So I am doing this on hetalia kink meme. Every time I complete a chapter I will post it on here. I've done a few vampire rp's so I thought I would give this kink a try since I more or less know how I like my vampires. Anyways enjoy and don't forget to review.
Mathias jogged quickly through the dark streets as he kept a precious, paper bag to his chest. Niels had sent him off to make a deal with a British businessman over a new technology for bicycles. Inside was a chain that would make the bicycles he, and his friend made peddle with more ease. But the deal had taken hours. Mathias had to bargain against another bicycle dealer from one of the more wealthy areas of Copenhagen. Desperate to get this new technology, Mathias sold the British businessman a 20% of profit from sales plus the some five hundred kroner he brought to buy the prints and chain with.
What were they going to do? Their business wasn't exactly wealthy. Niels would be happy, but after a couple of decades, they should be able to by the businessman out and receive more of a profit. Maybe he had made a rash idea. Mathias halted, his heart thumping in his chest as he imagined Niels' eyes narrowing at the news. Maybe he should have walked away. Another opportunity would have came and they could have specialized their own chain. But they really didn't know how to make them and this sample and blueprints would help Mathias reconstruct the new British invention. He would have to market his decision to Niels like this and insist. Either way... he would be displeased with Mathias.
And damn, it was raining. It made the whole dark street of Copenhagen glow an eerie orange from the oil lamps and the thick smoke from chimneys. Mathias didn't like being on the streets late at night, or at least not when he was carrying precious cargo that was going to either make or break him. Not to mention once he left the main streets he wouldn't have any lamp light to light his way home. He needed to get home fast, for the rain was coming down quicker soaking him and his package. Niels would never look at him again if he bought something that was ruined on the way home at such a steep price.
Picking up the pace again, Mathias pushed himself forward, ignoring the prostitutes that were gathering on the corners screeching as Mathias darted pass them without acknowledging their wares. Mathias knew if he ran for another five minutes he would be home. He pushed his body to keep going at the prospect of warmth and food. His resolve faltered as he entered the darkened streets, his feet squishing through gunk that was mostly comprised of animal waste. In the dark alleyways he could hear people moaning as prostitutes serviced and men talking loudly and drunk. The night life of Copenhagen wasn't glamorous like all cities, and it left his skin crawling and his eyes perked and alert. Worse of all it was hard to tell what was in the way and Mathias caught his foot on a crate twice. Dogs barked at him and a few people from somewhere within the shadows coughed. But Mathias kept running, his own rapid squishy footsteps loudly covering up his own ragged breaths.
Skidding to the right, Mathias took a short cut between a column of crowded houses. That's when he saw a person come out of the shadows. He could see an oil lamp from his own bike shop in the distance. Mathias tried to keep his calm as he passed the old, small man. In fact, he looked as if he would toppled over with the wind blew. He was safe, Mathias knew it. All that needed to be done was to walk around this man and cross the street. As he started to pass around the wobbly man Mathias uttered an, "Excuse me."
The man's arms outstretched in front of Mathias in a whip like action. Yet, a chill went down his spine. Was an old man going to try and mug him? Impatient, cold, and wet, Mathias tried pushing the frail looking arm out of the way. Only it felt sturdy like an iron gate and didn't even budge. "Excuse me, let me pass." Mathias said in a tense and grumpy voice. The only answer he received was his feet being kicked from out beneath him, he could hear his package as it clinked and rolled in the mud. Mathias struggled to get back on his feet, ready to fight the psychotic old man but a foot was pressed harshly on his chest and the wind was knocked from him.
The old frail man leaned down and Mathias struggled to get away, his heart was beating quickly as he struggled to get a breath. A scream erupted from his throat as he felt something sharp jab deep into his neck. Kicking and writhing in the mud, Mathias continued to resist but the old man help him tight as Mathias registered that blood was dripping down his neck and drenching his clothing. Panicked, Mathias tried to scream for help, but one of the cold, callous hands were covering his face. His screams came out muffled as he kicked his feet trying to make enough noise for someone to hear him. Niels was just across the street.
Niels.
What would he think when he woke the next morning to find out that he had been killed a few meters from their shop. Despite himself, Mathias felt his eyes prick with tears as he realized he was going to die. Despite being scared and struggling to release himself, Mathias couldn't stop thinking about Niels. All of the things they had done together, the things he wanted to do. They were going to end here and now because some psychotic old man had jabbed and ripped open his throat.
His body was going limp. Mathias could no longer feel how cold his body was. It felt light despite his panicked heart was beating and trying to keep him alive. His brain was shutting down, his legs were no longer kicking. But his brain kept the image of his friend in his mind as his body shuddered one last time and went completely limp.
