Something that was eating at my mind for a long time. This is the first multi-chapter fanfic that I have done for hetalia and I'm hoping it goes well. So read and review please.

He walked slowly, quietly through the snow covered streets. He was in Russia this time and he, as always had a job to do. Get in and get out, that was what his boss had told him. How many times had he heard that? More than a few. His green, silver under toned eyes took in everything as he walked through the snow, the cold not affecting him at all. He was a vampire after all, not much effected them anyway. He reached up a darkly tanned hand and brushed light brown, snow covered bangs from his face. He looked good and he knew it, he was I no way fat but he wasn't extremely muscular either, more in the middle. At around 5'9 he wasn't a big guy, but you didn't need to be big when you had his strength and speed. Sure it was cheating but hey he was cursed with this, might as well use it to his advantage.

He sighed as he stopped by a single streetlight. His contact should have already been waiting for him. To give him the location of the target. Or perhaps he had stopped at the wrong street. A quick check of the street signs told him that he was correct on the meeting location. One doesn't send a human to kill a nation you know. One sends another nation but since no one but America really wanted to do it, his bosses wouldn't let him for fear of starting a war. So here he was, the next best option. He leaned against the streetlight and checked his watch, 1200 on the dot, his contact was officially late. Oh how he hated being late, unfortunately it could not be helped. He prided himself on being punctual for every kill, be it a jealous spouse or the president of a small country. He waited another half hour before deciding to call his boss and tell him about the screw up.

Just as he was turning to leave though, his super sensitive hearing caught the sound falling to the ground, with a wet plop almost a street away. Someone without his senses and abilities would have simply thought it was the wind knocking some loose snow of off a building, most wouldn't have even heard the sound. He turned towards it, trying to sense whether it was the woman who was supposed to be his contact, an enemy or a random citizen of Russia.

He moved silently through the snow, almost seeming to float over it, so quickly he was moving. He saw her then, his contact. She was standing under a streetlight on the next street over. So she had been there after all... He watched as she checked her watch before approaching her, she was human so she didn't hear him till he was almost upon her.

"Your late." Was all she said, if he had surprised her at all she didn't show it. She held out a black folder to him.

"Our meeting place was the next street over." He said simply as he took it and began to flip through, scanning the informationand making sure it was on the correct target. After making sure everything he needed was in the folder, he closed it and put it in his jacket for further review later at the hotel where he was staying.

He turned to walk away as a strong and snowy gust of wind blew, pulling the hood off his head and ruffling his hair. He stopped to wait for it to pass. When the wind stopped and the snow settled back down, another vampire stood in front of him. The other was obviously a human before he was turned but also, much older than him. His skin was so pale, the shining moon above them or the snow that swirled around him would be good examples of what he was paler than. Dark red eyes shone brightly under platinum blonde hair.

"Xander." The other smiled, his Russian accent very prominent.

"Dmitri, what are you doing here?" He growled even though if the two were to fight he would most likely lose, being the younger of the two and thus less powerful.

"I have a present for you." He grinned, fangs clearly visible as he leaned in closing the distance between them, his face mere inches from the others.

"I don't want anything from you." Xander took a step back so the two were not standing so close, clearly uncomfortable with Dmitri's proximity. Dmitri faked a hurt look and Xander turned to walk the other way. Away from the man he met while in Alastor's company. As he did, Dmitri's arm reached around him and held a cloth against his nose and mouth. It burned, his throat as a surprised gasp left his mouth and the fumes from the cloth entered. He immediately started to push at the other, feeling himself getting weaker. Dmitri simply held him down and the last thing that Xander saw as he lost consciousness was his contact, looking at him with a smile on her face.

Bitch set him up.

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As the personified avatar of the biggest country in the world, Russia held a very high standing position in his country. Other than the Prime Minister himself of course. So many people tried to kill him on a weekly basis, it was laughable and he laughed at those foolish humans who wished to try. They'd end up in a body bag anyway. Most of his assassins had been from America, and still that fact did not changed. But the fact that this assassin was not human, nor was he a nation. The report on his desk had been so intriguing that he had to go and see the guy. The scientist in him wanted to do experiment after experiment on the man. Remember those stories about Russian experiments? They weren't completely false.

He would finally have a playmate that wouldn't break so easily. His government had been more than willing to give the assassin to him. He was overjoyed. The part of his government that had found him was a very special force trained to deal with weird things like this. Every country had one, they were simply not as open about it as that idiot, America. Russia almost ran down the wooden stairs to the cement room that held him, grinning like a child in a candy store for the first time.

The little cement room was freezing, but that did not deter him not one bit as he gazed at the unconscious man slumped in the chair before him. His hair was dark under the bright light of the interrogation room, bangs covering his eyes. His skin was an interesting caramel color, you didn't really see that much up in the north. He had probably really stood out while he was here. As good as the man looked though, there was something wrong here. He walked around the unconscious man once, seeing his hands bound behind the back of the chair with chains, twice, Russia noticed that the man's hair was not black but dark brown with gold in some places, three times, he saw a slight bulge between the man's shoulder blades but disregarded it, the fourth time around he realized what it was.

"I thought you beat him." Russia said turning to the nearest worker person kolkoling under his breath a his dark aura started to become visible in the air.

"W-we did but he just kept healing." The worker person managed to get out before scurrying away, and suddenly remembering that he had other things to do in the next building. Russia shrugged, his dark aura dying down, wondering why the worker had gotten so scared all of a sudden. He turned himself back to the sleeping vampire in the middle of the room, this was going to be interesting.

Well what do you think? Worse thing you ever read? Best thing since sliced bread? Tell me! In the form of a review. They make me write faster. By the way the Dmitri will be back in later chapters as more of Xander's past IS REVEALED! -ominous music-