A/N I do not own Hetalia and probably never will… All I own is the idea of this story ^-^

Oh and RNOTU (Randome Note of the Update): Don't mix your Cheedios XD and Peeta the purple Polar Bear~ ^-^

Chapter 1: Red Moon

I look up at the snow slowly falling in little tuffs onto my face and at the full moon. The moon's milky beams fall on the snow below my feet, making it shine silver. I breathe slowly and my cold breaths turn into vapor. I prefer nights like this, cold and quite. I walk slowly deeper into the woods around me that I know like the back of my hand. I shove my hands deeper into my cream colored jacket and look around. The maple trees are bear of their leaves and are coated with fluffy white snow. I sigh deeply and smile. This was the beauty of my home, Canada.

I hear the sound of rain pitter patter on my window of my apartment. I open my eyes slowly and peer into the dark room. I sigh and remember my move to London because of my job.

"Matthew, you've been in this business for a good four years and I think you're over-due for a promotion," my boss chuckled. He was a great man and I was a good friend of his son, Alex, a dark skinned Cuban, just like his father.

"Thank you, sir," I said with high gratitude in my voice. I really needed a promotion because I've needed the money. In the morning and afternoon, I'm a nurse at the local blood clinic, (such as taking care of blood donors, treating AIDS, and other blood diseases) and at night, for my part time job, a bartender. I know not the best choice for a part time job, but it helps pay the bills, so I see no harm in it.

"Good, now you'll be leaving for London in a few days, and don't worry, the company will pay for your flight and the first few months' rent of your apartment. The part of our company in London has been needing more nurses due to…" he paused, "the blood shortage," he looked at his son who was sitting patiently in a chair in the corner of his office, "Alex, help Matthew clean out his locker, and I know you two will want to say your goodbyes."

Alex looked at his father and nodded, "Yes, we'll do it right away," and he walked over to me, "Let's go Matthew." He tugged at my hand and I followed behind him, frowning. I didn't want to leave my home, I didn't want to leave Canada, and I didn't want to leave my limited friends behind either.

Soon I was in the blood clinic's locker room with Alex. We began taking stuff out of my locker (which was locker 71) and putting it in a cardboard box.

"Man, it's going to weird without you being here," Alex said as he folded my Canuck poster, neatly, and placed it into the box.

"Ya, but not many people notice me," I replied.

"Are you kidding me? I've never heard of people request a nurse until you where hired!" He laughed.

It was true. Many men and women requested for me to work on them and it made the blood clinic popular. People made a rumor that I make it painless even though all I do it make small talk and they ignore the fact that I'm sticking a needle in them and taking blood.

"Ya, I guess you're right," I said and grinned. We finished cleaning out my locker and we stood up from crouching. Alex grabbed me and gave me a hug.

"I wish you luck out in London and do you have my cell phone number?" he asked as he let go of me.

"Ya, I've had it for a while, remember?" I asked.

"Oh ya, I gave it to you a few years back didn't I? Well good luck and here, for you," he held out a small box. I grabbed the box, unsure, and opened it. A wooden cross necklace laid in the box. "Go ahead and put it on," Alex said.

I put the simple wood cross necklace on and looked at it. Then Alex grabbed my hand and whispered, "Never take it off, you'll thank me later." I looked at him confused, but he just smiled as if what he said never happened. I held onto the wood cross tightly and gulped.

Now I'm in crappy London, with a wood cross hanging from my neck.

I sigh deeply. It's only been three days since my arrival and every single day has been rainy. I grab my glasses of the nightstand that sits next to my bed. I unwrap myself from my silky cocoon a blankets and sheets and put my glasses on. I slide smoothly out of bed and walk across the dark room and look out the rainy window. I have a clear, but blurry view of Big Ben and check the time. 5:23 is what I could make out. I have only seven minutes to get to work! I hurry to find my white work shirt and black pants and slip them on. I struggle to get my black leather belt in the belt loops and buckle the belt. I quickly comb my hair and try to straighten a certain curl that pokes out in front of my face, but it reluctantly stays, so I leave it be. I slip on my black and white checkered shoes, I grab my jacket and bolt out the door.

I call for a taxi and look up. I let the rain fall on my face and I wait patiently. The cool rain reminds me of snow, making me home-sick. I remember my last night in Vancover, my home town.