Niels had stayed up half the night before falling asleep beside the fire. Mathias had never made it back home and as Niels' eyes slowly got heavier, he believed that it was because the man had gone out drinking. Or at least that was what Niels hoped for. It was true that Mathias was often times irresponsible and would come home plastered , but Niels couldn't fully believe that Mathias would have been dumb enough to make a business deal and never deliver the goods. However as the night went on, Niels tried to keep himself calm and collective as he waited for his friend to come through that door.
It wasn't until morning that Niels realized that Mathias hadn't returned. Eirik had woken him as he cut himself a piece of bread and fruit for breakfast. Alarmed Niels got up and looked in Mathias' room upstairs before returning to the sitting room with a slightly pale face.
"He didn't come home?" Eirik asked between bites.
"No." Niels replied in a soft tone that hid his apprehension to the situation. "You don't think he would be irresponsible enough to go binge drinking and sleep with some local whores right after an important business deal?"
Eirik took a bite as he thought about his brother's words. That did seem like something someone would think Mathias would do if they didn't know him. But Eirik knew Mathias better than that and their friend wouldn't do something so risky. They needed those prints if they were going to keep competing against other bicycle shops that were springing up around Copenhagen. "No, I don't think so. Mathias might be a tad dense but he's not a complete moron."
"I was hoping he was." Niels puffed and he began to wring his hands nervously. "I suppose this means something happened to him, then?"
Eirik stomach went cold at the thought, "Maybe something good happened. Either way I will look for him on the way to class." Eirik watched his brother slightly nod. He could tell that Niels was worried and it wasn't over losing a business deal. The streets of Copenhagen were dangerous at night. People who would mug you, people who would beat you because they were drunk roamed the streets. Copenhagen looked like a nice, little city in the day, but during the night it transformed into a dark nightmare just like every city in the world. No doubt, Niels regretted not going with Mathias, but Eirik knew Niels needed to stay and finish a few bicycle frames.
"Stop eating yourself up. You know you couldn't go. He's fine. He'll show up, you'll see." Eirik said as he sliced a piece of bread and spread a small amount of jam on it before handing it over to his brother. "I'm going to get ready for class now. Stop worrying."
Niels nodded as he took the bread and nibbled on it before settling down next to the window. Eirik was right, Mathias was probably fine and he would camp by the window until he saw Mathias. Once he saw the idiot, he would give him a piece of his mind. Irresponsible. There wasn't anything that Mathias would say to him that would convince him otherwise.
Minutes ticked by and another house member came into the sitting room. "Good morning, Mr. Sandvik." Tino's cheery voice chimed as he brought in a stack of wood and dropped it by the fireplace."Did Mr. Köhler secure a good deal for you?"
"No." Niels said flatly. "I don't know, he hasn't returned yet."
Tino seemed shocked at the news, but kept his ever so cheerful smile in place even though Niels had an evident scowl. This man was a servant and belonged to Niels' distant cousin, Berwald. Niels himself didn't have the income to keep a servant, but when Berwald left Sweden to come live with him he had brought the Finish man. He spoke a very bubbly and sing song Swedish, but he was understandable. It fit the Finn with his happy, slightly chubby face.
"Well I am sure he will be home any moment, Mr. Sandvik." Things went quiet as Tino stoked the fire in the stove before placing a kettle on top. Niels kept his eyes at the window even when he heard hurried steps of Eirik coming back downstairs. "Oh Mr. Sandvik, please take your coat. It smells as if it will rain this afternoon."
Eirik paused and Niels looked over his shoulder towards the Finn. Sometimes it was hard to tell which one of the brother's Tino was talking to. He refused to use their first names, saying it wasn't proper. But Niels didn't push the matter, only Berwald seemed to really want Tino to call him by his first name. In fact if it wasn't for Tino's insane lastname, both Niels and Eirik would address him by his surname.
"Right." Eirik muttered before grabbing his coat off the rack. "Well I guess I'll see you when I get back. Hopefully Mathias will be home by then."
"Yeah..." Niels said a little unsurely. He just felt in his gut something was wrong.
Tino placed a bundle in Eirik's hands, "That's for when you get hungry. Have a good day at school."
"Right." Eirik said once more before leaving the house.
Tino left the sitting room to begin cleaning and making the beds. The house was filled of his soft voice singing Finnish tunes. Dully Niels watched his younger brother entered into the ally across the street, taking a shortcut. Sighing Niels leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes trying to calm his nerves. Tino's singing was helping even though he didn't have the slightest clue what the song was about.
Mathias...
The two of them had been close. Their father's had been friends and when Mathias' father died, he came to live with them. They had only been twelve at the time and even though a sad death had just happened, Niels couldn't help feeling that Mathias living with them was some type of great gift. They were like brother's and when Niels inherited his father's struggling bicycle shop, Mathias gladly helped him out even though he could have gone and worked the sea like he always wanted to.
