Disclaimer: Anything related to Hetalia has nothing to do with me, this is mere fanfiction. There's a bit of possible OOC-ness, and gender bending because that is how I roll.

Done this while listening to :

Eyes On Fire- Blue Foundation

Overfire- THC


I'm tired. Living for so long is a bore. Pft. I remembered when I first transformed. I felt so alive. Now, I feel so goddamn dead. What am I even saying. I am dead. I've seen people of power rise and fall too many times, It became quite boring now.

I was born centuries past somewhere in Europe, I won't tell you. Now it's 2011 in one of the...what the humans call it...nightclubs? I think that's it. Partying away, drinking as you lose your senses.

All I knew, I was hungry. Just pick an unsuspecting woman, go on, my mind seem to say to me. I look around. There was one that caught my eye. Silvery blond hair alongside with a pair of amethyst eyes, looking bored while staring at an empty cup. Interesting...so interesting.

"Hello." "What do you want?" My, she's feisty. "Care to dance?" "Fine." Hesitantly she followed me, the dance floor filled with grinding music. I placed my hands on her waist, feeling the grinding of her hips.

Such a strong fragrance. So unique...and this was coming from someone who was smelled various ones. A hit of cinnamon and jasmine, with lavender and rose mixed in. Her arms went up, swaying to the music, while I moved alongside the beat, studying her even more. Not a lot of women that fell for my trap had features like her.

The song has ended and she turned away. Whoa, a loner? I followed her to her seat in the bar. "Stop following me." "You seem to be alone." "I don't want your company." "But you are going to be bored, and so am I. Why don't we just pass the time getting to now each other better?" Your sigh and your expression seem to gave in. "A Norwegian Sunset, he's paying." You said to the bartender. "Make it two."

Every information that you gave, be it from your age to your hobbies to your little brother intrigue me more. I told to you that I was from Denmark, paying Norway a visit. Well, that Denmark bit was true, but not paying a visit, for Norway have been my home for 260 years. Your eyes widened with surprise. Not to mention, you seem to be so weak. Is that harsh attitude a cover up for what you really are?

"You'd want to go somewhere private?" "I..." Don't say anymore, follow me. I took your hand, leading past the crowd, the thumping music, till we reach the back streets. Succumbed by passion we both kissed. I was used to this routine...but with you it seemed raw and fresh, not stale and mouldy. Now here it come, giving your neck a hickey, or so it seems.

I sank in the fangs, pricking on your veins. But then you pushed my head away, revealing who I really was. A vampire. You held your bleeding neck, your eyes now glare at me, but then you fainted. I caught you on time, licking whatever blood there was, licking the wound to heal it. I took you to a nearby motel, paying for the room and watched you sleep. You are a lucky one. I kissed your lips and breath your hair one last time. Ah, maybe it was a blessing that we crossed. But pity, you wouldn't have a single memory of it when you wake up, but then, maybe we'll meet again.