It was a wondurfull Wednesday evening and Gilbert was at his frand Arthur's crib, dranking some rally nice nice drunks. Arthur was from tha Englands and they have the bast tea ever and even decated tea parties for it (U see it on tv all tha time). But, Gilbert was feeling a little lot strange because he not seen the American for a long time. "Where your friend Alfried at?" He asked Arthur with a matter of concert.
He was not expacting it to come trolling out like a river of bluud, but had err thing to do with the blood cuz Alfried has been kidsnapped by the fucking wearwolves and they were number one enimies of the vampires! Gilbert was scared of both but he saw the tears on his friends face and dacided that the would have to do sumthang to cheer him right up.
"Ok look Arthur I know a hot spainfish guy namned Antonio and he is bast vampire slayer ever." Gilbert told him but he was lying! "He lives in Spain and best you can count on him. Let me call him right now."
Arther was hugging his legs, "Pls pls halp my friend he was best Americia man ever even better then Ron Paws." he cried.
Gilbert eventualy got lose from Arthurs grip and went outside and called his best fucking frend next to Francis, Antonio and told him how he'd lied about him. "Wtf Gilbert you can't just tale lies like tat now what am I gone do? Go out thur and fight a bunch of facking vampires?" He asked he was suddensly scared.
Gilbert looked back at his Englash friend and was decided, "Ya but Francis and I halp you. No one can beat the bad friends trio!" He was confedent!
Later on GIlsbert got back to Antonios cabin where Lovino was mobbing the floors like the good old maid he be. "You missed a spot" Gilbert laughed at him and Lovino was all upset.
"Omg will you just not mess with ham like that, he is sensative." Antonio scolded the Prussiana. "You and Francis keep messing with him then I have to deal with him when he throws fits gosh" Antonio, France and GIlbart sit at the Spanish dining tablet and try to figure out how they gonna pull this shit off.
"I know a vampier slayer." Francis spoken up. They both looked to him with expecting eyes. "His name is Vash and he is Swiss cheese and big ass drunk. But he would help us fight the damn vampires. He hates them stupid blood suckling baskards." Francis rampaged.
Antonio sobbed "Just wat we need, a drunk!" he knew he was screwed.
"But look we go get him and he lives with Rodwerich who is also vampirer slayer champion. And than we have 5 slayers. Wtf a vampire to do?" He asked them and they understood.
Francis was smart but they were all still worried about what they gonna do. Vampires were mean and Kiku theyre ex bast friend forever had left them to thrio when he met fucking Heracles and leftie them. Kiku was a vampire and none of them wanted to sleigh him!
They went about packing their stuff before beginning thair adventure to Austria where Roderich's house was. They were deciided that Gilbert stay behind tho because Roderich would seirously not let them in because Gilbert well U know.
ANotnio and Francis got to Austria within the week and pulled up to his super stylish crib where he was sunbaffing outside. Roderich had brownie hair and the best fucking tan in all of the world. Antonio was staring.
Francis slapped him cause they aren't there to look they there to get shit straight. "Rodeerich we need your help with a blood slugging problam." Francies told him. "Pls we hope you and Vash will help us!"
"Vut Vash is a drunkie!" Roderich said but they knew this and explaned meybe they could change him with black magic or some thang? "Ok" he said and they go inside to try and find the crazy Swiss... to be continued...
