Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters used in this story

This is my first fanfiction story I've ever written...so, I'm rather confused about most things, and I'm trying my best so please bear with me.

Also, I'm not very good at writing, so this story may have some mistakes in it.


The Shadows

Prologue

There were footsteps throughout the old hall. Somebody, holding a torch started to run across the hallway and into a big, open space. The walls were covered in moss, and there was no sign of any living thing. Four pillars stood; each covered with ancient writing. The person stopped running, and took a second to look around the place. She then noticed the giant wall in the back of the room. There were unknown pictures and ancient letters engraved into the stone wall.

"Finally," the woman panted. "I've found it. This is the last room of the ruins!"

The woman brushed her long, silver hair off her shoulders.

"I've come a long way. This is it! I can finally achieve my goal," the woman said. She smiled.

"This is the end. The end of this world is coming soon. A new era will begin. And I will be the one to end this world."

Chapter 1: The Arising Darkness

"Hurry up Artie! We'll be late!" America jumped up and down. He was wearing a black suit and necktie which was incredibly rare.

"Don't be so hasty. There's still enough time!" England yelled at America, who was already at the door of the huge mansion. England was wearing a black suit just like America.

The two opened the door to the mansion. Inside, there were many people in fancy outfits, talking, dancing, and having fun. America and England stepped inside, closing the majestic door behind them. A gorgeous chandelier hang from the ceiling, and the whole room was lit.

"Okay! Now let's have some fun-" America started, when England covered his mouth.

"Mmmmph!"

"Shut up you idiot! You're too loud and we don't have time to have fun!" England scowled.

"Sorry. I forgot. It's been a while since I've come to a party," America mumbled. England sighed. 'Why does this guy have to be my partner?' England thought.

"Don't forget again."

England and America mixed into the crowd of people, acting normal.

England walked through the open space, and headed toward another room, when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Who's that!?" England shouted, whipping back to see behind him.

"Whoa! Calm down Arthur. It's just me," Germany said. England relaxed.

"Did you come with Gilbert?" England asked. Germany nodded.

"Bruder probably went to look around the mansion," Germany said.

"Got it. I'll be looking around the rooms of this huge mansion too," England responded. "By the way, have you seen Francis? He's the one hosting this party, right?"

Germany shrugged.

"Probably back to his bad habits."

England sighed with disapproval, and walked out of the room.

The rooms of the mansion were each grand and decorated with beautiful wallpaper, fancy light, and many other excessive decorations.

He ignored most of them and kept on walking from room to room.

When he looked at all of the rooms on the first floor, he went back to the big hall where everyone was. 'Still no sight of Francis,' England thought. 'That's odd; Francis is usually in the hall somewhere. I've looked in all of the room downstairs, and I can't find him. Francis never goes upstairs during parties, especially if he's hosting it.' England suddenly found himself worrying about France.

"No! Why should I be worrying about that wine-loving bastard!?" England slapped himself. He decided to look for America instead.

It wasn't hard for England to find America; he was near the middle of the hall, dancing and talking to girls. England glared at America. America shivered and looked back, seeing that England didn't look too happy.

"What are you doing!? You look just like Francis!" England hissed. America frowned.

"No I don't! It's okay to have a little fun…" America said.

"It's not okay. Come on, we need to find Francis and ask him about the letter," England snapped.

America looked displeased, but he said nothing. After all, England was more experienced than him and was in the highest class of spies. Yes, spies.

England and America are spies, of an agency that cannot be named because of its secrecy. Germany and Prussia were also spies with England and America. These were the four spies that had come to France's party- for a specific reason.

There was a call from France several days ago. He had said that he received a letter, stating that the world was in danger. France said that the letter was from Ukraine. France had been going to Russia, when he passed through Ukraine. Ukraine had shoved the letter to France violently, and told him to read it and call the spying agency. Three days later, Ukraine was killed. The murderer is still unknown. France didn't tell the agency much about the contents of the letter, for he didn't want to talk about it on the phone. So the agency decided to send these four spies to listen to France.

England sighed.

"I've looked at all the rooms downstairs, but I haven't found Francis. I also haven't seen Gilbert," England explained.

"Why don't we look through all the rooms again? You could have missed them since you are stupid," America suggested. England just glared at America, but the two decided to search again anyways.

In about ten minutes, they had revisited all of the rooms downstairs.

"I told you; there's nothing you git," England said angrily. America frowned.

"That's odd," America muttered to himself. England started heading back.

"We're going back."

America ran after England.

"But we should-"

CRRAASSHH!

America and England instantly looked at each other. They knew that was the sound of glass shattering.

