Hi. This is the BTT X Arthur foursome I promised. Well, Spain will be the main here cause I did promise him that…
Warnings: Cursing, blood and OOC-NESS. This also an AU, My first AU at that. And there will be no smut, sorry people who were looking for smut.
Disclaimer: Hetalia: Not mine 'kay~
I'm a failure…Sorry for this Spain but…I'm a bloody failure! Please continue reading…*continues mantra*
On the slightly insane side…
The streets were dark and forlorn. On this town, folks do not go out when the sun sleeps and the moon gazes through the horizon. There were rumours… things that lurked in the dark. Things the citizens grew up believing and at least heard once from the lips of their own kin and friends. The town is in a stand-still when those things crept about. But tonight there is an exception.
A blond-haired young man walked through the streets. His sandy coloured locks messy and untamed, an old traveler's coat hanging onto his petite figure loosely, the dark green ribbon tied around his collar not showing. His emerald eyes surveyed the surroundings. He has heard the rumours first-hand from the sailors on the port even before he arrived. The creatures nesting on the small town…
Arthur Kirkland, twenty-three years of age, has a distinct English accent and of English origin. He has a small physique, a trait he doesn't share to any of his four brothers. His green eyes shone in the moonlight, something he has in common with the rest of the Kirkland brothers. As well as their love for alcohol and bad-temper. Not to mention their very distinct eyebrows.
"I hope Allistor bloody appreciates this." Arthur sighed. "Midnight weeds are rather hard to come by." Arthur massaged his shoulders. They have been aching for a while. "Getting them is another story…" The Englishman mumbled.
Another thing that is shared by the five of them is there involvements with the otherworldly, the supernatural and the magical. The Kirkland family is a well-know producers of magis. A magi is a person which studies and practice magic. Common folks call them wizards, witch, sorcerer and all of those things.
Magis have a natural charm which attracts magical beings and strange, very strange beings. And in this town, lurks unknown beings that hide in the dark corners.
Arthur Kirkland just happens to have an extra deathly allure that always puts him in cross with these beings…
Always…
This could have been avoided if that stupid man just listened.
'This…could have been avoided if that stupid man just bloody listened'
Arthur grimaced at the thought. He is that stupid man.
And maybe he wouldn't have found himself laying on some stone cross-shaped altar and restrained but metal iron clamps…bloody iron clamps.
Not to mention the prospect of being sacrifice in occult ceremony…
Arthur Kirkland, magi, awakened to find himself in some room, clamped onto a sacrificial altar. It didn't help that the room looked like somewhere where cults do their human sacrifices…At least by the looks of that cross across the room.
But there's a good news and a bad news. Good news, there is no wet and sticky blood on the altar. Bad news is that there is some unidentified clumps of better-not-known stuffs next to Arthur's head. And not to mention that the altar reeked…
Of blood.
Arthur felt clamps onto his body. One on both of his arms, one on each wrist and one for each of his feet.
'Way to go Arthur. Allistor and the others will have a laugh at this. A magi to be caught by cultists… And it doesn't look like we can do any spells since we are bloody tied up here! And by what? Thick and strong iron clamps…'
Arthur is starting to get peeved by that irritating voice in his head. But it isn't as if he could do anything about his brain reprimanding him. And having himself reprimanded him is better that being laughed at the face by his brothers.
'Still I cannot stay here and be…well whatever these cultists do. I still have a chance. Cultist are gullible and frankly stupid, I should be able to get them to release me.'
'That is if it is really cultists that caught me…' Arthur shivered. "Being caught by cultists is better that being caught by some pervert that has some fetish about bondage…" he murmured
"I wonder what Francis has gotten us for tonight! It better be good. I'm starving." A brown-haired man said, grin on his face. His hands over his head, stretching since he's still rather sleepy from sleepy.
A white-haired man smiled at the Spaniard. "Knowing Francis, it's bound to be good. French people always have the best tastes." He looked over to the brown-haired man. "Who gets the first bite though?"
