I'm not one to write much about vampires and such, but a friend suggested this idea and I took it and ran with it and so then this happened XD

Enjoy~

(The characters don't belong to me sadly. And beware of Romanito's potty language! :o )

Spain really was never one to care much for immortality. He could've lived the regular lifespan of the average Spaniard and he would've been as happy and cheerful as ever.

But he already had immortality through being a nation anyway, so why did he also have to deal with this fate?!

I've always thought bats were cute~! So when I was little and one bit me, I didn't think much of it. I forgave it and moved on.

And, as you know, I've always been appreciative of food. I love cooking, and I love eating~!

I've also always loved red things. And I've always loved eating red things. Tomatoes, watermelons, strawberries, gazpacho, sangria, jamón serrano…all red things~!

And even back in my conquistador days, I was always surrounded by blood. Red blood. I thought it was normal to lick it off of the tip of your axe and enjoy the tasty flavor of victory!

So when I began to thirst for blood, I suppose it took me a little longer than the average person to realize something might be wrong with me. Something like…you know…that the bat from so long ago might've been more than just your average bat. That it might've been…a vampire. A vampire that I am now, and have been for a long while, whether I was aware of it or not. And now you're aware of it too ~

Heheh…

Spain sighed hopelessly, throwing his arm over his eyes as he lay on his sofa.

He'll never believe me.

"Oh, why am I even trying?" No matter how much he rehearsed his little confession, he couldn't quite perfect it. This was for Romano, so it simply had to be perfect. This is a delicate subject; even the smallest mistake could ruin everything!

Ay, he felt like a teenager rehearsing his love confession speech before knocking on the door to his little tomato's house.

But twenty minutes later he wasn't knocking on the door of his favorite henchman's house, no. Instead, he was knocking on the door of an office inside a hospital in downtown Madrid. Not exactly his preferred place to visit, of course, but it was still a necessary trip.

"Ah! Señor Carriedo!" The man sitting at the desk stood up and greeted the nation with a warm handshake.

"Doctor Martín! It's good to see you again!" Spain shook back with a grin.

"Well, well, are you here for your monthly dose?" The doctor said as he winked at the fellow Spaniard.

Spain nodded. "Of course~! I was getting a bit hungry, and you know what they say~ better safe than sorry!"

After receiving his plastic bag filled with a liter of donated human blood, more than enough to satisfy him for the month, he happily thanked his doctor and headed back to his house in a much slower and much more relaxed pace. He strolled through the streets of Madrid, humming to himself now that he'd obtained a replenishment of his blood supply. This loud humming of his, however, kept him from realizing that his phone was ringing for a solid minute, so once he finally realized the perfect melody was coming from his pocket rather than from his lips he hurried to clumsily answer the very patient person who was still waiting on the other side of the call.

"Diga~?"

"Mon ami! What took you so long to pick up the phone?!"

"Ah! Hola amigo! Ahaha, lo siento~ I thought the phone's melody was my humming again~!"

An amused sigh was clearly heard on the other side of the line. "You should change your ringtone then, Prussia and I always say that! Anyway~ You didn't pick up your house phone, does that mean you're out getting your…tomato juice~?"

Spain chuckled at the nickname he and his two vampire friends had agreed on (which he'd proposed, of course~), and nodded happily, forgetting that France wasn't able to see the gesture. "Of course! It's that time of the month again~!"

France chuckled in what could be considered a slightly disturbing manner. "Ah, Espagne, you sound just like the delicious ladies that I enjoy~ Are you sure you don't want to join in on the fun sometime~?"

Spain frowned in confusion for a moment, unsure of how the subject had suddenly changed to France's clueless victims, but then smiled his characteristic grin again. "You know I love having fun with you and Prussia, amigo, and it's nice of you to offer to share and all, but how many times to I have to tell you? Unlike the two of you, I don't need to drink the blood of virgins~"

"Oui, I know, I meant…ah, never mind…" France groaned in a disappointment that was all too common to him. Oh well, there's always next time. "Well, I called to remind you that our lovely vampire trio is going out to our favorite bar tonight, hmm~? I hope you show up, mon ami, even if you join us on a full stomach…it's less fun with just a vampire duo that's missing it's third member and his…two lush, beautiful vampiric buns~"

"Buns? Francia, I told you I went to the hospital, not the grocery store! I don't have any b- OH!" Spain laughed cheerfully at his friend's oddly sexual tone, believing to have realized what his friend meant. "I keep on telling you, amigo, even though I don't use them on any victims, my fangs are just as sharp as yours or Prussia's~!" As usual, he briefly wondered why France thought his fangs looked like buns…

France chuckled perversely. "Oui, oui, your…fangs~ Well, I'm going to go and see if I can get a head start on finding some dinner~ See you tonight, mon ami~!"

"Hasta luego, amigo!" Spain grinned and returned the phone to his pocket, continuing to walk and hum. For another good minute he noticed his voice seemed to sound a little odd, until he realized that, once again, someone was calling. He whined at having his humming be interrupted a second time, but when he checked the caller ID, his expression changed drastically, and he picked up his phone faster than the speed at which France picks up women.

"ROMANIITOOO~!"

Sadly, Spain had been humming for too long, so he had to settle for listening to his henchman's cute voice through the voicemail.

"Oi bastard, why the fuck won't you pick up your damn phone?! In any case, I found a bunch of old shit of yours in a chest lying around the house I share with fratello. I'd make you come and get it, but the potato bastard's here again and I want out, so I'm coming over, so don't act all surprised when I get there, capisci? And by the way I forgot my key so you better not be sleeping siesta or something because I refuse to wait outside holding all of your shit!"

Spain could hear the abuse Roma's phone went through as it got harshly hung up and the call ended. He quickly got over it, though, and basked in the gleeful news that Romanito was on his way to visit him.

Ayyy~! Romanito is on his way to visit me~! Romanito is on his way to-

He then noticed the plastic bag he was carrying.

Mierda.