Worlds Apart
Note: This is based on an AU RP I am writing with a friend.
Pairing: RusAme
Disclamer: I don't own Hetalia and am certainly not earing any Money by writing fanfics.
Chapter 1
Alfred laid on his bed, in the room he got from Ivan. He looked around in his room. The night just came out again. Another night, he had to deal with this vampire. God damn it.
As soon as night fell, Ivan took a stroll through the nearby park. Cold night air always smelled clean and fresh like after a rainstorm. He liked that. It was the closest you could get to nature in a major city. Having done that, he returned home and sat down in the spacious living room entertaining himself with watching TV. Knowing what went on in the world was important, especially for someone like him who was over a century old.
"Is there something else you need, Master Ivan?" An elderly man dressed in a black suit asked.
"No, I'm good. Thanks. It's late, you can retire if you want." Ivan grinned at him.
The man nodded and left.
"What I might want, is already in this house..." He mumbled leaning his head back and closed his eyes while still listening to the TV.
Alfred got up. He knew that he could sleep during the daytime and had to be wake at nighttime. As always he changed his clothes and got ready, to fill Ivan with his power. Even though, he did not like that the vampire always was stronger than him after his 'meal'. He went down to the living room. "Good night, Mister Braginski." He refused to call him by his first and he did not wan to be his pet. He wanted to be free.
Ivan heard familiar footsteps in the hall even above the sound of the TV, but did not react. He remained relaxing on the couch. "Hello, Alfred." Throwing his hands above his head, Ivan stretched and opened his eyes. "How are you today?" He did not really care if Alfred called him by his last name. The servants called him 'master'. Alfred was not a servant.
"I'm okay. What about you?" He asked and walked over to him, but not to close. "Is today the day I can go home?" He asked this almost everyday.
"I'm good. Checked the grounds. No suspicious characters skulking around." He let his hands fall to his sides and looked up at the other man. "You ask me that every day.
"It's my right to know when I can see my family again!" He answered and looked angry. He just wanted to go home and forget about what happened. Vampires and werewolves should not be living in a house.
"I don't think debts like saving your life are paid off that easily by just offering a couple drops of blood..." Ivan replied standing up and approached him.
"It's not a couple drops! You drank enough!" He said and took one step away from him.
Ivan took a couple more steps getting closer to Alfred again. "Saving a life equals the same deed with your people. You know that. So, why ask me the same thing every day? Have you saved me yet?
"You get a lot of my blood! It makes you stronger everyday! I saved you your meal!" He said with almost red eyes. "Now leave me alone!"
He swiftly closed the distance hovering over Alfred's face. "I'm not in danger. So, until that day comes for you to save me, you're staying here." He grazzed Alfred's soft neck with his sharp fangs.
He tried to push the vampire away from him. "No! I'm here since weeks! I have family! You.. you won't get my blood again!" He said even thought he got turned on, every time he felt Ivan sucking his neck.
He was not sure how exactly it worked that werewolf blood made him a lot stronger. He grabbed Alfred's hand which had tried to push him away. His teeth carefully sunk an inch into the warm flesh.
Alfred closed his eyes. The biting did not hurt. The feeling of getting excited about it was what made him conflicted. Eventhough the man was good Looking, he was still a freaking vampire. "No!" He said, trying to push Ivan's head away, so that he couldn't suck his blood.
Ivan grabbed his other hand holding them both in a thigh grip. "You say no, but..." He licked a couple for blood drops from Alfred's neck and looked up at him. "But you like it. How about being a bit more honest with yourself?" He chuckled pushing his leg between Alfred's.
Alfred growled and bit his lip, when Ivan pushed his leg between his. "S-stop! I'm not your food!" He growled. If he was a human he would probably have been a vampire already. At least that's what his fellow werewolves had always said. "I don't like it!" He lied. He kind of liked how Ivan treated him even though it hurt and made him weaker but Ivan stronger.
"I've never considered you food. If I had, I'd drained you dry long ago. The amount I take from you isn't enough to last me even an hour." Ivan said with a light shrug. All that he did was carefully bitting just a bit into Alfred's neck and nibble on the few blood drops. He never sunk in his teeth completely. "And if you don't like it...pray tell, why is your body getting all excited?"
"Tch! I-i'm not excited!" He growled and looked to the side. He was just embarrassed. It did not feel well, but on the other hand it did. He pushed the vampire away and held the place, where Ivan had sunk his fangs in.