The Spaniard looked thoughtful at his friend. "I don't know. Francis already got the first bite last week." The man grinned. "I know! Let's play rock, paper, scissors! Winner gets the first bite, the loser gats the last one!"
The Prussian frowned. "Why the last one?"
"Because Francis must be hungry having to be the one to arrange the dinner and all~"
Arthur heard some steps outside the room. He quickly shot his eyes close as he heard the door open. By the sound of the steps, it must have been two people.
"I won! I get to have it first!" A jolly voice irritated Arthur's ears.
"Yeah, yeah, shut your trap. The awesome me just let you win…" Another voice grumbled.
"No need to be so glum Gilbert~ I'll let you win next time!"
"I don't need it you arschloch! I can win by myself Antonio."
Arthur heard a happy laugh after that. 'Based on their accents, the big idiotic oaf is a bloody Spaniard and the other one is an egoistic German. Great. To be caught by idiots. Great, just effin great!' Arthur thought as he tried to stay still.
Arthur lost in his thought and relief that his captors were such morons, he didn't feel his captors drawing closer.
'Getting out of here will be easy! Well it's better than being caught by per-wahhh!' It took every bit of composure Arthur had not to scream as he felt something wet and slimy lick across his neck. His ribbon, being pulled as leverage. Maybe he should take that back.
Arthur is dead sure he is caught by pervert.
Antonio stared at the man. He was sure that the man tensed. "Are you awake?" he asked, as he curiously waited for the man.
"Oi Toni! What are you doing here?" Arthur could hear the German's voice.
'Damn it! Bloody fucking perverts, of all things…' Arthur inwardly groaned.
'Well at least they're not frogs…'
Arthur's thoughts were cut when he felt cold hand threading through his hair and violently pulled it up. Arthur opened his eyes a bit. He saw tanned skin and thick locks of curly brown hair.
He saw fangs…
'What the hell?'
Arthur felt those sharp…fangs ripped through his skin and pierce a vein. An alarm-pain induced scream from Arthur's lips. He could felt tears in the corners of his eyes. He cursed.
"Get off…" Arthur whispered.
"Get the hell off of me you bloody bastard!" Arthur shouted as a surge of adrenalin pumped through his veins as he headbutted the man on him. He heard the man's surprised gasp.
"Don't you dare touch me, you fucking…" Arthur felt his vision swam and head feel as if it swelled. He collapsed back onto the altar but not before muttering the last part…
"…vampire…"
"What happened?" Antonio lifted himself up from the floor where he has been thrown after the man's violent headbutt. He felt dizzy and was sure that the impact would have dislocated his jaw…
That is if he isn't an undead…
Antonio stared at the man on the altar. The sandy-haired man was panting and it is obvious that he got dizzy from the adrenalin rush.
"Hmm, seems we got a feisty one tonight huh? Francis didn't sedate him thoroughly though…" Antonio turned to glare at the Prussian who ignored him and stared at the man on the altar.
"Seems rough…You alright Toni?" Gilbert smirked at the Antonio, obviously taunting the Spanish man.
"Yeah, I'm fine. That didn't hurt me at all, Gilbert." Antonio stressed the last part. "I didn't get to drink anything though…I only manage to pierce his skin a bit…" Antonio reached to wipe the blood on his lips and unconsciously swiped his tongue on it.
The Spaniard fell silent…
"Toni? You okay? Gilbert noticed the blood on his friend's hand and his friend strange expression.
"This blood…" Gilbert scowled at his friend's pause.
"tastes weird…"
Yey~ I finished the first chapter! God, that was hard! It's sooo lousy~ I hate it! Anyways…yeah, here's what I promise Spain. Will be four-five chapters and no definite time of next update. Sorry! That goes with all my stories so yeah… Definitely not sure if I'll be able to update this one…Oh well…
Review minna-san...
