Disclaimer: For the last time, 'HETALIA' belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya, okay? T.T

And I don't own 'Van Helsing', 'Twilight', 'Underworld', 'Teen Wolf' or any other werewolf or vampire related series either.

Arthur thought that he had been alone, until he felt the muzzle of a Stechkin touch the back of his head. His own fingers itched to grasp his dual Berettas lying dormant in the holsters under his knee-length, Victorian-style coat.

"Arthur. Man, stop! What are you trying to achieve here?"

Arthur sighed. "Roderich won't be pleased that you stole his guns again."

Gilbert unnecessarily cocked his gun. Probably the one loaded with ammunition containing irradiated fluid, lethal to vampires. Oh yes, because in these difficult times, no one really knew whom to trust. Arthur himself had ultraviolet ammunition in one of his guns and silver solution filled bullets in the other.

"I'm going to look for Francis." Arthur bit out. "I thought that you of all people would want him saved."

"Arthur." Gilbert told him quietly, patiently. "We both know that he was not taken. He's left us. Just like Lovino left us for Antonio."

"But Francis doesn't know anyone on their side!" Arthur all but growled. "I'm telling you, he's been taken hostage!"

"How would that even be possible?" Gilbert asked. "He's skilled, and too powerful for today's young wolves."

"Bullshit, Gilbert." Arthur replied, his eyes moving to the 3 meter long glass doors right in front of him. "He was on to something... Something big. There is a change in the winds. I can feel it. The wolves are more restless than ever, and more and more vampires are leaving their covens."

Arthur turned around so fast that Gilbert had to retreat a few steps.

"Tell the others. I know that not many people believe me... but I saw what I saw." Arthur said, his mind going back to that fateful night a month ago when Francis had suddenly seized up and started muttering about "the King" and "him" being alive. "His eyes turned violet, Gilbert. Just for a moment, before they became blue again. But that was the point when he changed. When he started becoming obsessed with... whatever he became obsessed with. He knew something important about this war. I know he did."

Gilbert looked like he was fighting with himself, over his friendship with Arthur and his duty as a Knight of the Night. "I can't let you leave, Arthur. We are the most organized coven left in the world. The other covens need us to lead this war."

Arthur took in a deep breath. "Then I'm sorry for what I have to do. Forgive me." Before Gilbert knew what happened, Arthur had thrown himself backwards, shattering the windows and simultaneously pulling out his Berreta and shooting Gilbert right in the chest.

Gilbert yelped in pain and fell backwards. Arthur spun in midair and landed on his feet gracefully, three stories below. He could hear Gilbert cursing upstairs. How melodramatic... Arthur had shot him with the silver solution bullets.

Gilbert would heal just fine.