I don't own Hetalia, Hidekaz Himaruya does. This fanfic was mostly inspired by the Christmas Bloodbath of 2010, plus the fact that vampires have become really big in pop culture. The pairings are multiple and as a warning, slight OOCness by the countries.

Enjoy!

Halloween Bloodbath 2011

Chapter 1: The Beginning

October 29, 2011

Most crises begin with a simple mistake.

Norway twirled a small wooden wand between his fingers as he leafed through the worn book in his lap. He was sitting on a wharf, with a simple lunch spread up in front of him just before the water's edge. He bit into a small loaf of bread before setting it back down, continuing to flip through the book.

"I'd forgotten about some of these spells," he spoke aloud to himself. He shook his head and sighed. "Some of these are downright ridiculous…Trylleformel mot ringorm?" Norway scoffed in disgust. "You'll need more than a chanting spell to get rid of ringworm, of all things…"

He flipped to the next page, and stopped. He squirmed uncomfortably at the spell listed here. "For de elskovssyke…"

It meant 'for the lovesick'. This was a love spell.

Norway snapped the book shut. He had no use for love spells. There wasn't anyone he wanted to love in a romantic way. Long ago it had been different, but now he wasn't interested in relationships.

"Norge!"

Denmark's face abruptly came to mind, but Norway forcefully shook the image away. He may have been married to Denmark—and had done things with him—but things weren't like that now. He couldn't allow himself to fall again.

Scoffing, Norway flipped the book back open. It opened right back to the same page. "Faen," he hissed, scrubbing a hand over his face. He didn't need a love spell! And even if he was in love, the person in question was always in love with him!

…But. But Norway couldn't help it. He was oddly curious about this…he supposed.

I'll just read it out loud, he decided. Nothing is going to happen.

Still twirling the stick wand between his fingers, Norway focused on the page. "Skriv med eget blod på et rødt eple: Orsa forsa forsma. Gi det til den elskede slik at det blir spist og denne blir snart grepet at kjærlighet igjen. Who would eat an apple covered in blood?" he demanded. Shuddering, he moved on. "Skriv på en brødbit: S iopg f g samme—FAEN!"

Norway yelped in pain as a splinter from the wand jabbed into his index finger. He threw the wand aside and clutched at his bleeding finger. With his free hand he was able to yank the offending splinter out with one tug, but the force of the tug caused more blood to leak out. Some drops dripped onto his loaf of bread.

Swearing, Norway sucked on his finger as his leg involuntarily kicked forward. Right before his eyes his lunch fell into the water and quickly began to sink. All the while, the accursed book that had started this remained safe in his lap!

"I'm having the worst day ever," he fumed to himself.

…Magic. He could feel it pulsating in the air. It didn't feel like a summoning spell, but the force of magic was still strong.

His eyes…the world was murky. He couldn't breathe, but he didn't need to. His body was so weak, and there was an ever-encompassing sensation robbing his body of logical thought.

Hunger. He was hungry, so hungry…his body needed nourishment. But what…what sort of nourishment?

In the water in front of him, objects were falling to the ocean floor. He saw something…it looked like a rock, but maybe…maybe…

He reached out, but could barely grasp the object. It squished and felt soggy in his fist. But he didn't care. He slammed the thing against his mouth and took a bite.

Bread…maybe. It was soggy and wet and didn't taste like much of anything. But he ate of the bread ravenously, wanting and needing to abate this hunger.

…Copper. As he sucked on the bread he could taste copper on the surface. It confused him. Did someone not cook this properly in a copper pan? No…no. It wasn't copper.

It was blood.

All at once his world came to life. The water looked less murky and he could see farther. He knew it was because of the blood, but the bread didn't have a lot on it. Pitifully he sucked on the bread in his mouth as hard as he could, but the flavor had dissipated. With the taste of blood gone, the gnawing hunger resurfaced, and the world became darker.

That was it. He knew what he had to do. Simple food wasn't enough to sustain him. Blood had given him a boost and he needed more.

Frantically, he swam to the surface of the water, his mind chanting the same phrase over and over again.

I need blood, I need blood, I NEED BLOOD!

Norway sighed in exasperation, and snapped the book shut. "I might as well go home. My lunch is gone…"

The water ruptured in front of him. Norway gasped loudly and scrambled back as two rotted hands and arms slapped the ground in front of him. His jaw dropped in horror as a rotted body burst of the water and onto land, blazing red eyes staring straight at him. "H-HVA FAEN?"

The body—zombie he supposed—stood up. His clothes were rotted and tattered, but they definitely looked dated. Blazing red eyes stared at Norway. He recognized the armor on the thing's chest, and his heart leapt into his throat. This was a Viking-zombie!

Norway jumped up as well and clasped his hands together. "Who are you? Did I summon you accidentally?"

The zombie-thing grinned at Norway. Two massive fangs protruded out from either side of his mouth. "Blod… Gi meg ditt blod."

Norway blinked, but concentrated energy into his palms. "I don't know what you are, but I'll take responsibility and kill you myself!" a blue fireball burst from between his hands and he threw it at the Viking-zombie.

The fireball hit the Viking-zombie square in the chest. He wavered, but remained standing, though a gaping rotted hole appeared in his chest. "Jeg trenger mer blod nå."

Norway gaped in horror. Simple spells wouldn't be enough to kill this…thing. "Come forth!" he shouted, concentrating his energy on summoning his green troll.

Only…the green troll didn't appear.

"W-Wha…" Norway looked over his shoulder as the Viking-zombie advanced upon him. "Where the hell is it?"

At that moment, the green troll had decided to have fun…elsewhere.

"Lillebror!" the troll had broken into Iceland's house, and was floating outside Iceland's bedroom door. He knocked while grinning. "Lillebror! Ikke vær sjenert! Er du snakke med elskeren din? Er du bekjenne dine følelser?"

"Go away!" Iceland shouted at his closed door. He cursed to himself as the troll started knocking again. "I'm sorry, Oji-san," he said into his cell phone. "But Norway's troll is harassing me."

"He seems to like doing that, Bocchan," Turkey said on the other line. "Why don't you come to my house so you can get away from it?"

Iceland blushed, and curled his fingers around his cell phone. "A-Ah…"

"Lillebror! Del dine følelser! Jeg vil støtte deg!"

"It might come sooner than later!" Iceland fumed. "Guð! