Hey! jasderoanddavid5012 (good god that's a mouthful -_-") here again. Here we go again. Another new story. Usually, I wouldn't start one, especially considering I've never finished one on this site before, but this one was a special request that I just found again. I needed to do this one, and I never got around to it. A friend of mine asked me to write him a Hetalia Fan Fiction, and I said I would. The problem is, I promised him that, never started it, and he died in a car accident.

So out of fond memories, I've decided to make him this story. I didn't really know what he wanted. He never told me other than "Hetalia: UsUK". So I didn't know what to do. I wanted to try and make a horror story, but I'm better at Fantasy, so that's what this is. I hope you enjoy and you'll wait patiently for me to update my stories.

Chapter One: Black Past White Heart

Alfred's resilience had always surprised everyone. He just seemed unable to stop even for a moment. Oh, everyone called him dumb, but he wasn't. He was unmistakably bright. He could figure anything out, given enough time. He could read people. He could learn almost anything by simply watching. He was amazingly resilient. He only acted like a fool. He was a rather mischievous boy. If he was out of sight for a moment, he was always doing something. But most people just thought it was expected. He and his twin brother Matthew were orphans. While Matthew was sweet and could win the hearts of anyone he met, Alfred seemed a little mean spirited. But he wasn't really. He was a sweet child. And everyone in town knew it. They were just a little fed up with him today.

Alfred had jumped the fence once again into Gilbert's yard and begun bothering little Ludwig. He didn't understand why he wouldn't come play with him because Gilbert wouldn't let him. He didn't understand that they were so close. Matthew warned him that it was not right, and then the older brother of the two came out and ran Alfred off.

The two twins went out to the forest. Matthew knew Alfred hadn't meant anything by it. He was just tired of everything. He didn't want to be so alone. The towns people were talking about shutting their orphanage down. And if that happened, they wouldn't have anywhere to go.

Alfred could remember some of what was being said. He could remember some of the names and faces of people from the town too. But most of his past life was a blur. He was a little saddened by it. He knew that they all thought he was dead, and he wandered if they missed him as much as he missed them. But he couldn't go back. He didn't even remember how to get back. Try as he might, he could remember nothing. What had happened next had made sure of that.

He remembered getting mad at Matthew. Something about that if the orphanage was taken down he would be fine because everyone loved him. Matthew cried and told him that he would be okay, and that everyone liked him too. But Alfred didn't want to believe him. Time passed. Alfred couldn't remember much of it. But he remembered the monsters. He remembered telling Matthew to run. They did run, down the path away from the horrible beast that was chasing them. A Werewolf. But it had a pack with it. He just remembered running. Screaming for everyone to take cover. The whole town was in chaos soon after.

He remembered people screaming and running. He remembered pulling Matthew to his feet when he fell. He remembered someone grabbing them and pulling them out of the way. But there was so much chaos, that even if Alfred could have remembered, he doubted he would have understood what was going on. The next thing he remembered was being separated from Matthew and the woman who had been trying to save them. He couldn't remember her face, but he knew he knew her. Then one of them hit him. They hit him hard. His head hit the wall. He thought his skull cracked, maybe some other bones too. There was blood everywhere. But he didn't feel pain. Something was wrong and he knew it. After that, there wasn't much of anything.

But he did see Matthew crying, calling out to him. He was completely scared, surrounded by danger. And heartbroken. Alfred wasn't sure, but he knew that he hated to see that. He hated to see how his brother had been hurt. Because he thought he was dying. That put only a single thought into his mind. He couldn't die. Not now. Because he wanted to see Matthew smile again.

He couldn't remember that smile. But he knew he loved it all the same. He had to live. It was that resiliency that let him live. He knew he had to see his brother again. No doubt he would be older. No doubt he would be different. But he was alive and Alfred knew he had to see him. And that was where they had found him, broken as the creatures left. There were dead people everywhere. Dead and dying. But this small boy was neither. And so, they took him with them.

Them being this strange crew of, well, what could he really call them? Alfred had lived with them, trained with them, for Seven Years, and he still didn't know. He was sixteen now, handsome and tall. His hair had grown back since his injury, and he looked the same as he had then, only taller, more cunning, and his blue eyes had turned icy. It was because this group fought the monsters, with monsters. Alfred was human. But he was a special human. He had become as fast as a vampire, and he could fight one too. He could kill any evil thing he had to. And he was one of a select few humans that could tame demons. If you could call it taming...

