Vampire?

Author's Note: Ok, so I just wanted to thank SpicyItalianRomano for coming up with this idea and for helping me on it. You are so totally awesome, but you already know that. So, yes, its another PrussiaxRomania. Also I'm throwing in a few characters from other animes in here, but mostly as stand ins, so ja NOT A CROSSOVER. I'm adding in Bulgaria's capital, Sofia, as his girlfriend. Yes The capital is actually called Sofia and it is NOT my OC. We'll make a game of figuring out who the characters are, where they are from, and what their job is. Like seriously, it's a game, you're playing now, no way out. Ready….GO!

Summary: Valentin's the new kid at school, and being from Romania, he's automatically labled a vampire and bullied because of it. But to Gilbert, he's the most beautiful, innocent thing he's ever laid eyes on and he wants him. But with Gil's fear of beng rejected even more so by his father and Vali's of being bullied even more relentlessly, will these two be able to overcome what holds them back and finally find happiness or will these fears tear them to shreads?

Gilbert stared blankly at the black board in the front of the room, head in his hand, as his friends Antonio and Francis droned on about some new night club they went to last weekend. Unfortunately for Gilbert, he didn't he to participate in any underage drinking due to his being grounded for getting a detention for the umpteenth time. He really didn't want to hear of their escapades if he wasn't allowed to join in. He hadn't noticed when the bell rang, or when his friends got up to go back to their seats, nor did he notice his homeroom teacher bring in a new student. "Alright, alright. Settle down everyone, into your seats." called out Mr. Väinämöinen in a strong Finnish accent. Moving his eyes slightly to the pair in the front of the room, Gilbert looked the new student up and down. Red eyes widened slightly as they locked onto possibly the most beautiful thing they had ever seen. He had deep blonde hair that cropped its way to his shoulders, bangs swept casually yet neatly to the side, over his forehead. Amazingly bright blood-red eyes shined with nervousness as they scanned each person in the room, landing on Gilbert a moment longer than the others. He had the most adorable nose shape and the smallest indentation of a sharp tooth pressing into his lower lip as he bit it. A small bowler hat sat cocked to the side on luscious locks, two ribbons wound around it, held in place by a ruby broach with a gold lace around the edge of the stone, the ribbons, white and red, falling limply past his shoulder. He wore the school's uniform blue plaid pants, a white, high-neck collar shirt, a pale blue lace design on either side of the white buttons, and a tan v-neck sweater with the school's crest over the left breast over it as well as dark brown loafers and a light tan canvas messenger bag slung diagonally over his shoulder, hands clutching the strap. "Every one," Mr. Väinämöinen rested a hand on the boy's shoulder, using the other hand to gesture towards him, "this is Valentin Nicolae. He's not only new to the school, but he's new to the country. He's from Romania." the homeroom teacher smiled. "So you're a vampire?"

"Do you sparkle?"

"Get the garlic!"

"Are you related to Dracula?"

"You're not supposed to wear hats in school!"

"You're not supposed to be out in the sun right?"

"Are you related to Edward?"

"Are you immortal?"

"Don't suck my blood!"

"Do you turn into a bat?"

"I should have brought my stake!"

"Where's Van Helsing when you need him?"