"Oh yes, you are. And soon you'll come and ask me to drink from you." He laughed and walked out if the living room.
Alfred watched him leaving and growled. God... damn it! As if he could read my mind..., he thought with a heavy sigh.
Ivan left the moody American to get his actual meal: blood in a bag from the fridge with a straw. Alfred was still in the living room standing against the wall with a red face. "You werewolves are always so moody when you're hungry. I can grill you a rib eye steak. Would you like one?" Had Alfred really been a slave or food, Ivan would have never even offered to prepare even a single meal for him.
"Yes... I want one..." Alfred said coming into the kitchen and looked outside the window. He wanted to leave so badly. Even though... Ivan got more friendly from day to day. But how could he trust a vampire?
"Well, don't just stand there. You have to choose which one you want." The fridge had small ones and big ones. As a vampire he did not eat human food anymore and had them bought just for the wolf.
Alfred followed him and looked inside the fridge. "I... want some of the... little ones." He said and then looked at the pale, vampire. Somehow... it was interesting. He never really had contacts with vampires like this, only in fights.
"Okay." Ivan grabbed two smaller pieces and started to prepare them. "I don't really know exactly about werewolves eating habits." He said thoughtfully. "Do you like...eat only meat?"
"No... I actually can eat everything. Like a humans do. But I prefer meat." He said and looked at him. "Have you never eaten something different than blood? Are you a born vampire? I heard that there are two types of them. The ones who got bitten by one and one those who are born as them. "
"No, I was human once, but that was a long time ago and...becoming a vampire was not by choice." He told him while flipping the pieces of meat. "I can still eat normal food, but it tastes...bland." Ivan did not mind telling some things about himself as long as they were general.
"How... did you become one?" He asked surprised, still interested in vampires.
"I was forced to become one." Was the only answer he gave and put the steaks on he plate. "Here you go." Ivan grinned again, but it was a bit forced.
"But... how?" He asked and looked at him. "Thanks..." he said and got himself a plate and tucked in.
"It doesn't matter how." Ivan mumbled hiding deeper in his scarf and hopped on the kitchen counter. "I am what I an now. It can't be changed." He sipped on his own 'dinner' again. How exactly he had become one was his own business.
Alfred started to eat and then looked at him. "... interesting." He commented with a mouth full of food. "Werewolves are only born. Not bitten or how many people think scratched."
"So I've heard..." Ivan said and gave him an amused smile. Alfred was actually opening up to him, although he had said before he would never do that to an evil vampire. "And your lifespan is the same as a humans."
"Yes... it is. But we have more strength than them." He said and looked at him with a proud grin.
"You see, hear and smell better than them. And you're faster too." Ivan added for him watching Alfred eat the meat and enjoy it quite a bit. "I've known werewolves before."
"Yes... and stronger." He added still having that proud grin. "You are the first vampire, I met."
I've noticed..., he thought in amusement. "And? What's kind of an evil impression do you have of me?" Ivan asked jumping off the counter to throw the bag away.
"I... heard a few things." He said watching him.
"I'm curious...what do they say these days?" Ivan asked genuinely interested.
"They told us that vampires are killers. And that they would rip werewolves apart." He said thoughtful. "And that you could only drink blood."
"Some of us kill to get fresh blood, others don't. But if you want to compare who kills more... Humans in that regard are number 1." Ivan said with a shrug. "As for werewolves, the born vampires see you as lesser creatures, but they're snobs. They see me as a peasant, because I was made into one. Not pure enough and all that." Ivan took a small piece of meat and just looked at it for a second, then ate it just with his fingers. "So...I'm a lesser creature too." He licked his two fingers and frowned still chewing. It might be more edible with blood poured over it.
"True... they keep on killing everything..." he said and sighed a bit. "Tch. They should even try to fight me and my pack. They would beg for us to leave them alive!" He said with a bride grin.
Typical werewolf, he thought amused and chuckled. Ivan had nothing against a good fight, but it required planning not just blunt force. "I've never asked...but how hold are you?" Alfred looked and acted very young. Probably still a puppy even for their standards.
"I'm 19." He answered and looked at him. "What about you? For how long are you a vampire?"
Thought so. You're still a puppy, Ivan grinned lightly and leaned down to Alfred's ear. "A couple of centuries." He whispered into his ear and bit it lightly without drawing blood before taking the empty plates away.
