so worried. He had not heard from Francis in three days, which was highly unusual as the Frenchman usually spent every waking minute with his best friends. The Spaniard had called Francis until he had thrown his phone across the room in frustration, and then he had gone over to the Frenchman's apartment, only to find it empty.

It was late when he arrived back at his own home, and he cursed under his breath when he flicked the light switch and the lights did not come on.

"Fucking typical…" Antonio grumbled, usually a lot cheerier than this, but he was carrying the burden of fatigue and worry for his best friend. He sighed, closing and locking his front door behind him, before hesitating. He caught the soft but distinguishable scent of roses, much like the cologne that Francis always wore. But he shrugged it off as just his imagination, flopping down on his sofa and flicking on the television. When all he received was static, he let out a groan of annoyance, letting his head fall back against the soft cushions, and closing his eyes.

"Someone's having a bad day~" an unmistakably sensual voice purred, the French accent heavy and familiar. Antonio snapped his eyes open, seeing Francis leaning against the doorframe. Only he was different.

His sparkling blue eyes were now almost glowing in the darkness, and his teeth were a bright white, causing an almost terrifying display. Francis' hair seemed a little darker, and his skin a little paler, but dios mío he looked beautiful. Antonio had always had a thing for Francis, but because they were best friends, he had always kept it to himself. But now, the alluring Frenchman was causing his heart rate to quicken in excitement. "Francis…" Antonio breathed, before widening his eyes and shooting up from the sofa. "Where have you been? I called you and I went to your apartment – " As the Spaniard continued to ramble, Francis began to advance, but Antonio only noticed when Francis placed a slender, cool finger against his lips. He smirked when Antonio finally fell silent. "Shhh…" the Frenchman whispered, and Antonio felt a chill of excitement rush through him. Francis was so close, and so sexy, and all Antonio wanted to do was kiss him. Francis continued to smirk, running his fingers gently over Antonio's shirt, before slowly beginning to unbutton it. "I've always felt attracted to you, mon cher…~" His voice was a purr that sent shivers through Antonio, and the Spaniard felt himself melt slightly, his olive-green eyes smouldering with lust for the beautiful Frenchman. "Y-You have?" Antonio managed in a soft whisper, watching the movement of Francis' soft, delicate lips. Francis grinned, letting out a soft hum. "Oui, Toni~" the way he purred his name made Antonio swallow slightly, his breath hitching as he forgot about everything but Francis. All his worry melted away, and now there was nothing left but lust and love for the gorgeous man before him.

Antonio let his hands move of their own accord, one reaching down to wrap around Francis' waist, pulling him closer. He did not realise how cold he was, as his other hand stroked the Frenchman's pale cheek.

Francis let out a soft whine, pressing closer to Antonio and making the Spaniard want him even more. "Oh, Toni…please, mon cher…~"

The way Francis begged for him made something snap, and suddenly Antonio grabbed the back of Francis' head, crashing their lips together possessively. Francis moaned into the kiss, and Antonio wondered briefly why they had never done this before. But soon all thoughts left him as he backed up against the sofa, falling onto it with Francis on top of him. The kiss became deeper and more heated, and Antonio shrugged off the remainder of his own shirt, pulling Francis closer against his now bare chest.

He felt Francis' ice-cold fingers trail over his tanned skin, and Francis broke the kiss, nipping at Antonio's lower lip teasingly, before leaning down to kiss over his neck. Antonio grinned, tilting his head back and closing his eyes as he enjoyed every touch. He did not see Francis eyes change from a glowing cerulean to a blood-red, and he was barely even aware that Francis had sunk his fangs into him. He let out a loud moan, a lazy smile on his features as he found himself drowning in Francis, wholly and completely.

XxX

Gilbert sighed, running trembling hands through his white hair. His crimson eyes stared at the beer glass standing on the kitchen table in front of him, his thoughts consumed by the disappearance of his two friends. It had been almost a week, and he had not heard from either of them. The police did shit all to help, as neither Francis nor Antonio had really been model citizens, and Gilbert had taken it upon himself to find them.

But it was too difficult a task for him to complete alone, and without his friends to call on for help, he was quickly losing hope that he would ever see them again.

He froze as he heard the shutters on the outside of one of the upstairs windows bang, and instantly he shot up. He grabbed the nearest thing to him, an empty beer bottle, and smashed it against the edge of the table, before holding the broken bottle in front of him as a defence as he crept upstairs.

He peered inside his dark bedroom, seeing the window wide open. The curtains rustled from the night breeze, and Gilbert was even more alert now. "Who the fuck is in my house?" he demanded, sounding angry to mask the fear.

But his bedroom appeared to be empty, and Gilbert ventured further inside to investigate and make sure that was really the case. He froze as he suddenly felt a presence behind him, and instinctively he spun around, swinging the broken bottle, and it struck.

Francis was behind him, and the broken bottle had lodged in his left hand, which he had held up to stop the blow. Gilbert let out a shriek, half at his friend being there, and half at what he had done to him.

"Oh mein gott – Francis?" The albino man staggered back slightly, letting go of the bottle, and he felt sick when the bottle stayed lodged in the Frenchman's hand. "Oh shit, your hand!"