The new student's eyes widened with a nervous worry as each insulting comment was hurled his way. His hands tightened around the messenger bag strap and twisted slightly as embarrassment settled in. All he wanted to do was run out of the room and find a closet to hide in. This never happened back at home. "Do you even speak English?" came and obvious American accented voice. "Alfred!" Mr. V. snapped. "Now enough with all of your comments, all of you." he put his hands on his hips. "Valentin can speak English, and he's not a vampire….right?" he asked as if he wasn't sure himself, turning his head to the new boy. Valentin let out an irritated sigh. Now even the teacher thinks he's a vampire. Great. Not sure what kind of answer to take the silence as, the homeroom teacher dropped the subject. "Right, well, you can go ahead and take that empty seat next to Gilbert over there." he pointed in the direction of a white haired boy who looked extremely bored. "Go on." Mr. V. motioned the blonde forward with a nudge of his hand on his back, propelling the boy to move ahead. With a slight hesitation, Valentin walked to the indicated seat, hands till clutching the bag strap, even tighter this time, as all eyes in the room watched him slowly ease himself into the desk chair. "Okay!" Mr. Väinämöinen clapped his hands, earning everyone's attention. "We don't have anything planned for today, so feel free to take out some unfinished homework, ask me for help if you need it, talk quietly, read a book, take a nap, whatever. Just keep the noise level down." With a smile he turned to sit behind his desk, pulling out a pen and started to grade papers. Gilbert watched the new boy out of the corner of his eye as the blonde pulled out a thick book from his bag and opened it, seeing the other's eyes move as he read. He was so beautiful. Valentin snuck a glance over in Gilbert's direction, moving a piece of hair behind his ear as he did so. Oh yes, he was indeed beautiful, and the German boy couldn't help but stare a little too long because of it. Feeling uncomfortable, Valentin looked away, reverting back to his book, and hoped that weird albino kid would do the same. Just as Gilbert looked away from the blonde boy, he heard a slam and turned to see what the cause of the noise was. It was Elizaveta, hands on Valentin's desk as she leaned over it, Sadiq and Alfred behind her. He furrowed his brows in confusion. Valentin, however, jumped when the Hungarian girl slammed her hands onto his desk, bringing the open book towards his chest, as if to keep it away from her. "Disgusting.", she spat, "I can't believe they actually let mangy, mongrel mutts in here. This is an academy, not a pound." Valentin didn't speak, he was afraid his voice would betray him if he did. "What, cat got your tongue?" scoffed Sadiq. "Cat?" came a tired, distant voice from somewhere else in the room. Sadiq turned his head to the voice, "Shut up, Heracles."

"Aw."

"Well?" growled the girl who still leaned on his desk. "You gonna answer him, or are you just gonna sit there like a dumb-fuck?" Still, Valentin stayed silent, trying to figure out what this girl's problem was. "Dumb vampire is mute!" laughed the American named Alfred. "No, the mock innocence he's displaying now is all a rouse. All Romanians are nothing but filthy liars." Eliza said, eyes not leaving the blonde boy in front of her, whose eye brows were furrowed in insult and irritation. "I second that." was Sadiq's response as he crossed his arms. "Alfred, Sadiq, Eliza, please sit down, you can talk, but sit down." called Mr. Väinämöinen from his desk at the front of the room. The three turned to look at the teacher for a moment before turning back to the Romanian boy. Elizaveta narrowed her eyes and leaned in closer to Valentin, whispering, "I'm watching you, you good for nothing Romanian dog. We're going to make your life here a living hell, don't say anything or it'll just get worse." With that she stood straight and the trio left to their respected seats. Valentin sat still for a moment. Eyes lowering, jaw clenching, he slammed his book shut and shoved it into his book bag. Slinging it over his shoulder, Valentin walked up to his homeroom teacher. "Mr. Väinämöinen, could I use the bath room?" he whispered quietly. The teacher looked up and nodded, "Do you know where it is?"

"I'll find it."

"Then go ahead." Valentin thanked him and rushed out of the room.

Witnessing this, Gilbert got up and marched over to Alfred, Eliza, and Sadiq who all sat together, talking. Eliza was turned half-way in her seat talking to Sadiq who was leaning forward in his desk behind her, Alfred on the edge of his own chair, forearms resting on his knees, listening. Gilbert stood next to the Hungarian and Turk, facing all three of them, hands in fists on his hips, an irritated expression on his face. "What did you guys say to him?" Eliza turned her head to acknowledging the German boy with a flirtatious smile. "To who, Gil?" Gilbert scoffed at her efforts to woo him once more. "Don't play stupid Ellie, what did you guys say to the new kid?" Alfred was the one to answer, "We just welcomed him dude." The other two nodded. "Why are you getting so defensive, man?" questioned the masked Turkish boy. Gilbert raised his eyebrow, why was he getting so defensive about this? He sighed, putting a hand to the back of his head, "Because. Just, watch it guys, okay?" And with that he turned to go back to his seat. Gil knew what it was like not to be accepted and talked down to. That's how he was treated at home, and because of that, he hated seeing others being treated that way. Once he sat back down, he returned to his original position, head in his hand, wondering what they really said to Valentin that made him get up and ask to leave.

