Yes a new fic for one of my favorite Hetalia pairing! This is a multi-fic that I've been planning for months, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

This is an AU where vampires exist, set in a world that is kind of like medieval times with small villages and non-modern technology, but there will be a few obvious differences between actual medieval time way of life and this story's world.

Also, vampires can and do eat human food, but it won't sustain them for long and it gives them no real nutrients. It's kind of like candy is to us for them. Human food tastes great, but it serves no real nutrient value, and they can't live off it.

DISCLAIMER: (insert clever way of saying I don't own Hetalia)

Without further ado, enjoy.

La Morte is a famed vampire killing clan known throughout the lands for their near unbeatable skills. Around for hundreds of years, it is rare for a vampire to be found out by them and last for more than a week before assigned to a hunter and promptly killed. No mercy should be shows to the vampires; they are seen as killers, damned by the devil himself.

But of course, just as in most situations, there are always exceptions.

The forest was silent, a thick blanket of snow covering the ground. The moon was high up in the sky providing light to those who dared stay out till this hour.

Gilbert sat on the ground, toying with the ends of his cloak as he waited for the Italian to make his move. Most vampires would be fleeing at the realization of a hunter, especially one of such high training standing so close to Gilbert knew this one wouldn't hurt him. He never did.

After a few minutes of silence, he was getting tired of waiting. Just as he was about to turn around, a bottle filled with thick crimson fluid rolled next to him. As always, he plucked it up and immediately stuffed it into his pocket not wanting to consume it in front of the ever so generous "donor". Once he stored it he flopped onto his back in the snow with a wide smile on his face, "Join me Feli! You know you're always welcomed!" he called into the emptiness of the winter stricken forest.

It was then a figure draped in white robes emerged from behind a tree, looking bubbly as ever as he made his way to Gilbert. "Hi Gilbert!" he greeted happily, plopping down on the floor by him when he finally got to him, "I don't think I'd be able to see you in this snow if it weren't for you clothing" he laughed, reaching out to tug on the dark cloak that draped the Albino vampire.

"I get it I get it, I'm pale! But come on, you can't tell me you wouldn't be able to notice my amazing eyes in the harshest of snow storm?" he asked, fluttering his eyes playfully at Feliciano.

Feliciano cocked his head, staring at Gilbert with eyes squinted and brows furrowed slightly. "Amazing? They're scary!" he exclaimed, mouth twitching as he fought hard not to laugh and reveal that he was joking.

Gilbert feigned distress, shutting his eyes and exaggeratedly covering his eyes with his forearm, "Oh how you wound me, cruel hunter! You may not have driven that stake into my cold heart, but you have wounded my feelings!" an over-exaggerated frown on his lips as he slowly swayed his head from side to side on the snow, leaving a soft imprint on the ground at both sides of his head.

Feliciano giggled at his theatrics before grasping his arm, pulling them away from his eyes. He leaned over him, staring into those ruby eyes closely, "I think you have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen." He said with a small smile forming on his lips.

Gilbert's eyes widened at his sudden closeness, and he quickly turned his head in a poor attempt to hide away his blush. "Y-Yeah I already knew that..'" he mumbled quickly.

They stayed like this for a few moments before Gilbert suddenly felt an extreme cold in his shirt. He yelped shrilly before pushing himself off the ground, Feliciano immediately moving out of the way to avoid being pushed down. He immediately stuffed his hand up his shirt, desperately searching for the source of the stinging cold.

He grasped onto a hard cold ball, and he yanked it out. He was surprised when he looked at his glove clad hands to find the broken up remnants of a snow ball. He stared at it in confusion until he suddenly heard giggling from behind.

His eyes closed to thin slits as he slowly turned around, staring at Feliciano who was now doubled over, covering his mouth to muffle the laughter (and failing).

"Feliciano." Gilbert started as he began walking towards him slowly.

The red faced hunter looked up at him, eyes watering slightly from the force of trying to contain his laughter, "Y-yes Gilbert?" he managed once he calmed himself down slightly.

"What do you think you're doing?" Gilbert stopped a few feet away from him.

"Nooothing" Feliciano sang, looking up at Gilbert with large innocent eyes and a large bright smile.

"Oh I don't think that was nothing, Feli" Gilbert said, a grin stretching on his lips, "I think…" he bent down slightly, "you may have been trying… TO START A WAR!" he exclaimed, quickly grasping a handful of snow before pouncing on top an unsuspecting Feliciano.