Most demons, like Arthur, simply refused to listen to anyone. And Arthur was worse because he could shape shift. Usually between a human and a white horse. But catching him had been the problem. He was a young demon, easily tamed. But he was like Alfred. He didn't want to listen to anyone he couldn't relate to him. So, against Fracis' warnings, Alfred got into the pen with the spirited colt. He got kicked a few times, but he kept standing up. It surprised Arthur. Most humans wouldn't have been able to move after he hit him. But Alfred seemed only curious. He talked to the demon and told him of what he knew of his past. Whether Arthur had a similar past or he felt sorry for him, he finally let Alfred stroke his muzzle. Then raced off again to the other end of the pen to watch the boy. He came forward several more times, and at last, when Francis returned to try and get Alfred out. He let the boy crawl onto his back.

He could still remember how strong, even with how small he still was, the demon was. He kicked and spun and raced onwards like the wind, and yet Alfred knew he wasn't trying to throw him off, only show him his joy at being free. Alfred found it easy to stay on his back. And he enjoyed it. He thought about ignoring Francis when he called, but he didn't want to test the Vampire. Week after week, they spoke and then before he knew it, Alfred realized that he had tamed the demon. He would let no one else touch him, and he even let him ride him. They became good friends, though they often disagreed. And Arthur grew too. He was a tall, white horse, full of power and muscle. And Alfred still enjoyed racing over the fields on his back.

Alfred sighed. He was thinking about his past again...or at least, the giant hole that was his past. He couldn't ignore it much longer. It was bugging him again. Arthur was close by, in his enormous horse form and gnawing at grass even though he really wasn't eating it. He raised his great head and looked at Alfred, ears pricking forward again. Then he brushed his nuzzle up against his chest.

"You've got that sad face again." Arthur said, though really only through Alfred's mind. "Don't worry. We'll find out about your past eventually, and we'll find them."

"How can you always tell exactly what I'm thinking?" Alfred asked, stroking his muzzle.

"I don't really." Arthur replied. "I just know you well. You hear my voice in your head, but we can't really read each other's minds. It confuses people."

"It still confuses me." Alfred replied with a small smile.

"I know you miss your friends, even if you can't remember them." Arthur said. "It had to have been hard for all of you to part that way. But I'm sure they're fine. And you're getting better at remembering things now. Like Ivan. You remembered about him."

"Yeah." Alfred sighed. "We lived in the same village. He was only a little older than me and had a younger sister. But he got bitten by a Werewolf and turned. He didn't know where to go but he didn't want to leave me with Francis either. So he came along. He's a great fighter now too."

"He's helping you to remember, little by little." Arthur said. "It's good for you to remember."

"Do you really think I'll find them?" Alfred asked. Arthur huffed a little impatiently and nudged his face firmly but gently with his muzzle.

"Of course you will." Arthur replied. "Humans have a strange ability to bump into one another again and again, even when everyone thinks it should be impossible."

"You're such a silly demon..." Alfred replied. Arthur didn't respond other than to lay down and lay his head into Alfred's lap. Alfred stroked the demon's head. It was a little strange to think about it, but they both knew it was true. They had fallen in love: a human and a demon. A forbidden love. And yet it was still love.

Alfred sighed again, but a little more contently now. Strange. That was the word that summed up everything that had happened to him. Being and orphan. Surviving a Werewolf attack. Being raised partly by a Werewolf he had hardly known from before. Being trained to fight monsters by a monster, a vampire. Taming a demon. Falling in love with that demon. It was a strange life alright. But he still wouldn't have traded it for anything.

Alfred looked up. He had heard someone call his name. It was Ivan. That was impossible to miss. He was in his human form now, but he still stood out from other humans. He was tall and had broad shoulders. He was hard to handle in this form. Where Alfred had blonde hair, Ivan had pure white hair, like snow. And his eyes were lavender. No one could mistake them as being related. There were too many differences. Then when he turned into a Werewolf he was still different. He was a large, pure white wolf. He could be mistaken as an Alpha wolf. That's how large he was. Though he had nearly perfect control over his beastly instincts, he was still a fearsome looking creature. And one you wouldn't want to mess with.

Ivan knelt by Alfred and smiled at him. Alfred smiled a little back. He hadn't known much about Ivan before, but he had taken good care of him after their strange misadventure. He was like an older brother to him, even if he was a Werewolf. Arthur didn't greet the Werewolf either way. Partly because he had come into the pen where they had kept him as an untamed demon several times to get Alfred and snapped at him. He didn't like him that much. But Alfred did, so he didn't try and run him off.