Valentin had eventually found the bath room, locking himself in the stall nearest the wall. Taking off his book bag, Valentin put it on the hook on the stall door, put the toilet lit down and sat on top of it, resting his face in his hands, elbows on his knees. He let out a deep sigh. This was not the way he expected his first day in an American school would go. It was a world academy, he brother said, there are a bunch of other kids from all kinds of countries there. You'll be fine, he said. "I hate school." Valentin stayed there in the stall until the bell rang and he left for his second class.

English with Mr. Michaelis wasn't as bad, but it wasn't too much better than homeroom. Reason for this being that Alfred was seated directly behind him. Lovely. Gilbert also happened to be in the same class, all the way across the room though. So for the rest of the class, Valentin sat, trying to do his work while Alfred kicked and pushed at his seat and threw small wadded up pieces of paper at the back of his head. Though Mr. Michaelis had noticed this and did tell Alfred to stop, the American kept going, eventually being placed next to the English teacher's desk. "Now, Alfred, I don't mean to sound like your father, but I've told you multiple times, that behavior is simply not acceptable. Seeing that you will not listen to my warnings, how about you come up here and sit right here, next to me." Said Mr. Michaelis. "Aw! What? Come on, dude! I'm not even doing anything!" Alfred complained, going limp in his seat. The dark haired teacher just smirked at this, crossing his arms. "Valentin, is he bothering you?" At hearing his name, Valentin looked up, gently setting his pencil down. He turned to look at the American behind him who threw him a dirty look before turning back to his teacher. He gave a slight nod, hoping that the American behind him wouldn't see. Without saying another word, Mr. Michaelis pulled an empty desk next to his own and motioned for Alfred to sit there. "Alfred, I am not going to repeat myself." With a groan, Alfred got up and flopped his way to his new seat, but not without smacking Valentin in the back of the head on the way. Valentin rubbed his head as he glared daggers at the departing sophomore. For the rest of the class, Alfred glared at the Romanian, making him extremely uncomfortable.

Next was math class with Mr. Oxenstierna. No Eliza, no Alfred, No Sadiq. Thank you God. Valentin was seated next to a quiet Norwegian boy named Lukas Bondevik. The two got along well, Lukas even asked if he wanted to sit with him and his friend at lunch. "Maybe school here's not so bad. Yet." Valentin thought to himself as he finished another math problem.

It was lunch time, and surprisingly enough, the food wasn't as bad as Valentin had thought. Being a world academy, there was food from all around the world. Neat. He sat with the Norwegian from before and was introduced to his British friend, Arthur Kirkland.

"So, Valentin," Arthur began as the three of them sat down at a nearly empty table in the middle of the lunch room, "Where in Romania are you from?"

"Oh, just a small village in the country side." The Romanian replied quietly, his accent thick. "Why'd you come to America?" Lukas asked, taking a bite of his lunch. "Oh right. I was going to ask that. Was one of your parents given a job here or something?" the bushy-browed blonde questioned, also taking a bite of some very unappetizing British mush. Valentin just played around with his own food before answering with a sigh, "No. My parents actually…died about a month back." came the depressing reply. "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." Arthur comforted awkwardly. "Might I ask, how did you get by?" Valentin looked up from his tray, "Servants." Both the Brit and Norwegian snapped their heads up to stare at the Romanian. "Servants?" Lukas asked. Valentin nodded, "`I lived in a castle, back at my home village. My family has been the….watch dogs I suppose you could say, of the village since it came together a few hundred years ago. I was born in that castle and so was my brother and my father, and so forth. So, yes, since the castle is fairly large, we had servants. They took care of me after my parents died like they always did."

"Awesome." gaped Lukas. Valentin scoffed lightly, smirking at his new friend. "Da, I loved it, I explored it all the time, there are still parts of my home I haven't been to yet." he smiled. "Soo, why did you come to America? You never did answer that."

"Huh? Oh right, sorry. Well my brother has been saving up for a while to bring me here after my parents passed away. As you can tell, he got enough by opening up his own business. I wanted to stay at home, but Aleks wouldn't let me. So, I'm here!" The other two boys nodded in understanding. "So, do you still own the castle?" Arthur asked taking a sip of his bottled tea. "Da, my brother said that I can go there during the summer and for Christmas."

