A/N: I've finally gotten around to writing a Hetalia fan fiction! I'm so happy~! I just hope people like it... TT_TT Also, I have to thank my little sister for helping me out and DrRemitrom for Beta reading! It makes me so happy that you're willing to give up your time for me. As happy as Italy with a lifetime supply of pasta. Anyway, I own nothing. Not hetalia, not its characters and nothing else at all...
The two boys looked at their unlikely first customer. That is, if you could even call her a customer. She looked uncomfortable in her seat and shuffled further into its firm, worn back before making eye contact with her soon-to-be-saviours.
Her platinum blond hair fell short of her shoulders and was held out of her eyes by several clips and a yellow hair band. Sure, she was a conventionally pretty girl with bright blue eyes and soft skin, but that wasn't the first thing any sane man thought of when they looked at her.
She let out a sob and her ridiculously oversized chest bounced and convulsed. Arthur tried his best to look away (he was a gentleman, after all!) but to the right of him, his American friend was flat out staring. And was that drool dripping down his chin? Arthur gave the American a hard kick in the shin, a skill he had picked up from hours of football practice. At least he was able to put it to good use.
He smirked at his own personal joke while Alfred cursed and grabbed his leg. He had no right to complain. After all, it was this over-excited idiot's own stupid idea for Arthur to give up two hours of his time after school (every bloody day) to help students with their 'problems from beyond the grave'.
At first, Arthur was just happy that someone believed in his magic and didn't think he was bat-crap crazy. There had been quite a few near misses (involving his love for magic) in his previous schools that had caused him to move around a lot more than the average teen.
His older brother and sister had grown tired of constantly relocating so Arthur was forced to live out the rest of his High School days in this crowded 'International Academy' that housed students from all over the world. No matter how badly he ballsed this up, he had to stay here.
He had to hand it to his older siblings; they could be scary when they wanted to. Allestor and Catrin Kirkland had raised Arthur after their mother passed away and had been like a mother and father to him ever since. Arthur didn't particularly need them to tell him off right now; he could already see how tired they had become after moving into their fifth house.
For their sake, he had to make the most of this.
Alfred began questioning the timid girl, his booming voice reluctantly pulled Arthur back to reality. A look of anticipation spread across Alfred's face when the blond girl opened her mouth to talk.
"My name's Katyusha Braginski..."
She gulped, pulling back any apprehension. She looked at the two men timidly, noting their intent and serious focus on her before finishing her sentence.
"... And I was attacked by a vampire."
