Hi everyone… this is my first fanfic, rated T for now (for swearing and stuff) and I don't know if it has any pairings yet (not extreme anyhow), although I've considered. May be rated M in the future. Human names are used. Please don't hurt me, this is my first (and terrible) fanfic!


Ludwig turned onto his side to stare out the window at the glowing moon, which seemed somehow more foreboding than usual. It was that time of the month again, he should've been asleep, but he wasn't. He couldn't be asleep tonight, knowing that any minute there would be a creak of chains, the shuffle of heavy footsteps. Every month, for years he'd had the same dream, always on the night of the full moon. Or at least he's thought it was a dream. It all seemed so unreal, those red vampire-like eyes staring down at him, the black glow of shadows—could shadows even glow? It all seemed to be questioning his sanity. And tonight, he would be awake to see if it all really existed.

Ludwig sighed heavily and pulled the blankets over his head again, wondering if this was some kind of answer to his questions about all those legends of vampires and werewolves. The red-eyed creature, man or animal he wasn't sure of, appeared once on the night of the full moon at midnight, every month, according to what he'd seem in his "dreams". He—or it—stayed for the night, then, when Ludwig rose in the morning, the figure vanished into thin air. It was always there, whispering in his ear, murmuring with pain and hurt in its voice, speaking silently to him as if he could hear it. And he had heard.

Ludwig turned to glance at the clock before burying himself into the blankets again. It was at last 12 o' clock. Feliciano was at Romano's house for the night, thank God, or this would frighten him to death.

A small and barely audible squeak resonated through the lonely room, and Germany shivered. He's here… The window was pushed up, and a cold breeze swept through the room. The light of the full moon has brought him back to life… what is he? A ghost? Or maybe a vampire…

Footsteps made their way where he lay, accompanied by a broken jangle of chains, stopping at the side of the large bed. "Hello, Ludwig…" a voice breathed, sending cold shivers up Ludwig's spine.

The voice was ghostly and harsh, yet somehow familiar to his ears. Who are you? The blankets were pulled off his head, the figure stood back to examine the German.

"I've missed you so much, you don't know how much pain I've been feeling…" He felt the soft touch of warm lips on his forehead. Always like this. Once a month you come here to watch me. Always speaking to me silently like this. Yet you never reveal yourself. And for once I'm awake to see you. To catch you…

At the touch the blonde launched his attack, grabbing the collar of the intruder and pushing the slim figure down to the bed, snatching his handgun from under his pillow and staring into those dark ruby eyes, shocked by the pain and anger they held deep within. "Who are you?"

"…" His attacker remained silent, giving the nation time for his eyes to slightly adjust to the dark.

"… Bruder? Bruder, is that you?" Ludwig's hand moved to take the gun away from Gilbert's forehead, but he decided otherwise. "You—You're supposed to be dead! I saw you die! I was at your funeral, I watched you being lowered into the ground! You were dissolved in 1947!"

Gilbert's dark eyes burned deep into his icy blue ones. "I may have been and I may not have been."

"…then who are you? You can't be my brother." Tears streamed down Ludwig's face—forgotten memories stirred in his mind as he held the gun to the other man's head. This couldn't be Gilbert, the one that he had lost so long ago… "Gilbert is… he's gone…"

"Well, it's the awesome me. I'm back, Ludwig, why can't you just accept it?"Gibert stared at him with those pleading eyes, and Germany knew that for once he wasn't kidding.

"Then where were you all this time?" demanded his little brother, threatingly pressing the gun at the man's forehead, no doubt leaving a mark.

"Let me stand and I'll explain everything. If you don't hurry, we won't have enough time."

Ludwig turned to stare at the clock. It had only been a few minutes… "What do you mean? We have until dawn. That's when you disappear, right?"

"No. Now that you have seen me, it will be less than an hour before I vanish into the night. I can only live in this world if you see me only in your dreams, and now you have seen me in reality. I must leave, the next time we meet each other will be next month. If you don't listen to me, Ludwig, I'm afraid I must—"

"No!" shouted the German. "Don't leave. I'll do what you tell me to, but first answer me one question."

"… And what would that question be…?" The Prussian hissed impatiently.

"Why… no, what made you like this?" What turned you into this creature of the night?"

"A strange question, little bruder. You won't like the answer."

"Just tell me before I blow your head off!" threatened Ludwig, slipping his finger over the smooth, black trigger and trying to hide his tears with his anger. "Tell me and don't even think about stalling so you can just disappear without answering!"

"You!" snarled Gilbert. "You are why I am what I am. Why I'm this monster. It is because of you, and because of that night in 1947, that I am this monster."


Okay, don't kill me cuz I warned you this would be bad. For sure there'll be a second chapter, please review and tell me what I need to fix. Don't tell me why Prussia sounds so formal, he's dead! Hello?