Another PruCan? You bet your ass.
I do not own Hetalia.
Chapter Warnings: Violence
Matthew sat in the corner of the party, which he grew tired of quickly. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a man in a black petticoat lead a girl out the backdoor to the alley. He saw his brother looking at him, and he nodded.
They followed the suspicious man into the alley where he lead the girl. Sure enough, the couple were getting intimate, and Matthew noticed the fangs slide out of the creature's mouth.
He handed Alfred the stake, and watched his brother sneak up behind him and stake the vampire in the heart. Alfred turned to his brother and gave him a thumbs up, when the girl grew fangs and started to walk up behind Matthew's older brother.
"Alfred!" Matthew called out to his brother. Alfred whipped around and staked the girl. His brother was the best hunter in London, no doubt about it. He watched Alfred hook the stake on his belt, turning to his younger brother when a voice came from further down the alley.
"Well well. If you keep killing my children, then I'll have to keep making more." After the statement and man stepped out of the shadows. He was wearing black, and had snow white hair, and blood red eyes. Even Alfred paled at the sight.
"A King…" Matthew whispered. The vampire looked Matt up and down. From his chin long blonde hair and his purple eyes to his black boots. Matthew blushed a little from embarrassment. He was only wearing a large black overcoat that barely reached his knees over tight gray trousers, his lace up combat boots a few inches above his ankles.
"Smart one. Anyway, I have come to negotiate." The mysterious vampire turned to Alfred, knowing he was the son on the head vampire hunter in London.
"What do you have to offer?" Alfred asked through his gritted teeth.
"I'll take all the vampires out of London."
"…And what do you want in return?" Alfred asked, now considering the deal.
"Him." The vampire King pointed to Matthew.
"No way. There is no way in hell I am sacrificing Matthew." Alfred crossed his arms.
"It's okay Al…" Matthew whispered.
Alfred's eyes went wide, he uncrossed his arms. "What did you just say Mattie?"
"I'll go with him."
"Mattie…"
Matthew turned away from his brother. He didn't want to see the betrayed look in his brother's eyes, so he walked toward the vampire. The king nodded.
"I'll have them gone by the fortnight." The King answered as he swung an arms around Matthew, leading the shorter toward the alley where he came.
Oh yeah. Takes place in the 1800's. :I Can you imagine Mattie's outfit? x) Canada in gray tights... *nosebleeds* Gilly-poo is a vampire! :O What will happen?! Find out soon~! xD