A young boy ran through the woods giggling his twin brother Matthew would never find him. He was terrified of the woods he would probably ask their neighbors Gilbert and Ludwig to come find him.
Alfred giggled again; his bright blue eyes twinkled with mischief and mirth. His dark gold hair was getting in his eyes. He wore a small jacket over a dark blue t shirt with the American flag on it. He wore dark pants and a pair of boots fit for a child of eight years.
As he wandered past a small cave he heard a voice whisper towards him. The voice lifted itself to Alfred's ears
'Sweet one come here'.
Alfred stopped such a warm and comforting sound, it made the boy practically weak-kneed.
'My lovely come here' it called out to him again.
Alfred's eyes glazed over a silly smile went over the boy's face. The voice had called him its lovely; he wanted to be its lovely with all his heart.
Alfred began to walk into the cave and as he wandered he saw a figure seated far into the cave. The figure didn't move. Alfred wondered if the person was asleep.
'This way my lovely, perfect closer my sweet'
Alfred smiled even more he had such a warm fuzzy feeling building in his chest. When he reached the figure he noticed it was a solider wrapped in an old cloak. It wore old leather boots; a very old soldier's uniform that looked like it came straight from the Revolutionary War. It appeared to be a British solider from his uniform. He also appeared to be of high rank due to some of the added accessories to his uniform like the many badges and gold stars and buttons.
Alfred pushed the hood of the cloak on the solider and gasped.
The man was dead.
His mouth was closed and his skin as wrinkled and petrified outlining his skeleton. He had light short blond hair and slightly bushy eyebrows.
'My sweet don't worry soon I'll be with you, take the knife form my side'
Alfred did as he was told he held the knife was tipped with silver.
'Good lovely now run the blade done your arm avoiding the veins'
Alfred couldn't disobey the voice he felt as if he would be crushed if the voice was disappointed in him. He ran the blade down as he was told. He gasped from the pain; it hurt so much and was bleeding so fast he soon felt dizzy.
'Don't worry pet it won't hurt for long just bring the cut to my lips I'll make it all better, trust me lovely'
Alfred smiled the voice wouldn't lie to him he was his lovely after all. He brought his bleeding arm to the body's mouth.
'Open my mouth sweet I can't move please be a dear'
After unhinging the mouth he placed the wound up against the skeleton's mouth.
Soon the body in front of Alfred began to move. It raised its arm up to Alfred's arm holding it pressed to its mouth. It began lapping at his blood. In seconds the body came back to life. The skin turned a light pale peach against Alfred. His hair gained shine and luster. The man in front of Alfred was amazingly handsome.
Soon Alfred began to fade into darkness when he felt his arm released he looked up into shining green eyes that pieced his soul.
"Hello my lovely, are you tired?" The man said to Alfred. Alfred was confused at first then nodded he could barely keep his eyes open.
"Then rest up love I'll take you to your new home" The man holding Alfred now stood up and cradled him in his arms. The man smiled down on Alfred to reveal shining white teeth and two glistening fangs.
As soon as he registered the new information he faded into the blackness of unconsciousness.
The man holding Alfred just chuckled and kissed the boy on the forehead. "Sleep tight my lovely you have a lot of growing up to do before I can make you my sweet little bride"
The man began walking out of the cave when he heard the calls be shouted through the forest.
"ALFRED, ALFRED WHERE ARE YOU?" called out a chorus of children's voices. The man looked down at his unconscious prey and smiled even wider.
"So your name is Alfred what a cute little name for my sweet little pet" he said as he nuzzled the young boy's head "Don't worry my lovely I won't lay a hand on you until you are of the right age and seems you have a few people waiting for you and I can't have that now can I?"
The man grabbed the boy's jacket with one hand and held the boy to him with the other. Without another thought he slashed the jacket it would look like the boy had been attacked by a wild animal and carried of the blood from Alfred's wound would only strengthen the tale.
"now that they think you are gone I won't have to worry about anyone trying to take you away from me" The man smiled he couldn't wait to get back to his mansion in England hopefully that French frog of a cousin had kept the place up to standards if not he smear him across the English moors.
"You'll love your new home my sweet it much better this atrocious American land you have grown accustomed too" he said as he walked to the direction of the coast. He would have to worry about transportation he was a vampire he could fly them to his home in a matter of hours.
He began to hum a lullaby his mother use to sing to him when he was a child. "I haven't told you my name now have I? I hope you can hear me at least, my name is Arthur Kirkland and I am your fate" Arthur said with a kiss to Alfred's head.
Alfred sighed in his sleep and snuggled closer into Arthur's chest happily content in his newly discovered "fate's" arms.
AN: hey every one my first story so be nice no flames please this is a boyxboy fic for hetalia I would love some comments and reviews to see how you all feel about my story and the characters thanks and see you in the next chapter and yeah sorry if I made England out to be a pedo didn't mean to and in the next chapter we will see Alfred grow up to about the age I want him of about 19 so yeah Please leave a review-NekoYugi