Surprisingly, this is my first Hetalia fiction. And my first fiction ever to be honest that I'm posting online for others to read. I would appreciate any criticism you have on anything I need to improve on. I hope you enjoy the story. I'm sorry if some of the characters are a bit OOC...

As the rain beat down on the windows of the brightly lit house, everything was peacefully quiet. Arthur Kirkland sat on a chair, watching the rain as he drank his tea. Ah, yes, this was what he imagined everyday to be like. It was going quite nice to, until his phone rang. He sighed, setting his tea cup down to answer it.

"Kirkland residence, Arthur speaking." He said, looking out the window at the rain once again. He blinked after a moment only hearing breathing on the other end. "Hello? Look, if this is some kind of prank then don't call this number again." He huffed out, slightly annoyed now as he hung up.

"Bloody wankers…" He muttered, going back to his tea. He set the cup down once more, closing his eyes, thinking back to what happened earlier at the G8 meeting.

*flashback*

Arthur looked up from taking notes to stare at the events unfolding in front of him greatly amused.

The scene played out a little too perfectly, in his opinion. He turned his head and looked over at Germany who was watching, along with all the other nations not involved. He was broken out of his thoughts by a loud voice yelling.

"Let go of me, you commie!" Alfred shouted, trying to get away from Russia. Again.

"You brought this upon yourself comrade, da?" Russia answered, not really struggling to keep his hold on the American.

"Guys, what are you doing?" Matthew called, trying to speak up to be heard. He was only ignored. Again…

"I agree with my dear, Mathieu," Francis said standing up from beside said nation. "What is going on all of a sudden? Normally it would be Angleterre and I who disrupt this meeting first." The Frenchman concluded.

Arthur took a breath and forced down any comeback he came up with. The meeting was already in chaos, he didn't need a headache to go with it.

"Dude! I did nothing! The meeting was going fine until the commie said something about the states! I had to protect the dignity of my land, you know?" Alfred answered.

"I believe it was you who added to the fire was it not? It could have ended if you didn't bring Soviet history back." Russia said a childish smile on his face.

Alfred paused, pondering it. "How did I bring back something that never left?" He snarled, glaring at the Russian.

"Silly American. Russia has not been Soviet Union for very long time."

"This is meaningless! Both of you sit down!" Ludwig yelled, already getting a headache. "America, Russia is not a Soviet Union anymore. I suggest you refrain from calling him a communist. Russia… I don't really see any wrong on your part but try to focus."

Alfred pouted and moved Germany, changing topic. "Alright, so me being the hero and all I think its time we discussed something important. Global Warming!"

The meeting progressed on, with nobody listening to America rant on as usual.

*end flashback*

"Now that I think about it… America was acting a bit strange today." Arthur wondered aloud. He shrugged and brushed all thoughts away getting up. He washed his used dishware, putting it aside to dry before heading into his bedroom.

Half an hour later, a wet haired Brit walked out of the bathroom, a towel around his neck. Not feeling all that tired yet, he turned on the television to watch something.

Arthur watched a movie a little while afterwards not finding anything on TV. He sat back on his bed, and watched it until his eyes dropped shut.

The sound a movement woke the British nation in the middle of the night. Arthur opened his eyes, and blinked at the figure standing in front of his bed. He let out a (manly) scream, before his vision went back.

*page break*

Arthur awoke to the sound of footsteps. He began to panic when his vision was invaded by only back. "H-hello?" He called, hearing the footsteps become louder. His mind began to race with multiple thoughts in that one moment. First, he was either kidnapped, or… He was kidnapped. Second, he wasn't familiar with his surroundings, which made it hard to escape if the chance came. Not that he really could with the blindfold on. Third, his hands were tied behind his back, and he was leaned against a cold surface. The last thing that drove him to start hyperventilating a bit was the fact that he didn't know why he was here or who is captor was. His heightened senses didn't help to ease the tension either.

Arthur was brought out of his thoughts when the footsteps stopped right in front of him.

"Who are you and what do you want? I assure you if you're after my magic you won't be happy with the results. I've been told my magic is nothing but a hoax…" He admitted feeling a little brought down by saying that. Sure, he wasn't the best… But he couldn't be that bad at it right? He froze at the sound of laughter.

"I know your magic is terrible. That's not why you're here. Just chill and relax. I'm not planning on hurting you… Too much." The voice called, laughing again.

Arthur clenched his jaw, feeling slightly annoyed. There was one thing that kept nagging him in the back of his mind. He knew that voice. He had heard it so many times before that it wasn't hard to figure out who it was, but he wanted to believe that the nation he raised wouldn't be this cruel after all he'd done. [1] Sure, he didn't have to, but he wanted to. He knew the boy could take care of himself. Especially after that bull incident… Poor creature never saw it coming! He shook his head to rid himself of that kind of thinking. There was no way it could be him.

Hearing movement, the British nation turned his head towards the direction it came from. He heard a chuckle, the sound of a chair being dragged across the floor, which he assumed was what he was sitting on, before it stopped.

"It's actually quite… Fun to see you frightened by the slightest of things. "The great former empire only relying on his instincts." The voice came again, this time calmer. Much too calm for Arthur's liking.

"All I had was instincts back then," He began, hesitating to the question that wouldn't leave him. Whether it was fear of knowing, or for the sake of keeping himself sane a bit longer; he didn't know. Arthur took a breath and closed his eyes behind the blindfold.

"Just… Exactly who are you… And what's your real reason for taking me hostage?"

Silence rang through the room after Arthur finished. Sky blue eyes blinked as they watched his ''prisoner''. How was he supposed to answer that without having Arthur think he was a crazy? Sure, he was into all that magic stuff and always claimed he had his mythical friends around, even though you never saw them; but this was… Well, this was reality; reality liked to bite you, hard. He thought about it for a bit, going over in his head how he would explain it. In the end, he decided it would be best to just say it straight.

"I'm your son, Alfred F. Jones and I am the king of all vampires…." [2]

Alright! Well that was the second chapter. It was actually easier to write this then the first chapter now that I have a plot to work with, and I know exactly how I want it to play out now. Anyway, here's some info:

1.] Alright, I have always heard that Francis and Arthur raised Canada and America. And in the anime they did have a quarrel over who got America, so that's where the whole bull reference comes in. In my opinion I see Arthur as a father figure for America, so I went with that. If I'm wrong, I am sorry.

2.] This actually goes with the first explanation, so there isn't much to say here... *awkward silence*

Anyway, I hope you liked the second chapter! I will get to work on the next. For now, I hope you enjoyed!