Hi! This is my Vampire!America and Hunter!England fanfic! It's for IggyGirl14 for winning the game in my last story! This is going to be multiple chapters; there WILL be smut; there WILL be character death and there WILL be feels. You have been warned~! Anyway. Have fun. x33
Chapter One: Arthur Kirkland
Dear Diary,
It's my 16th birthday today. The whole village expects me to be able to kill a vampire. How the bloody hell am I supposed to be able to do that!? Yes; I will somehow convince the vampire to let me near him so I can stab him in the bloody chest and then press my cross against his bloody forehead! He'll eat me before I get the chance!
I paused my writing to rub my face and look at my candle; the wax nearly a puddle on the stick so I fumbled around in my drawer for a new one. It was early in the morning; before the sun rose and I was trying to write my perhaps final diary entry. I shuddered as my hand touched the spare candle; remembering when it was my boyfriend Francis Bonnefoy's 16th birthday.
"Arthur! Arthur, come quick!" I heard my mother screech. I ran downstairs; panic giving me wings. I saw them hand Francis his rifle and I started to sob. "FRANCIS!" I screamed. He turned and looked towards me; sorrow filling his eyes. I ran over to him and begged him not to go. He gave me his last kiss and left; heading into the Dark Forest. I tried to run after him but ran face first into the barrier; which only opened for those that were of age.
"Arthur...we need you downstairs..." Mother called. I slowly pulled myself from my bed and went downstairs; meeting my mother's teary eyes. My heart stopped as she took my hand and led me outside to the funeral pyre. And there, on the cold stone tablet, was Francis Bonnefoy. "NOOOOOOOOOOO!" I cried; falling to my knees and covering my face.
I woke from my memories trembling. It was only a few months ago; so it was still fresh in my mind. I wiped my tears and turned back to my diary.
I'm scared...scared that I'll end up like Francis...like Lovino and Antonio...I don't want to die! Or change...like poor Matthew...like Gilbert, Feliciano, Ludwig...
I dropped my quill; leaving it and the paper on my bed as I pulled my knees to my chest. I cried hard; screaming silently and tearing into my knees as I gripped them. I kept crying and screaming; praying that everyone would forget it's my birthday, forget that I existed...I wanted to be left alone. Forgotten. But only for today. Tomorrow I'll be fine. Tomorrow won't be today until it's tomorrow. I wanted to be forgotten. Please please please...don't let anyone remember what today is...
R&R! Also; if this isn't what you wanted, tell me and I'll fix this for you, Iggy~!