"How are you?" Ivan asked.

"I'm fine. A little nervous though." Alfred replied.

"Yeah, it's your first time going out with us to hunt isn't it?" Ivan asked, smiling patiently.

"No it's not that." Alfred replied. "I've just got a weird feeling. It's not a bad feeling. Just a feeling. Like something's going to happen."

"You said that too, or something like that, the day those Werewolves came." Ivan said, once again taking the opportunity to try and get Alfred to remember something. "Do you remember that?"

"No..." Alfred replied. Ivan didn't seem put out. This was a ritual they had been doing for seven years. He wouldn't force it on him. He just smiled patiently again.

"Well you did." Ivan said. "You said you felt like something bad was going to happen. Gilbert responded by whacking you on the head. Next time I saw you, you had a pack of Werewolves on your heals."

"That sounds lovely." Alfred said, smiling a little.

"Well, we'll be leaving soon. We're going to Herbert. Do you know the town?"

"No...well...wait...maybe..." Alfred replied, some distant memory tugging at him.

"It was the town next to ours." Ivan explained. "You should remember. Anyway, neither of us have been near that area in seven years. Maybe we'll see some people."

"And you're okay with them seeing you how you are now?" Alfred asked.

"Eh," Ivan replied, shrugging. "They'll have to find out eventually. There's a lot of monster activity in that area. Francis thinks it might be better to just evacuate the whole area."

"Because they'll like that idea."

"We have to do what we have to do." Ivan replied with a smile.

"True enough." Alfred sighed. Arthur suddenly shifted and raised his head, snorting at the Werewolf.

"And where is the Vampire now?" The demon snorted. "Feeding again? He'll get fat."

"What an unkind thing to say." a voice replied. Alfred turned to look, to find Francis sitting behind him in the grass. He winced without meaning to, which made Arthur snort angrily at the vampire. Francis quickly backed away rather than inviting the wrath of the demon.

"I told you not to sneak up on us." Ivan growled a little at him. He had never liked being near the Vampire, though he knew that he wasn't going to hurt anyone.

"Sorry, sorry." Francis replied. The Vampire was tall, pale and his fangs were strangely obvious. He had long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He hadn't seemed to age at all since Alfred first met him. Francis was the man -for he had at one time been a human- that had started this group nearly a century earlier. He called them the ShadowWalker Clan. They took in anyone that had grudges against those monsters that proved themselves to be evil -for not every monster obviously was evil- and could be trained to fight them. And he was a master at training everyone he could. "I'll make more noise next time. Alfred, could you get Arthur to settle down? He's giving me a rather nasty look, and I'd rather not be charged by an angry demon."

"Easy." Alfred told Arthur, patting the horse's side. Arthur was standing now, pawing the ground. Arthur paused a moment. "Easy Arthur." Arthur at last snorted and turned around, gnawing on grass again but still listening.

"Thank you." Francis replied, perfectly happy. "Well, we're going to Herbert as you know. Alfred, you might just meet some people from your old life. It'll just be the four of us here going."

"I thought you said there was a lot of monster activity happening there?" Ivan asked.

"There is." Francis replied. "But don't worry. We'll be more than enough. There's a group of Vampires in this particular village, terrorizing the humans. They haven't done much damage yet, and they're not organized. And we'll have to leave before the undead hunters appear. But we should get out in plenty of time. And, they like to gamble, with horse races." Arthur's head instantly came up.

"No way." He snorted. "I'm NOT a horse."

"But they're racing fire mares." Francis said. Everyone paused. Fire mares were beautiful horse beasts that were easily tamed. But they were fast, and left scorching hoof prints wherever they went. "And of course, the track is very difficult. The riders often fight each other. Alfred would do fine. He may not be able to keep up with a running vampire, but he can fight just as quickly as a vampire. And with his knives and his bow and arrow he should be fine. But Arthur if you don't think you can outrun a few fire mares then I guess we can't try it."

"I can outrun those ponies." Arthur snorted angrily. "I'm a demon."

"Good, then you'll do it."

"Of course."

"But wait." Ivan said. "You said they like to gamble."

"I did." Francis said. "We're gambling us. They don't mind having humans or Vampires, and most Vampires would jump at the chance to kill a Werewolf. They'll take it."

"And if anyone we know is there?" Ivan asked. "What then? Do you really think they'll just let us risk our necks to save them?"

"They'll have to." Francis said.

"Whatever." Alfred yawned. "It's fine. Arthur can beat them. So lets go."