Francis blinked, his gaze slowly drifting to his hand. He let out a sigh of exasperation, as if he was irritated rather than in serious pain. "Oh, Gil…what did I ever do to you?"

His tone was playful and purring, and Gilbert widened his eyes in disbelief, before watching as Francis slowly pulled the bottle out of his hand, and flinching as he threw it against the bedroom wall, where it shattered leaving bloody shards on the carpet.

"F-Francis I – shit – are you alright?" Gilbert was frantically trying to figure out what to do, but Francis only smiled, lowering his hand again.

"Oui, I'm wonderful~"

Gilbert suddenly seemed to remember that Francis had been missing for over a week now. "W-Where have you been? Why didn't you call me or some shit?"

Francis only smiled. "We knew if we did, you would not have understood…"

"We?" Gilbert furrowed his brows in confusion, before hearing laughter from the bed.

"Si, we are both here~" Antonio grinned, lying on Gilbert's bed casually. Both of them were wearing very sexy, tight clothes, and both of them seemed a bit off, though Gilbert couldn't quite place it.

Francis smirked when Gilbert looked between them in shock, before coming over to the bed and perching on it. As if on cue, Antonio sat up, wrapping his arms around Francis' waist from behind and began littering his jawline and neck with kisses.

Gilbert blinked. "Wait – you two are…together now?"

Francis hummed, tilting his head to allow Antonio better access for his affection.

"Did you run away together or something?" Gilbert asked, trying to wrap his head around it. "Is that why you were both missing?"

Antonio grinned, and Francis let out a light, breathy laugh. Gilbert found it strangely attractive. "Oui, you could say that, mon ami~"

"Then…why the fuck didn't you tell me?!" Gilbert was suddenly overcome with anger, and Antonio paused, looking up at him and pulling Francis closer, almost possessively.

"We didn't want to share…~" the Spaniard whispered with a giggle, and Francis smirked.

"But now, you can join us, cher." The Frenchman pulled away from Antonio, much to the Spaniard's disappointment, but he watched with glowing olive eyes as Francis stood, gliding across the room to Gilbert.

"Join you? What - ?" Gilbert faltered in his question as Francis ran his hands over his chest, and he pulled back. "Hey – wait…I'm not into that kind of thing – "

Francis only grinned, and Gilbert suddenly noticed two gleaming white fangs protruding from his gums, that had not been there before.

Suddenly, Gilbert sensed the danger all around him, and he acted on instinct.

He ran.

Menacing laughter echoed after him as Gilbert fled from the bedroom, running down the now seemingly endless corridor. He needed to get out. They were monsters.

He lost his footing on the stairs, although he could have sworn he felt someone push him, and he tumbled down two flights of stairs, landing in a heap at the bottom. He let out a groan, having squeezed his eyes shut when he fell but now he opened them to see a pair of feet in designer shoes standing in front of him. His eyes widened as Francis smirked down at him, his eyes now as red as Gilbert's own crimson eyes, and his expression one of deep desire.

He summoned all the strength he could, and he kicked out at Francis, his combat boot connecting harshly with Francis' shin, and he let out a yelp of surprise. Gilbert used that to get to his feet, running again. Antonio was lingering by the front door, so Gilbert veered off in the opposite direction. He could hear Francis laughing behind him, almost right in his ear, and the sound made him freak out and he lost sight of where he was running. Foolishly, he saw the basement door and he wrenched it open, knowing that there were power tools down there and if he could get to them he could use them as a weapon. But he would never be able to get them, his friends would make sure of that.

A harsh shove made Gilbert stumble down the basement stairs and into darkness. His head smashed against something – the edge of the workbench, maybe, and the blow made him black out for a moment. When he came to, Antonio was in front of him, grinning menacingly, and he felt two strong arms around his torso and arms, keeping him in place. Francis made sure to hold him with such strength that Gilbert couldn't possibly struggle, and he chuckled in his ear.

"Come on, mon cher. We only want to play with you~"

"Si, it'll be more fun with three of us!~" Antonio laughed then, and the laugh struck fear through Gilbert.

"You bastards!" he yelled, trying to free himself but Francis held him tightly from behind. "What are you going to do to me?"

Francis grinned. "We are going to turn you~" he purred, nipping Gilbert's earlobe, and to the albino's disgust, a shiver of pleasure ran through him.

These were no longer his friends.

He let out a sharp cry of pain mixed with undeniable pleasure as Francis bit his neck, and after a few moments he found himself leaning back against Francis' cold, still chest. Antonio grinned, before pouting.

"Francis…~" he whined, and Francis pulled back from Gilbert's neck, the albino's blood covering his mouth and chin. Antonio grinned, pushing Gilbert aside slightly and cupping Francis' face, kissing him passionately and tasting Gilbert's blood.

Gilbert felt himself fall back against the hard basement floor, glimpsing his friends before he lost consciousness.

These were no longer his friends. They were monsters.

A/N: I love writing France as a vampire, and I think it will suit the other two as well.

Please review and let me know what you think of this as a starting chapter!