Hello! Before we start the story I want to let the readers know of a little housekeeping. There's going to be a list of trigger warnings at the bottom of every chapter. Also, on the top of every chapter I'll run a list of the character's human names. Lastly, any author's notes will be found at the bottom of the chapter. I hope you enjoy the story and please don't forget to review so I can make it better! I do not own Hetalia in the slightest!

Vladimir-Romania

Stefan-Bulgaria

Arthur-England

Lukas-Norway

Vladimir's Point of View

The rosy fingers of dawn began to creep up the night sky slowly illuminating the dark woods. The hours were numbered for the vampire and Vladimir found himself biting back yelps as the rays of sunlight started hitting him, turning his skin bright red. Ignoring the pain, the teenager kept on running to his makeshift sanctuary not too far off from where he was. The young man .within minutes. found himself near a tall tree with a small carving of the letter "V" on the base of it's trunk. Vlad quickly took out his oak wand from his coat pocket. His eyes snapped shut and began to concentrate on an enchantment.

"Exorior!" The teen felt energy leave his body in a stream of deep red aura. Slowly a tent with a small assortment of enchanted figures on it's sides stood. Vladimir quickly entered the camp and once again began to close his eyes and fix on another assortment of words. "Abdo!" In an instant the vampire's camp slowly disappeared from the outside eye.

Quickly Vladimir dashed over to the safety of his tent. As he opened the flap he stepped into a room enchanted to be bigger on the inside. Shelves of books lined the walls and there was an assortment of furniture (all stolen and miniaturized by the vampire himself) with a small bed sat at the far right. Vladimir pulled out a small vile of crimson liquid and put it on a small desk by the bookshelf. The little vial of blood had gotten the man into a little bit of trouble. With a slight shudder he vowed to never try to court a married woman before taking her blood. A small sigh escaped the man's lips as he flopped down the couch exhausted from the night's excitement.

However try as he may he couldn't stop his mind from trailing from thought to thought. He wondered if his little brother was healthy and strong under his friend, Stefan's care. It's been years since he left the duo and he felt as though his heart grew heavier with every day long has it been since he heard his little brothers laugh? Since he heard Stefan's mothering after pulling one of his many practical jokes? He then worried about how he needed to increase the miles apart from the two people he cared for the most. Vladimir knew he didn't have enough supplies to make the round trip just yet. There were spells to be learned ;supplies to be stolen.

The man sighed yearning for the good days where he didn't have to worry about the threat the loomed over the world as he knew it. With a shake of his head Vladimir expelled the thought. He knew those days were far behind him- it was pointless to mourn. With that thought Vladimir rolled farther into the crease of his couch, leaving his bed unoccupied. The vampire closed his eyes waiting for sleep to come.

Many hours later Vladimir heard the sounds of ruffling leaves with his trained ears. In an instant Vladimir darted up deriving his wand from his jacket. The police force couldn't have found me. He thought trying to ease the sense of dread that haunted him. Vladimir sauntered over to the tent holding his wand readily and thinking of an attack spell. He decided that he wouldn't aim to kill just to wound. Perhaps if he could best the guards he could drink from them as well... He opened the big flap of his door and spotted a boy with dark blonde hair and green eyes snake behind Vlad's tree. His foot seemed to be injured and muttered a few curses under his breath.

Vladimir wanted to help the man yet he knew that just anybody could process a wand -the police force was known for posing as magic users. It simply wasn't safe enough to practice sympathy anymore. The boy flicked his wand emitting a dark green energy dispelling Vlad's doubts of the man. His lips moved in a silent spell and slowly roots began to twist around his body and suddenly they dragged him underground. Vladimir lowered his wand in amazement.

Vladimir knew of the spell. It was very difficult to conjure and if Vladimir was correct in his assumption it would only keep the man underground and unharmed for a few moments at the most. The vampire glanced around the camp watching as a pair of soldiers run with big brown hounds. Although he knew that he was safe behind the false scent that emitted from the makeshift home he still fretted over the man underground. There was a good chance that he would have problems covering up the scent that he left behind.

The group stopped for a few seconds while the dogs sniffed the ground. Time seemed to stop for a second and a tug of remorse for the man who seemed to be found out until he saw a shocking wave of blue dart from behind the men. The dogs went wild and chased after the snuff of magic. The police forced darted from being the man and left the scene. Moments after the boy rose up from his root sanctuary gasping for breath. A few seconds later a boy fell hard on the ground next to him in a veil of blue aura.

Empathy struck the teen as the man as quickly went to aid the wizards. With wand still in hand he poked a head out of the shielded view of my camp. Energy surged through the man-he could hear the barking and yelling of the men.

"Venit!" Vladimir yelled in the old language to gain the trust of the two boys just feet away. The one with the hurt leg glanced at me with deep green eyes filled with mistrust. The other stared with blank blue hues. The man with the green eyes glanced at the man with the blue with an untold question hung in the air. The blue eyed boy nodded and found himself helping the man with the green eyes. Slowly but surely they hobbled over into the safety of my camp. As soon as they were hidden the vampire brought the green eyed man's arm over the hunch of his shoulder.

"This way! Hurry!We need to fix his wounds." Vladimir ordered as he led the men to the tent and brought boy back on his bed.

"Are you specialized in healing magic?" The green eyed man asked in a strangled voice. Vladimir swiftly shook his head. It seemed pointless to learn such magic because creatures of the night healed so easily.

"Are either of you?" Vladimir questioned.

"No."The boy with the green eyes replied quickly. Vlad bit back a curse and moved over to the bookshelf in search of a text with healing magic. He could feel the eyes of the man with blue orbs burn into him.

"It's to the left next to the blue book of charms." The blue eyed boy stated in a monotone voice. How did he know that? Vladimir questioned as he followed his instructions and finally pulled out a worn brown book. Darting back to the green eyed man while flipping to a page with a mending spell. A few seconds the vampire settled into a page.

"Emanture!" A warm feeling filled Vladimir's gut and red sparks flew from his wand. With a sharp crack the green eyed boy gasped and then sighed.

"Thanks." He said slowly moving his foot.

"No problem." Vladimir replied admiring his handy work. Not too shabby for a magician who wasn't specialized in healing.

"My names Arthur."The green eyed man stated holding out his hand."And this is Lukas." He jested his head over to the man with the blue eyes.

"Vladimir." The vampire replied and shook his hand and then held it out again for Lukas. The man stiffened when their skin made contact. Vladimir raised a brow but said nothing. What was up with this guy? " Were are you guys heading?"

"North hopefully."Arthur responded sitting himself up. He scrunched his dark eyebrows together."You've heard the rumors?"

"Yeah." It was said by almost everyone and their mothers that magic wasn't outlawed in the North. There was no concrete evidence-the government wouldn't allow it- yet it wasn't totally norther provinces was known for having a more laxed state. "How long have you've been traveling?"

"A few weeks." Arthur looked down at his palms. While Lukas kept his face void of any emotion. Vladimir bit the bottom of his lips with the tip of his fang as he remembered his first few weeks away from home. "I've been traveling a bit less then Lukas. But you wouldn't believe the shit we've been through." Vladimir gave a toothy grin and took a seat on the arm of the couch.

"Try me." Arthur crinkled his bushy eyebrows together and bit the bottom of his lips. With a glance to the ground he began his tale.

"I lived not too far from here..."

tw-A tiny bit of swearing towards the bottom said by Arthur. (located third paragraph from the bottom)