"Well...okay..." Ivan said.

"Well it's all settled then." Francis said, clapping his hands together. It was a deceptive act. He seemed like an airhead, a Vampire you could defeat. But everyone in the ShadowWalker Clan knew better, much better. "Let's head out. Ivan, change forms for me, and Alfred, get on Arthur's back. You won't keep up otherwise."

They all stood to obey. Arthur hated to be ordered around by anyone. He only listened to Alfred because he liked him. But he was too excited about the chance to prove that he was faster than fire mares to say anything. Ivan snarled, instantly changing. His long white coat became fur, thick and covering his whole body. He grew larger, almost to the size of a battle tank. Alfred checked his weapons. He had his bow and his arrows slung across his back, and all of his knives -27 in all- strapped out of sight on his person. Then when he was sure they were all secure, he climbed onto Arthur's back.

Like so many times before, they two of them instantly felt a connection. It was as if an electric jolt ran through both of them. Like a wild mustang, Arthur pawed the ground, ready to be off and running. Alfred patted the demon's strong neck, assuring him that they would be leaving soon. Arthur seemed strangely savage, and Alfred looked strange on his back. Fragile, and yet strong. Evil and yet good. And savage and yet kind. He seemed like a warrior, at home, and yet there was kindness in his eyes. They were a strange pair indeed.

Francis looked the three of them over, as if appraising them with his calculating eyes. Then he nodded to himself, and turned. He took off at a dead run, passing over ground quickly like a strange specter. Ivan took off after him, bounding effortlessly away. The two of them seemed graceful, strangely magnificent. And Alfred could understand why humans both loved and feared these races. Arthur pawed the ground again, and Alfred tightened his legs and grabbed a hold of Arthur's mane to steady himself. As soon as he was secure, he bounded away, his hooves pounding on the ground as if his every movement was smooth and effortless. He was fast, and within moments, he fell in beside Francis and Ivan, fearless in their presence. Alfred could feel it between his legs, the will to run, and the ability to go faster, much faster.

Arthur wore no saddle and accepted no bit. No one could tell him where to run. He was free, and Alfred was struck once again with gratitude that the demon had decided to share his freedom with him: a human. Alfred wondered again why the demon had announced to the human that he had fallen in love with him. It seemed to make no sense. He had all of the freedom in the world, and yet he had tethered himself to one place, because he loved him? Why would he fall in love with him? A boy who couldn't even remember all of his past? It was a complete mystery. And yet, Arthur himself was a mystery. Alfred remained silent, leaning in close to the horse's body as it pounded the ground away beneath him quickly, feeling his rhythm. A few times, his chest would brush the horse's shoulders. It always excited Arthur when they touched like this. There was something strangely intimate about it.

A trip that would have normally taken hours took only a few minutes. Enough so that Alfred didn't feel any tiredness or stiffness in his limbs at all. And he knew that even running as hard as he had been, that Arthur was no where near tired. However, when Francis finally stopped him, Arthur still worried over Alfred quietly. If he was too tired to race, then he would fall off. And that would be deadly for such a fragile body. But Alfred assured him that he was alright, and Arthur was satisfied. He knew that Alfred didn't lie to him. Ivan walked over, panting to Alfred reassuringly.

"It's going to be tough." The Werewolf said. "Will you be ready for this?"

"Life is tough." Alfred replied. "I'm ready. But do you think anyone we know is here?"

"Many of them. I can already scent them." Ivan replied. "They'll probably be forced to watch the races. They make humans race on normal horses so they can tear them apart. I hope no one we know is out there."

"The race is already probably full." Alfred reassured him. "We'll just take their place."

"Alright you three." Francis called. "Let's go. It'll start soon."

Without letting Alfred slip off of his back, Arthur turned and followed Francis at a walk, trying to make himself look as much like a normal horse as possible. It certainly wasn't hard. He looked like a normal horse. Only his speed and his ferociousness gave him away. Ivan followed close behind. They followed the path, noting that the town was deserted. Everyone was watching the races. The road finally ended. And there was huge track. People lined the streets, and Vampires watched them. Three humans were nervously lined up on horses in the starting gate. There were twelve racers in all. Alfred and Ivan both recognized the three humans a people they recognized.

One was tall and burly with blue eyes and blonde hair combed back over his head. One was shorter, with brown eyes that were nervous and brown hair. The last one was Matthew. Alfred could still remember him. He had longer blonde hair than him, and the same blue eyes. He looked incredibly sad. But Ivan wasted no time. He snarled and sprung forward, making the normal horses scream in terror, wheeling away and carrying their startled riders with them. Several Vampires jumped forward, slightly confused. But Ivan wisely retreated, and Francis stepped forward, patting the snarling Werewolf's side.

