Hi, this is my first fanfic, so please don't hate on it. It's also a crack fic, 'cause I was thinking about Norway and Denmark's personalities, and then supernatural creatures… and I end up with this! Yeah. So anyways… I hope you enjoy. Oh, if you didn't know, Lukas=Norway, Michelle=Seychelles. Kudos to you if you can guess who comes in at the end of the chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia , Hidekaz Himaruya-sama does.
Lukas strode down the long hallway, very much aware of all the beady eyes upon him. He was one of the many of his kind who weren't all that happy (enraged was more like it) at the peace pact between the vampires and werewolves. He didn't have anything against werewolves personally, but he just didn't like the lack of manners and etiquette required for just daily life.
He opened the double doors at the end of the extremely long and boring hallway with a flourish and quietness that went unnoticed by the several people shouting at each other from across the room. Lukas sighed, knowing exactly why the large man at the end of the large conference table was trying to strangle a little girl who was glaring at him and digging her nails into his flesh.
"Everybody shut up!" he shouted, loud enough that everyone could hear him. It was rather comical to see the large man (who actually happened to be Lukas' father) leave the little girl (whose name was Michelle) dangling from his fingertips, before gently setting her on the carpeted floor.
Lukas quietly once again, tired of this happening every time he was just slightly late to a meeting. "Can't we be peaceful as the pact dictates for at least a fortnight?" he asked quietly. He rubbed his temples heaved a giant sigh dramatically. He eyed the mass of supernatural creatures, trying to single out who started the fight up this time.
As one, all eyes turned to an extremely scary looking man standing in the corner. No one had the bravery to accuse the man, since he was really scary-looking, but he supplied the reason himself.
"'e 'nsu't'd Tino," the man rumbled, the deep voice easily spreading in the now-deathly quiet room. The person in question flushed after everyone started staring at him instead of Berwald (who's the giant scary man).
"I'm sure that Feliks didn't mean anything by it, Su-San," Tino mumbled.
Feliks, who heard his name, just had to jump in, saying "Totally. I, like really, didn't mean anything when I said your boyfriend like totally looks like a girl," and went promptly back to filing his nails.
Lukas, who was, unfortunately, used to this, was mentally banging his head on a wall. I don't understand why I have to work with such idiots. These meetings usually ended up with Lukas settling various stupid disagreements between the two races, and then running out of time to actually talk about anything substantial.
"Anyone else have a petty argument for me to solve?' Lukas asked, raising an eyebrow. Silence met his question. He rolled his eyes and tried again. "Seriously, if I don't do this now, you'll just come complaining to me later. Spit it out," he said forcefully.
"Francis sexually assaulted me," a voice blurted. Lukas didn't even need to look through the crowd for the source. A collective eye roll was issued.
"Arthur," Lukas explained calmly, "Francis sexually assaults everyone. And you bring this up this complaint every week, and the bastard still hasn't stopped. You might as well give up." Everyone laughed at that, especially since it was true.
Little by little, people warmed up to the idea of talking, and instead of fighting one another, the mass of people worked together and shared a laugh or two. Lukas felt his lips curl up in a rare, barely-there smile.
~A little while later~
The meeting started, progressed, and ended as usual, with Lukas rushing out of the stuffy room and into the cool night air.
Most legends about vampires were untrue: Lukas didn't sleep in a coffin (he often wondered how people came up with that though), he wasn't in the least bit nocturnal (he could barely stay awake until midnight), and he didn't burn to crisp in the sunlight (in fact, Lukas hated being stuck in a room all day, and all his friends and family say he is claustrophobic).
The moist atmosphere after the recent thunderstorm swirled around him, almost as if pulling him into an embrace. Cool air flowed into his nose, lightening his throbbing headache, and clearing his mind of his entire coven's (1) troubles and worries. Springy grass bent under his boots, and cicadas' chatter filled the air.
Lukas walked along the now-familiar path to a bar near the conference building. The fact that it was situated in a nightclub made it one of the most... uncivilized places he'd ever been to, but he could deal with that, some way or another.
He'd first discovered it when he was overwhelmed by the sheer number of people who he had to listen to and offer advice for. To say he wasn't a positive person would be an understatement. To say he enjoyed listening to other people's problems and solving them would be an outright lie.
The rubber soles of his shoes scuffed along the ground (2) and he reluctantly pulled open the grimy door handle (3). He ignored the people leering at him with well-practiced ease, sat on a chair, and ordered his drink. It was delivered to him shortly, and he pulled the top off using just a bit of superhuman strength.
He brought the bottle to his lips, swallowing a mouthful of the drink and winced. He wasn't fond of human food, especially alcohol, but it helped him loosen up a bit. He'd never gotten drunk before, his vampire metabolism not processing anything that wasn't... you know... blood.
He swiveled around in his chair, peering out at the writhing mass of bodies with boredom, his bottle dangling from the tip of his fingers, when he sensed another not-quite-human being approaching him. What he hadn't sensed though, was the speed the being was approaching him.
"Well, if it isn't the prince of bloodsuckers, come to join me in the fun."
1: I didn't want to use the word coven, as that puts too much emphasis on the fact that Lukas is a vampire, and he's working together with the werewolves (god, this sounds like Twilight). I wanted to put friends, but then that sounds too… close. Any ideas?
2: I wanted to say he was dragging his feet on the ground, but in a more eloquent way. Suggestions?
3: I have never been to a bar. Forgive me if I'm wrong on any descriptors or descriptions. Besides, someone of my age isn't allowed in a bar… I hope...
Hi again… I hope you liked it. If you have any suggestions for a future chapter (again, this is not something I've planned out, so) any and all suggestions welcome. Constructive criticism, grammatical issues, compliments, concerns, please tell me, I will read through all comments. Feedback appreciated!