I love to tease him.
"Talking to thin air again England?"
I hate lying to him.
"I'm fine England, really. It's just a head cold."
And most of all I wish I could tell him how much I love him…but I can't. I can't be too close to anyone…
Because I might devour them…
~xXx~
America knew England would notice something was wrong with him. How unusually pale he was and how he wobbled slightly when he walked. He couldn't help it, he was just so thirsty! He was grateful at the world meeting to be seated far away from the Briton.
At the moment America was walking briskly down the halls of the hotel he was staying at. If he was lucky he could leave before any of the other countries could pull him aside to ask the same damn question of "Are you alright" England's been asking.
Just as he but in the room key his taste of victory disappeared when he felt a hand grab his shoulder. America stiffens from the touch.
"America, don't think you can get away just yet. We need to talk."
He looked over his shoulder to see England. No surprise there. He gave an irritated sigh and pushed through the door to his room hoping if he ignored England he'll get too pissed off to actually stay.
"Don't ignore me, boy" England growled.
America grabbed a suitcase and started packing, paying no mind to what England said.
England walked over to the suitcase and closed it just as America was about to put something in, missing his fingers by an inch.
"Arthur…" he said low, dangerous.
A shiver went up England's spine. Even though America was his hopeless ally he also had to remember he was still a superpower. "Alfred I'm not stupid. I know the hardships your country is going through right now and I'm here to help you if you need it."
"If you want to help me so much why don't you leave?" he replied.
The blonde stood speechless but only for a moment.
"Who do you think you are?"
"I've had enough." America said calmly. He grabbed England's wrist and practically flung him out of his room before slamming the door shut. There was a faint "Fine! See if I care!" then silence.
He slumped down against the wall. His heart swelled at how he treated the person he loved the most. There was concern even affection but he pushed it all away over and over again! But he had to… if he got to close he might hurt him, devour him. He always found it amusing how he was a vampire. It explained a lot of his aggressive behavior throughout history. It was part of the reason why he separated from England. He didn't want to hurt him…
America gave an empty laugh.
"Of all the superstitions why did I have to be this one?"
"Kesesese! Do I sense a crisis of why you exist?"
"Shut up Prussia! You're lucky you're just a ghost. At least you can just float around. You're the only one I know that can sneak into meetings."
"It's because I'm awesome." Prussia snickered. He popped out of the floor a few inches away from America.
"What do you want?" America mumbled. His thirst was washing over him again. God his throat felt like a desert! He eyed the albino hungrily, fangs poking out from his upper lip.
"Hey now don't look at me like I'm lunch! We both know you'll just fall right through me if you try to take a swipe at me, again!" Prussia said hovering lazily in front of him.
A low growl escaped his lips. He rested his head against his knees. This wasn't good his vision was starting to turn red.
"Now now my good somewhat awesome friend, you gave me a place to stay when I got sick of living in Germany's basement. The least I can do is help you out when you need it most!" Prussia's hand disappeared through the floor and reappeared with a bag.
"What's that?" America asked as the bag was dropped in front of him.
"See for yourself." the albino cackled and floated away to watch TV.
The American snorted then leaned forward to see what was inside.
Blood bags…
His mouth watered.
"I already heated them up so it tastes fresh. Aren't I awesome for doing such a huge favor?" Prussia said from the other side of the room.
He paid no mind to what the other said. Instead he ripped open the bags hastily and poured the red substance into his mouth. He barely allowed himself to breath as he chugged down blood from bag to bag.
America moaned.
The blood gave him such pleasure and joy. It gave him life! He could never help but to have the desire for more. It was rich, nourishing. It was like water to a dehydrated man, simple as that.
When he finished the last bag blood ran down his lip, down his neck and his now stained shirt.
"Better?" Prussia asked suddenly standing next to him.
America got up from the ground.
"Yeah dude. Thanks a bunch." he smiled. What Prussia did helped a great deal but he would always crave more…always.
"Let's get out of here. And try not to fly away or anything. Not many countries are like us."
"Yeah yeah you sound like my bruder."