But as years went on, Niels felt something more than just brotherly love or friendship. But it left Niels frustrated to the point his chest burned hot. These types of feelings weren't coercer between two men, so Niels kept it locked up inside. Though there were times where he could have sworn that Mathias looked at him in a way that made Niels feel weak in the knees. He often wondered if there was really something between them. So knowing that his friend had gone off to make an important business deal and didn't come back because he went drinking and whored around with whores made his skin crawl and his insides twist with jealousy. The only solace Niels received was his brother's words. It could have been something else and Niels needed to stop assuming things. But it was getting harder and harder to keep his feelings hidden behind his cool and calm face.
His thoughts were interrupted as the door was flung open with a slam. Sitting up and wide eyed, Niels saw his brother covered in mud and his face pale with fright. "He...He..." Eirik struggled to get the words out as his hands shook and his body was taken over with panic. "Mathias!"
Niels only had to hear his friends name to bolt from his chair and run out into the muddied dirtied street without his boots on. Eirik was behind him and as he entered the ally he saw Mathias lying in a slump at the other end. Blood was rushing to Niels ears and his eyes began to burn as he approached his friend. There was blood everywhere around him. On his mud coated shirt blood caked the front and Mathias' eyes were slightly open in a slacked way.
Collapsing on the ground Niels felt his body give way as he let a few sobs wrack his body. He was dead. Oh dear god he was dead. Eirik arrived next to him as Niels reached down to smooth some of his filthy hair and shut his eyes. His face felt cool and it made Niels shake uncontrollably. How could his best friend be dead just a few meters from the shop. He saw Eirik pick up a package, no doubt with the chain and blueprints inside. Just a few minutes ago Niels had been cursing Mathias for fooling around and not coming home. But he had headed home, only he hadn't made it. And the source of his death was in front of them. A red gash in his neck that looked at if it had been punctured over and over and over.
"We need to bring him to the shop." Eirik's weak voice spoke.
Niels was too empty to respond. He just wanted to stay there and keep petting his friend's hair until he started to breathe again.
Eirik began to lift Mathias' limp body and it forced Niels to grip one of Mathias' lifeless limbs and pull his body from the mud. Placing a hand on the middle of Mathias' back, Niels could feel some remaining heat in Mathias' body and he began to choke back a sob. Looking at Eirik, his eyes were struggling to keep his tears back, but he was bravely keeping strong as they struggled out of the alleyway and dragged Mathias towards the shop.
When they entered Tino was there and he gasped in shock. "Get Berwald." Eirik said as they struggled to bring Mathias up to his room. Berwald was much stronger and would be able to get Mathias' body into his bed easier. They hadn't even managed to get Mathias up the stairs, mainly due to the fact Niels' legs buckled as his body began to wreck with sadness. Silently and without a word, Berwald lifted Mathias from their arms and walked up the stairs with little effort.
Eirik knelt down next to Niels and wrapped his arms around his brother as he finally let the tears drop and he clung to his brother's clothing. Never in his life had Niels cried so hard. But he recovered himself by the time Berwald returned. Their distant cousin frowned and ordered Tino to make them all some coffee while he went and fetched a priest.
Niels was lead to the table where he sat there stunned and quiet. His heart ached with numbness. As contrasting as it sounded, it was the only way Niels could describe what he felt. Everyone was silent and Niels didn't bother to drink the brew Tino placed in front of him. For several minutes Niels just sat there looking at the same spot on the table before he got up from his spot and went up stairs.
"Mr. Sandvik?!" Tino called after him, but Eirik whispered a, "Leave him be."
Heavily his feet climbed the stairs as he made his way to Mathias' room. He was there laying peacefully. Berwald had even placed him in a dignified position by placing of his arms at his side. Swallowing thickly, Niels approached Mathias to what seemed like a sleeping man. Slowly, Niels sat next to Mathias, almost scared to disturb him. Lightly, he began to stroke his hair. It was so filthy you couldn't even tell Mathias was a blonde. Once again, Niels was consumed by emotion and he placed his head on Mathias dirtied shirt and tried to sniffle back some tears.
"I should have went with you." Niels said in a choked voice. "The bicycles frames weren't that important, I'm sorry."
Over and over Niels kept sobbing how sorry like a mantra. It was only interrupted when a hand stroked his hair. For a moment, Niels thought it was Eirik but when he felt motion in Mathias chest, he bolted straight up and he saw Mathias staring at him with his eyes half opened.
Shaking, Niels couldn't say or do anything he just sat there looking stunned at Mathias whom struggled to give him a cocky smile. "Eirik! Eirik come here! He's..." His voice broke off but he heard two pair of feet climbing the stairs. They both looked stunned at the now breathing Mathias and Tino left, quickly going after a doctor instead of a priest.