"GILBERT NOOOOOOO!" Feliciano shrieked, thrashing about under him as he attempted to free himself from Gilbert who held him down easily with one arm, his other waving around the snowball tauntingly.

"GILBERT YEEEEEEEEES!" he shouted, suddenly letting out a battle cry that oddly sounded like a more animalistic way of saying "wurst" before pulling down the collar of Feliciano's robe and shoving the snowball in.

Feliciano shrieked at the sudden cold burn invading his once very cozy and warm clothes, "Gilbert! No more no more! I'm dyiiiing" he tried to reason. Gilbert only laughed, pinning his arm at the top of his head to prevent his thrashing to move the snow away from his chest.

"Come on, you're trained to killed scary blood suckers! You can take a little snow, can't you Feli?" he teased.

"I-I-I'm killing you w-when you let me go!" he stuttered out as he tried to control his shivering now that most of the snow had melted, soaking into his clothes and leaving him freezing. "Never letting t-take another drop of my blood again!"

Gilbert laughed, leaning in close to the point that their noses nearly touched, "Then I guess I have to hold onto you forever."

Feliciano struggled for a few more moments before completely relaxing under the vampire's grip. He closed his eyes, a small blush on his cheeks Gilbert (wrongly) assumed was from struggling. "Then I resign to my fate with dignity." Feliciano announced.

Gilbert's eyes widened, it should be criminal to look so cute when he knew the little hunter had the ability to tear him apart! But he couldn't help but think so as he continued to stare at his face, feeling himself getting drawn closer, his body reacting without thought as he leaned down lower into the unsuspecting hunter.

It was during this that his grip had softened without thought, which was exactly what Feliciano had been waiting for.

In a flash, he opened his eyes and a cocky grin spread on his lips as he quickly flipped them over, taking a seat on Gilbert's stomach.

"It seems the almighty hunter has defeated the blood sucker, as it should be!" he announced, letting go of the vampires wrists to raise his hands in celebration. "Never let your guard down, vampire, I wouldn't want to have to swoop in to the rescue if another not-so-friendly hunter got their hands on you." He said, smiling down at Gilbert who still had a dumbfounded expression on his face.

It took a few moments for Gil to come to his senses before he burst out laughing, "Right you are" he agreed. 'Shit that was close' he thought to himself, mentally berating himself for what he almost did. Feliciano was a really friendly guy, chances are he didn't realize how unusual it was to be so touchy feely with someone else. And if the way he flirted with different women in every town he followed Gilbert to said anything, he definitely didn't swing that way…

Not that he was sad or anything.

Nope.

Feliciano seemed to notice his sudden distraction. He leaned down slightly and stretched out an arm to prod his cheeks softly. "Gilbert, what are you thinking about?" he asked, head cocked in curiosity.

Gilbert suddenly looked at him seriously, a small frown on his lips. "Why didn't you kill me?" he finally asked after a few moments of complete silence passed between them.

Feliciano seemed caught off guard by the sudden question. He pouted his lips slightly, looking up at the sky in thought after he failed to reply for a minute.

"You don't have to answ-"

"We all need friends." Feliciano suddenly said.

Gilbert's eyes widened slightly, staring at Feliciano closely. He now had a small smile on his lips and finally looked back down at Gilbert again. His eyes were visibly watering, just slightly, which was more than Gilbert could have asked for to see his sincerity. He didn't see Gilbert as a monster…

Hunter's were taught to never have emotions for "beasts", how they were nothing but empty shells of the humans they once were. It was better to end them at once.

But Feliciano… Gilbert smiled once again finally, reaching his arms out to grasp Feliciano and bring him down onto his chest for a bone crushing hug and buried his face in his hair, nuzzling it happily. "Feeeliiii, you're too cute!" he cooed joyfully.

Feliciano laughed into his chest at the other's precious affection, "You're going to suffocate me!" he giggled, turning his head to the side to catch his breath and resting his cheek against Gilbert.

"I can't help it! You're just too cute!" Gilbert said, refusing to let go.

Yes, it didn't matter if Feliciano might not have seen him as more than a friend. It was alright if his feelings weren't shared as far as he knew. Feliciano saw him as an equal, he cared for him, played with him, followed him everywhere he went under the excuse that he was keeping an eye on him. And that was more than enough to keep him happy for now.

Feliciano was glad the vampire was refusing to let him go, it meant the other wouldn't see the blooming blush on his cheeks. Feliciano really didn't know what he felt for now, the butterflies in his stomach and the craving to be held in strong arms was pretty foreign to him. He just knew that he was always at his happiest when in the arms of his vampire. And no one would take that from him. Societal rules be damned.