I was walking through the woods I always walk through. Snow scilently falling. I look at the wood cross Alex gave me and hold it in my hand tightly. I look up at the moon that I could always see but flinch at the sight. It's red. The milky moon that I've always knew was red. It was a crimson red color, almost the same color as… blood.

I shake my head and I hear a honk. A cab finally pulls up I and hop in.

"Where to, kid?" the driver asks impatiently.

"Uh… The Central Blood Clinic, please, and hurry," I say quietly. The cab driver begins to drive down the rainy road. I look out the window of the back seat and look at all the people with umbrellas walking down the sidewalks. About five minutes later we make it to the Central Blood Clinic. I pay the man and hop out. I rush into the white building, caring less how wet I get.

"Hey Matthew-," my co-worker, Feliciano, tried to say, but I rushed pass him. I run down the hall to to time slot. I look for my punch card, but couldn't find it on the 'Out' side of the time slot. I look over to the other side, the 'In' side, to see my card already punched.

"Matthew!" Feliciano says running up to me. I look at my time card, and then at Feliciano. 'Did Feli punch me in because he thought I would be late?'

"Uh, hi Feliciano…," I say unsure if my idea was true, so I just ask him, "Hey, did you punch me in?"

"Hm? Oh ya! I know how you are about 'perfect attendance,' so I though I would be nice and punch you in for you," Feliciao huffs, out of breath(even though he didn't run that far) and smiles.

I was an attendance freak. A perfectionist even. I don't know why, I just have to do everything perfect or else it isn't good enough. People may think of this as a habit, and it is, but to me, it's a horrible curse that I won't grow out of.

"Hey Matthew?" Feliciano waves his hand in front of my face and I look at him. I must have dozed off again, as usual.

"Oh, hey Feli. I must have dozed off, again. Hey let me get my work jacket from my locker and I'll meet you back up at the front counter, ok?" I say laughing embarassed that I dozed off.

Feliciano looks at me cofused and then smiles saying, "Ok, see you at the front desk, and do you want me to pour you a cup of coffee while I'm at it?"

"Yes, please and can you put some maple in it?" I giggle.

"I don't think we have any, but ya, sure," He yells as he runs off down the hall, leaving me stand alone in the hallway that connects to the employee locker room. I sigh and put my punch card back in the 'In' slot and walk into the white room surrouded by grey lockers. I walk up to my locker and open it to find my white jacket and my extra white work shirt, just incase. I slip my work jacket on, sigh, and walk out of the room, looking at my cross necklace.

"Ok, this might hurt just a little," I say to the frightened teenager, who came in to donate blood for the first time. He had short messy blond hair,clear blue eyes, light blue jean shorts, and a salior hat? "Oh, did you see the football game last night?" I ask the boy because he has jersy on.

"Y-ya, I saw it. It was the Queen Park Rangers agents Fulham. I was rooting for the QPR, but sadly Fulham beat them by one goal! And I don't know what the ref was thinking!" the boy says exictedly. I take this opportunity to stick the needle into the crook of his arm and quickly draw the blood. I nod at the boy and keep talking.

"I personally didn't see it but it sounded good," though I'm not into football (I'm into hockey like every Canadian out there) but I still talk to him. The blood bag is almost filled to a pint, so a few more seconds of talking.

"Ya, so when are you going to work on me and get the needle in m-me?" he finally asks shakly.

I smile and the blood bag is full. I slowly pull out the needle and reply, "But you're already done."

"What? No I'm not. You haven't even pricked me with the needle!" he says.

I hold up the blood bag and smile. "Yes you are," and throw the needle in the special garbadge and hand the teenager an "I've donated," sticker. He peels off the sticker and sticks it in his shirt. I also peel off a bandage and place it on the place the needle was.

"T-thank you," he says, hops of the the table and I walk him out the door. He was my last client of the day, but today wasn't very busy like normal. Just three women, two men, and four teenagers, including the boy.

I walk the teenager down the hall and I pull a sucker out of my pocket. "Here. Do you want it?" The teenager, who I just realized is probably sixteen (about five years younger than me) grabs the sucker out of my hand, unraps it, and pops it in his mouth.

His eyes widen when he realizes what he just did and say, "Oh sorry. Thank you," and I smile at him.

"May I ask what your name is? I like to know all my clients names," I say smileing.