He sighed a bit, feeling the teeth graze his ear and sending a pleasant shiver down his spine, but then he looked surprised. "Really?!"
"Guessing a vampire's age isn't easy." Ivan put the plates in the sink for the servants to clear away later and came back to the other man. "You know...you're not a prisoner here. You're free to leave, but young wolf..." He said the last part with a grin and looked at him. "Since you have a debt to me, a vampire, you have mark of it. Your family members will smell it on you. I don't know how they'll react to that. And before you ask, the mark stays until the debt is paid equally. Only then it's gone."
"What do you mean? Am I smelling now like you do?" He asked confused, before he grabbed Ivan's arm. "Why... did you help me?"
Ivan grabbed Alfred's arm in return and pointed with the other hand. "Look here." The excruciating grip made thick lines visible on Alfred's wrist which went up to his elbow. "As far as I know you don't smell like me, but that mark has a particular odor the older wolves will know what it means." Ivan explained what he knew about it. "Well... you were fighting 4 against 1. That's not fair and on my property no less. So, I decided to intervene."
Alfred looked at the lines with a frown. "So... it's your fault... if my pack wouldn't accept... me anymore..." He said with a sad voice understanding what it really meant. He then looked back at him. "But... you knew I was a wolf." He said surprised. "You saw me... so... Why did you help a wolf? You can't tell me it's only because it wasn't fair..."
"I don't allow any fighting on my territory. Doesn't matter if it's human, vampires or wolves. That's my rule. If someone violates it, they pay." Ivan loosened his hold on Alfred's arm and slowly let go. "We all live dangerous lives. It doesn't hurt to have some backup. And I think you're a cute wolf. But honestly, won't your pack be happy you're alive? I could have just let the others rip you to pieces."
"Yeah... true..." He said and looked at him. "But I'm not cute. After all... werewolves and vampires are not made to work together..." He said and then shook his head. "No... being connected or have contacts to vampires... it's... like... the biggest reason, to not... be in the pack again. Except, we killed one. It's... the highest rule of us."
"Oh you are cute." Ivan laughed a bit. Knowing a couple of werewolves before, he had heard some of the rules they had and some of which that were broken. " Some of the rules are broken, Alfred. That's why there's a fragile peace. But I'm curious...how does it feel to be indebted to a vampire?"
"No I'm not!" He growled a bit and sighed. He then looked up at Ivan. "I know... Don't tell me. But a lonely wolf has not a big chance." He said and looked sad to the ground. "I don't know... I mean... you are not bad, I guess. But all what I was taught... is still inside of me you know?"
"You're only 19. Depending on how long you'll live. You'll see the world is not only good and bad, but something in between." Ivan cupped Alfred's face with both hands and looked at his eyes. Alfred had pretty deep blue eyes. "I wonder...even if you fulfill your debt, how will your pack members react to you living with a vampire?"
"They... won't be happy..." He explained looking away. "Maybe they will laugh at me or something. ... I don't know."
Ivan raised an eyebrow at that. "Why would they laugh? Because you got saved by a vampire?"
"Yes! We are meant to save ourselves! But... I... was to weak... " he said in a quiet tone.
Alfred was cute when disappointed with himself. Ivan decided to try lighten the mood a bit. Putting both hands on his shoulders he leaned down a bit. "I don't think any other wolf would have won. Not alone against four. Which makes me wonder why were they after you anyway?"
"Maybe..." He said and sighed. "Ah... I don't know." He said, but it was clear, that he knew why they did that.
"Perhaps I should ask another time, not now." Ivan grinned knowing Alfred was hiding something and patted his shoulders.
Alfred nod. He couldn't talk about the situation. At least not yet. "Can... I go outside?"
"Sure you can. Like I said before I'm not keeping you here as a prisoner." Ivan moved his hands away.
"Thank you." He said and walked out of the big house. He walked through the woods and tried to get his head free.
Ivan let him stroll around and even if he decided to leave the grounds, he would know. The woods had creatures who kept watch of everything. He was just about to go back to the living room when the doorbell went off. "Good thing, the puppy isn't here..." Ivan grinned going for the front door.
Alfred walked around in the woods, enjoying the dark night. He sighed, knowing that soon would be the full moon. He needed to tell Ivan, that he could not control himself during these nights.
Good? Bad?
It would be great to know what you think. :)