"Easy Ivan." Francis said. At that name, several humans looked up. Alfred dimly recognized all of their faces. "Sorry about that. Must have seen someone he recognized. He used to be human."

"Who the hell are you?" A vampire snarled. Alfred didn't even bother to try and remember what he looked like. He wouldn't be here long. But he was mounted a fire mare.

"Oh?" Francis asked. "How rude. Manors aren't what they used to be. Oh well. The name's Francis." A Vampire glanced at Alfred and snarled.

"And the kid?" he asked. The humans looked and gasped. They could certainly recognize him.

"Alfred." Francis replied. Then he addressed the humans. "He is who you think he is. You're not dreaming. And we'll explain everything later. He's got a bit of amnesia, so don't feel put out if he doesn't know you." then he winked at Ivan. "I've done this quite a lot actually." Ivan rolled his eyes.

"You're all together?" the first Vampire asked. "And I take it you want the boy to race?" The humans that knew Alfred all began to cry out at once, to warn him, and Alfred knew Matthew's voice was in the din. "Shut up!" The Vampire snarled.

"The answer to both questions is yes." Francis smiled. "And of course, we've come to gamble. If you can outrun this uh...horse...then you can have the four of us. If not, you'll have to let the humans go." There was suddenly silence.

"That horse?" The Vampire asked.

"Go take a look at him if you want. But I advise you to stay back. There's a reason that he doesn't wear a saddle or have a bit." Francis replied with a smile. One of the Vampires carefully came forward. He eyed Arthur suspiciously, but he looked normal to him. Then he looked up at Alfred.

Arthur didn't like that. He angrily tossed his head and reared up, bringing his front hooves down on the Vampire's arm -who was at least smart enough to try and move- snapping it in two. The Vampire yelped in surprise as he felt the bone give. It was extremely hard to break a Vampire's bone, and no normal horse could do it. He stumbled back, darting out of the way to avoid Arthur's rage again. Alfred pulled back on Arthur's mane to silently tell him to stop. Arthur snorted and tossed his head, pawing the ground angrily. Alfred patted his neck again.

"Well I did warn you..." Francis said with a polite smile.

"T-that's no horse!" the injured Vampire snarled. "That's a demon!" Again there was silence.

"A Vampire, a Werewolf and a human that rides a demon?" The first Vampire snarled. "Who the hell are you?"

"Oh?" Francis asked, a cruel smile playing on his face. "We're from the ShadowWalker Clan." The Vampires all hissed at the words.

"You're with them?" The Vampire growled. "That group? They're a group of freaks that destroy monsters."

"Freaks. That's not nice." Francis said, ignored the astonished humans. "But yes, we're with them. And we only fight monsters like yourselves who had gotten a bit too...ah...overexcited. In fact, I am the leader of that group of freaks. I have been for almost a century. So this is a formal invitation from the leader of the ShadowWalkers to race this demon. He won't disappoint you."

"A chance to take your group out forever?" the Vampire asked. "I'd be a fool to not take you up. Alright boy, get to the starting gate."

"Why are you telling me?" Alfred asked. "It's not like I can make him go anywhere."

Arthur pawed at the ground angrily again and then stepped into the starting gate. The lights of the city were beginning to come on, and the streetlights were flickering on. But Alfred wouldn't need his eyes. He had trained in pitch darkness too long for that. And Arthur didn't need the light. The darkness was his domain. Arthur snorted and pawed at the ground again, silently. Neither of them had been in a race. He knew that the Vampires were eying him suspiciously, and the humans were watching him nervously.

"Alright, the track is straight forward." a vampire said. "It goes through the canyons. Then it goes back. I hope your boy can last that long."

"How fast should I go?" Arthur asked.

"Let's show them speed." Alfred replied quietly. "We're here to win. And fire mares are fast. Besides, we might have to kill everyone just to win." Arthur acknowledged his response with a toss of his head.

Silence suddenly fell, like a weight. Ivan yawned as if he knew there was no way that they could lose, though really he was scared for Alfred. Francis smiled. Slowly, Alfred leaned forward, gripping the mane of the demon and his sides with his legs. Arthur felt the jolt again and reared up snorting angrily and pawing at the ground. There was no way he would let these Vampires hurt Alfred. And besides. He was definitely faster than fire mares.