A year ago

Gilbert lied on the warm summer grass under the bright sun, writhing in pain. Fuck! He wasn't dying, why wasn't this working? Wasn't this supposed to kill him?

He was still very alive, except his entire being was burning as if on fire. He had laid there for at least 10 minutes just taking the pain, hoping he'd burst into flames or disintegrate at any moment! But the longer he waited, the more he lost hope. No, this didn't kill him either.

He screamed in frustration as he rolled onto his knees, crawling away from the sun to shield himself under the shade of the trees. Once he arrived, he turned to drop himself on his back and cool under the shade. His chest heaved roughly and he brought his arm up to check the condition of his still slightly stinging skin. Perfect. It looked untouched, all that pain and not a damn thing to show it was even close to working

He growled, slamming his fist onto the ground as tears threatened to spill from his eyes in frustration. Nothing worked! Why was he damned to live in this retched state!

He couldn't force himself to stab a stake through his heart, the sun didn't kill him, shoving garlic down his throat did nothing but give him a stomach ache until his stomach pushed them back out, starving himself did nothing – he'd only a few times since his turning months ago and his body still refused to give in to starvation. His instincts would beat his will to die.

He didn't want this life. He didn't want to leave his family in fear that his hunger would overpower his will, he didn't want to live an eternity in loneliness, he didn't want to kill people to survive. This wasn't fair!

He was exhausted… just so tired. His body still stung from the burning he went through, and his body was weak from starvation. When he realized he couldn't stop himself from feeding when he was surrounded by people, he ran to the forest to make sure he couldn't hurt another human. They didn't deserve to become food to a monster.

His eyelids felt heavy and he felt relieved. Sleep was one of the few times he had a chance to rest… pretend he wasn't this…thing. Dream of the life he had before of a loving big brother, a loyal friend, an enthusiastic worker.

Gilbert's eyes shot open when he suddenly felt sudden pressure on his chest. It took a few moments for his vision to straighten up when he found himself looking into dull – nearly lifeless – brown eyes. A man stood before him, draped in white robes with a black collar that contrasted with the rest of his attire. He had one foot pressed against his chest, holding him down harshly as he continued to study his face without emotion. They continued to stare at each other for a few moments until Gilbert looked above himself to find his arms latched together tightly a net that seemed to be made of metal.

Wait… he recognized that device.

His eyes widened when realization hit him. These were one of the specialty devices used for vampires. These latches grasped into your skin with small hooks covered in poison that dulled the senses and severely weakened any movement. He moved his hands slightly just to confirm, and the pain that shot down his arms from the hooks stabbing deeper confirmed it. He could only guess the same had been done to his legs if his inability to move them said anything, but the hunters robe had been covering his view.

He would've hugged him if he could, yes! Finally! Someone who specialized in killing his kind had found him.

He couldn't help but laugh in relief, feeling tears streaming down his cheeks when he finally decided to return his gaze at the blessed hunter who had him under his clutches. He would be the one who would finally take him out of his misery.

The hunter's eyes closed to thin slits, watching him curiously. He realized he must have seemed mad for being so happy, but he could care less as he saw the boy, who looked no older than himself; reach into his pristine white robes. He pulled out a beautiful silver dagger, completely covered in engraving of a language he could not recognize.

He bent down over Gilbert, with a free hand reached out to stroke his cheek softly. "Sleep well." He whispered before he reached down to rip open Gilbert's shirt.

He positioned the dagger over his once beating heart and prepared to plunge it in. he looked away from Gilbert's eyes, and despite the empty expression, Gilbert could tell the hunter must have been new. His inner turmoil was evident from his slowness.

Gilbert smiled; glad he at least had the chance to see his savior.

"Thank you" he whispered, before closing his eyes and resigning to his fate.

Gilbert waited for the pain, but it never came.

He peered open one eye to stare at the hunter, trying to figure out what the hell he was waiting for, maybe berate him for his slowness. But what he saw made all words escape his mind.

The once-stoic faced hunter was staring at him, eyes wide in shock.

"W-what are you waiting for?" Gilbert asked shakily. The hunter continued to stare at him in silence, dagger still positioned over his chest, "Kill me! I'm a monster! Please!" he shouted, growing exasperated. No no no, he could NOT have gotten the one hunter with emotions!