"We need to go!" England shouted and ran off.

"Wait Artie!" America yelled back.

"We don't have the time-" England said, when he turned around the corner and bumped into someone. England and the person he bumped into both fell onto the ground.

"Ugh! Watch where you're going!" The person shouted. England got up.

"Gilbert!"

Prussia's eyes were wide with surprise.

"Arthur! Alfred!" Prussia exclaimed.

"Where were you!? …right now's not the time," England said.

"The sound was from the hall! We need to go!" Prussia said. The three ran towards the hall, where everyone else was.

When they arrived, they were horrified to find that the chandelier had crashed down onto the ground. Glass was everywhere, and everybody was standing to the sides of the hall.

England saw Germany talking to some people. There was blood gushing out of a cut in his right leg.

"West! What happened!? Is your leg okay!?" Prussia asked. Germany turned around.

"Bruder! I'm okay but Francis! He was here just a few minutes ago. And then suddenly the chandelier fell right above him. I pushed Francis and managed to escape the fall, but I've hurt my leg. But some people with black coats took Francis up the stairs. They had their hoods on, so I couldn't figure out what they looked like, but they definitely are going to do something to Francis! I wanted to go after him, but leg…" Germany trailed off.

"Don't worry West! Stay here; we'll go after them," Prussia said.

"Is anybody else hurt!?" England asked. Germany shook his head.

"The chandelier fall must have been caused by those hooded guys," America said out loud. Prussia's eyes flared with fury.

"We're going after them! Stay here West!" Prussia shouted and pelted up the stairs. England and America ran after him.

"I can hear Francis! It's this way!" England pointed. The three sprinted towards a room.

"Francis!" England pushed the door wide open. His eyes widened in shock.

France was being held by two people. They had their hoods on, but the person in front of France didn't.

"Natalia!" Prussia exclaimed.

"Let go of Francis!" America shouted. Belarus looked at the three coldly.

"I have nothing to say to you three," Belarus said.

"Get away! Now!" France struggled. Belarus glanced at France.

"Don't worry. They'll be watching you," Belarus said.

"What are you doing to Francis!?" England shouted. Belarus didn't' even look at England.

"You'll see," she replied. She looked at the people holding France. "It's time."

The two people held France tighter, and an eerie red light glowed from their hands. France flailed around, but it was no use.

"Stop!" America yelled. Belarus looked at the three.

"Too late."

France screamed as the two people let him go. France fell to the floor loudly.

"What did you do!?" Prussia shouted. Belarus didn't answer.

"We have completed our goal. There is no meaning to stay here," she said. Then, with the snap of her fingers, they disappeared into thin air.

The three were speechless. England saw France on the ground, and ran to him.

"Hey Francis! Are you okay!?"

There was no answer. Then, France stirred.

"I'm glad you're okay…" Prussia breathed. France stood up. He didn't say anything, and was staring at England who was right in front of him.

'Something's wrong with Francis,' England thought.

"Fr-Francis?" England stuttered. There was no reply. England looked straight at France, and took a step back.

"…Francis?" America said.

England took another step back.

"What's wrong?" Prussia asked.

Suddenly, France's eyes became red and he tackled England. They both slammed into the wall, making Prussia and America fly to the side of the wall. England shouted in surprise, as he felt his shoulder blade break. There was blood trickling from his shoulder.

'! Why is France so strong!?' England thought.

"What are you-" England started, when France bit his neck. England let out a shriek as a tremendous pain jolted through his neck.

England craned his neck, and saw that France had fangs!

He was a vampire!

"Fran…cis…" England trailed off. He felt France sucking huge amounts of blood from his neck. He could hear Prussia and America shouting, but before he could respond, his vision starting to become blurry. He opened his mouth to say something, but his consciousness faded away.

England opened his eyes. He was on a white bed. There was a bandage wrapped around his neck. He groaned as he sat up. His neck and shoulder hurt, and his head was fuzzy.

"You're awake."

England almost fell out of his bed in surprise.

"Ludwig…" England said. He looked around the room. Germany was sitting on a grey couch in the room. "Where am I?"

"You're at one of the agency's infirmaries. Do you remember what happened?" Germany asked. England thought back to what happened.

They were at France's mansion, and…! England remembered everything.

France had been turned into a vampire. And he had bitten England.

"…..no, that's just a dream. It couldn't be real," England gasped. Germany looked away.

"It wasn't a dream Arthur. And you know it," Germany said. England closed his eyes.

Of course he knew. He knew that was real, and remembered every single thing. He thought about Belarus and the people with her. He didn't want to think about it, but he knew that this wouldn't be the end.

This was only the beginning.