The gates opened. The horses all sprung forward, easily bounding away. If the Vampires had hoped to try and kill Alfred right out of the gate, they were mistaken. Arthur did indeed show them speed. Alfred made staying on the demon seem effortless, but it was hard with that first jolt. The Vampires kicked their steeds to get them to run faster to catch the demon. But Arthur was already out of the gate and he wasn't stopping anytime soon. Within moments, the racers were out of sight of the spectators.

All hell broke loose. One fire mare suddenly collapsed as its heart burst, and another tripped over something and fell screaming. The others all plunged wildly ahead. One Vampire pulled out a knife to strike at Alfred, but he saw her, and he pulled out his own knife and buried it in her forehead before she understood that he could even move as quickly as she could. She fell off, and without her rider, the fire mare sprung easily ahead.

Two more Vampires sprung to attack, but they had reached the canyon, and Arthur leaped upwards and landed on the wall of the canyon at a nearly 90 degree angle with the ground. Alfred wasted no time, pulling out his bow and killing the two startled Vampires. But Arthur had much more agility than the fire mares, and more abilities. He leaped again off of the wall, landing on one of the fire mares and his rider and jumping away again. The last three all ran forward. Alfred glanced back. The walls of the canyon were closing into a single mouth. Soon it would only allow one rider through at a time. But the vampires weren't giving an inch to one another. They all pulled out knives, trying to hit Alfred. But he pulled out two knives and blocked their blades. Suddenly, two of the riders screamed as their horses were knocked backwards and suddenly only one was left. At these speeds even vampires would die from hitting the ground.

The last vampire sprung forward. But Alfred was suddenly startled as Arthur changed into his human form. He knew because suddenly he wasn't sitting on anything, and he felt arms wrap around his waist. The Vampire gasped, trying to pull up as she realized the danger she was in from the shape shifter. A demon was bad, but a shape shifter was worse. Arthur carefully pulled Alfred into his arms, carrying him bride style gently. He was afraid of dropping him, and he knew that if he hit the ground going this fast that he wouldn't survive. Alfred simply remained still. Arthur was an oddly beautiful human, and like most shape shifters, he was wearing clothes in his human form, they simply changed into something else in his other form. He had blonde hair and sparkly green eyes. But he had strange eyebrows, and so he hated being in his human form. But Alfred was suddenly reminded again of how handsome he was.

Arthur hit the wall and launched into the air, plowing straight into the Vampire and her steed. They both fell screaming to the ground, and Arthur landed on the ground, absorbing the bone shattering impact in his knees. Then he tossed Alfred back into the air and changed forms again. Alfred gripped the mane of the horse tightly as he raced off to pass the checkpoint, a single lamp post in the canyon that marked where a river had once run. The walls here were stained with blood, sad reminders of the humans who had once made it this far. Arthur carefully turned around in the confined space and then bounded off again just as quickly.

On their way back, they passed over and around dead horses and riders alike. Those fire mares that were still alive were calmly eating the scorched grass and not bothering to finish the race they had started. Alfred gave Arthur a pat on his neck. They were both getting tired now. And the move Arthur had done was extremely dangerous. But Alfred trusted Arthur. And Arthur felt a little honored by that trust.

They burst back into the city with a clatter of hooves and gasps from the human onlookers. Alfred saw Matthew look up from behind his hands, tears in his eyes. Arthur reared up, boxing at the air and neighing angrily. He was heaving like a pair of billows, but he was still angry and ready to challenge anyone. Ivan sighed a little. Francis simply smiled and turned to the few remaining Vampires, who were completely startled.

"Well, I suppose that means we win." Francis replied. "Now for the messy job. Ivan if you would."

An instant later, a howling Werewolf had sprung onto the Vampires. The battle was a short one. Though Ivan was outnumbered, his great size and weight made it impossible for the Vampires to escape. He did receive a nasty wound on his shoulder though. He returned, snarling, to Francis, who carefully inspected the wound.

"Well that's done." Francis smiled. "And that wound's not so bad. Don't worry. I think you'll do just fine. And now for the not so messy part...explanations and reintroductions." Ivan sighed and changed forms, receiving more gasps from those people who had before recognized Alfred.

"This is going to turn into a long night." he sighed. Then he glanced at Alfred. "But though our pasts may be full of darkness, our hearts are still good."

I hope you enjoyed! Anyway, somethings will start happening later on, so stay updated as I continue. And tell me how you think I did. This is my first Hetalia story. So I hope it's enjoyable for the fans. :)