"Hm? Oh my name is Peter," he says proudly and we reach the main lobby. I look around but don't see the childs parents.

"Um, Peter. Where are your parents?" I say confused. It was late and I didn't feel it would be right sending him home walking. I check my watch. Nine o'clock pm.

"Oh, m-my parents have me walk home," he said nerviously and he runs out the front door. I stare blankly and planned to run after him, but Feliciano calls me over.

"Ya Feli?" I ask as I lean over the front desk and see to look at what Feliciano is doing on the front desk computer. Solitare, how original.

"Oh, ya," he says and pause his game, "Can you stay late and orginize the blood shelves in the back. You know like take invetory and stuff," Feliciano says.

I sigh. I had nothing planned tonight anyways so why not. It might even give me time to explore the center a little more. "Sure Feli, is all today paper work filed in so you can leave?"

"Ya, just finished and started a game of solitare, but its getting late so its time to clock out," he sighs happily, "I'll make some pasta for dinner, oh Matthew, did you want me to bring some leftover pasta tomarrow for lunch since you where so kind enough to share your today?'"

"Ya that would be great. You always say your pasta is legandry so I would like to try it," I smile politely.

"Ok then. I'll see you tomarrow then," Feliciano finishes and heads to the employee's locker room to punch out and to grab his jacket. He quickly comes back and out the door but pops back in and throws the buildings keys and says, "Don't forget to lock up!" I catch the keys and look t them.

I walk through the long and twisting white halls scilently. Every so often you can see a bullitin board with some news on upcoming events. I stop for a second to examin them but then keep walking till I come to the blood storage room. I walk in the dark room and flick the light on. I grab the clip board hanging on the wall and walk slowly to the first shelf. I begin counting and look at the clip board to see if that was right. 'One,two,three…' I hear a rush behind me and jump around. My heart jumps, but it was for nothing. There's nothing there. I turn back around and begin to count again.

Bang! I jump and look around. "Hello? Is someone here?" I say shaking. I walk down the sides of the shelves till I see a pool of red on the ground coming out from the side a shelf. I press my back agenst the side of the shelf next to where the blood is spilling and move my head slowly around the corner of it. I gasp, but hold it it. I see a man with short sandy blond hair lieing on the ground in the middle of the pool of red blood, leaning against the shelf. I slowly walk around the corner and walk up to the stranger slowly. He seems to be holding his abdomin, wincing in pain. I step on a piece of glass and it crunches. His eyes shoot open and his scared emerald green look at me. He begins to try to scoot away but winces in pain. I run up to him and he hisses, bareing… fangs. I crouch next to him and he gives me a surprised look. 'Did he think I would run away?' I shake my head and reach for where his hand is holding his abdomin but he hisses again. I grip his hand and look at the bloody wound. It looks like this poor man was shot!

"G-get the bloody hell away from me with t-that," He wheezes. I look at him confused and he points to my wooden cross. I lean in closer and he leans away in pain. I take off my necklace, forgetting Alex's warning, and put it on the shelf.

"There better?" I say. The man just looks away and nods. I pick the man up slowly and he thrashes a bit cursing and saying, "W-what the bloody hell!"

"Do you want me to help you?" I ask. He shoots me a confused look but then snorts and looks away. I place him on a nearby table and he holds his abdomin but I pry them off, him hissing every so often but then he stops. I grab the twessers out of my nurse jacket and ask, "Can I remove your shirt?"

The man gives me a weird look but then snorts saying, "D-do what ever you have to do to get these d-damn bullets out," I nod and think 'So he was shot, but how did he survive?' Then I pull the pieces together. This man has super pale skin, he didn't like the cross he was wearing, he has fangs that are covered in red, his skin was cold, and he was probably drinking the blood he found here.

Oh god… he's a vampire…

A/N: OK! This is meh new story Crimsion Night! I thought I woud write this for Halloween! Yes I will continue this story later! I just thought I would finish chapter 1 for Halloween (Sorry it's a day late ^-^")!

^-^ Yes I will update Opposite Day soon but I'm just not motivated right now .'… But its almost done :S… Lets just say it will be done by the end of this week T^T…

So please review and yes I made Sealand 16 for this story because I wanted to. And yes Arthur is the vampire ^-^. I smell Maple tea. No really, tea is done*skips merrily to get tea*

Well till next update!