The hunter visibly flinched, biting his lip slightly. He shut his eyes and his hands gripped the dagger tighter. Yes, you can do it Mr. Hunter, come on Gilbert mentally pleaded.

He nearly sobbed when the hunter abruptly threw the dagger to the side, rushing to get away from Gilbert. "I CAN'T! I CAN'T DO IT!" he screamed, burying his face into his hands.

Gilbert continued to stare at him in confusion until it hit him; he wasn't going to kill him. "FUCK!" he growled, slamming his head back into the ground. He was so close! So. Fucking. Close! "WHY DO YOU WANT ME TO SUFFER? WHY CAN'T I HAVE A FUCKING BREAK, JUST THIS ONCE!" Gilbert screamed to the heavens.

"You don't deserve it…" he suddenly heard. He stiffened, did his ears go bad? Had he finally lost it.

"You're… you're not a monster" wait. He lifted his head slightly to stare at the hunter who had gotten closer now, seemingly composed once again save for his now slightly disheveled hair.

"You don't deserve it! You're… you're not a monster!" the hunter suddenly spoke up loudly.

Gilbert visibly flinched, his mind in a frenzy of thoughts. So many questions and pleads.

"What?" was all he could manage to say.

The hunter seemed to ponder his words for a while before he replied, "I've been watching you for a few weeks now, you know." He started. Gilbert stared at him, bewildered, how had he not noticed him before?

"I saw you. Trying to kill yourself, I mean." He bit his lips slightly, "I… you're not a monster, are you?"

Gilbert's brows furrowed in confusion, "what? Don't you see what I am!? I'm a monster, I've killed your people!" he shouted.

The hunter visibly flinched at hearing that last part. "Yes, you've killed, but no, you're not a monster. You didn't want to, did you?" he asked. Gilbert didn't reply, so he continued anyways, "You're… different. In the last few weeks, you've done nothing but try to kill yourself, or ask the heavens why you were damned, begging for a chance to go back to normal… you talk to yourself a lot, you know" he said, chuckling slightly at the last part. Gilbert was still at a loss for words.

"Most… they kill without a second thought. They don't remorse. And I realized after a while that… your kind is so close to normal humans. Our kind… we kill without thought, we do it in the name of justice and have nothing to show for the countless of deaths. We kill each other so much that we have a name for the collective massacre of each other – war. And those deaths become nothing to us but large numbers. But your people… you kill to survive, just as we kill animals to survive. The only difference is we farm our food, taking away their freedom from birth, and you take down lives only when you need."

He knelt down beside Gilbert and reached up to his wrists, resting his hand on the restraints, "But not all humans are bad, you know" he whispered as he began to undo the restraint. "Just like… not all vampires are bad." He finished, pulling away the restraints.

Gilbert continued to stare at the hunter as if expecting him to admit he was bluffing and drive that dagger into his chest. But it didn't happen, and he instead moved on the remove the restrains on Gilbert's legs.

"Don't…" he finally managed to say. "Please, don't do this to me…"

The hunter stared at him in confusion, prompting him to continue.

"If you don't kill me, what will I do? I can't go back to my family, I can't risk killing them! I don't know any other vampires, I'm alone, and I just want this to be over right now!" he pleaded, tears pooling in his eyes.

The hunter smiled at him, shaking his head softly.

"You're not alone." He said. Gilbert's eyebrows rose in shock – he couldn't possibly be implying that…

"What kind of a hunter would I be if I let a vampire go free?" he said.

"W-what?" Gilbert stuttered out.

The hunter extended a hand towards him, "Feliciano Vargas of La Morte clan from Italy, now your new babysitter" he winked playfully.

Gilbert continued to gawk at him until he realized what Feliciano was waiting for, and he shakily extended his arm to grasp his hand. "Gilbert… Beilschmidt." He said, a real smile gracing his features for the first time in months, "Your new vampire."

Note: In case if you couldn't tell, Feliciano now draws and stores his own blood regularly to feed Gilbert. I actually really like how this is going so far. They are so adorable… especially together! I'm actually shocked at how non-existent Pruita fics are since this pairing is one of the most canon ones with Prussia openly asking Italy out on dates, saying he loves him, ETC. Well, enough complaining, I will singlehandedly fill up the Pruita section myself if I must!

The next chapter will be pretty cute, so look forward to that!

Preview: Feliciano suddenly yelped, and the vampire nearly smacked himself when he realized he squeezed Feliciano's butt without thought. Damn! My hands have a mind of their own!

Yeaahhh…

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