"Artie!" Arthur looked up with an irritated expression, seeing his crush walk up and slam his tray down on the table next to him. "Hello Alfred. What do you want?" Valentin paled at seeing the American. However, a mischievous grin appeared on the other's face. "Artie, I don't mean to scare you or anything, but, you do know that he's a vampire right?" he pointed to the Romanian. Arthur looked at his new friend before replying, "He's not a vampire, you dolt! There are no such things!"

"Says the guy who believes in fairies!" Arthur blushed at this, "You're nothing but a bloody idiot! Get the hell out of here, I didn't want to talk to you in the first place!" The Brit shouted as he shoved at the American. "Artie, knock it off! I'm jut trying to save your life!" Valentin sighed before throwing his fork onto his tray, picking it up and stomping away, out of the lunch room after tossing his food. "Now look what you did!" scolded Arthur. "I'll go find him." offered Lukas, getting up with his own tray and going off to find the run away Romanian.

Finally finding him tucked away in the Library, Lukas spoke to his friend who pretended to be interested in a book. "Valentin? Are you okay?" The blonde looked up for a moment, lowering the book in his hand, "Da, why?" Lukas shrugged, "Well you kind of just stomped off. I figured you must have been upset about something. Valentin shook his head, ribbons swaying, "Nu." he lied. He still remembered what Elizaveta had told him that morning in Homeroom. He knew he shouldn't have been afraid of a girl, but there was something about her that just seemed like every threat she made, she was able to carry out. Easily. "Are you sure?" Valentin nodded, "I….just don't get along well with Alfred, as you can tell." It was Lukas' turn to nod. "Yea, I seen that. Arthur and I have been meaning to ask you, but are you interested in magic at all?" Valentin closed the book in his hand, a smile lighting his face. "Yeah! I love magic, and I like to think I'm very skilled in it as well, why?"

"Well, there's a magic club here at the school that Arthur and I are a part of, and we were wondering if you'd like to join."

"I'd love to!"

"Great, well its after school on Wednesdays and Fridays, and sometimes we have meetings at each other's houses. So I'll let Arthur know," he glanced at his watch, "but, we should be getting back to class." They had first block lunch, so they had a shorter time limit. The class Valentin had at this time was Gym with two dunces who preferred to be called by their first names. Valentin wasn't too comfortable being so casual with his teachers, so he declined to do that. So instead of Isaac and Miria, they were Mr. Dian and Ms. Harvent to him.

After Gym, which he had with Sadiq, who continuously tried to injure in him in some way or another all class period, Lukas' boyfriend Mathias, and a group who was known as "The Bad Touch Trio" which happened to include three guys from his Homeroom, Valentin had History with Mr. Mustang, a former army colonel. Why he turned to teaching, no one was sure. He shared this class with Elizaveta, Arthur, Antonio and a grumpy Italian named Lovino. Valentin loved history class, despite having to share it with Elizaveta. Nothing could turn him away from history, not even Eliza. Then after history, his had orchestra with Mr. Edelstein. This was another class he loved, even more so because he didn't have to share it with any of those bullies. Valentin loved music; listening to it, playing it. He played the violin perfectly, getting to join the strings section on his first day. His last class of the day was Drama, taught by a Madame Red and strange man who often referred to himself as a woman named Mr. (or Ms.) Sutcliff. This was also another class Valentin enjoyed because he loved the theater. Watching it, acting in it, or simply learning about it.

By the end of the day, as signaled by the last bell, Valentin was exhausted. Finding his locker he fumbled with the combination a few times before finally getting it open. As soon as the old metal door shook open, he was grabbed by the shoulder and shoved inside, hitting his head on the hooks within. Turning around as quickly as he could manage, he saw the trio that threatened him all day standing at the opening, a grinning Hungarian gripping the locker door before slamming it shut. "NOO!" Valentin cried as he banged on the metal slab, rattling it. "Let me out! Please! Someone help!" He continued but to no avail. He shook at the door, trying to get it to open, knowing that it was useless to try. He was stuck, and no one would even care to notice.

Author's Note:

Well, I hope you guys liked it so far! I know that a lot of it's just boring blah blah stuff, but it was necessary. Not much to say here except Review and could you guess all the extra non-Hetalia characters? It's easy so you should be able to. Hope you enjoyed this chapter enough to leave a review and want more! See ya later!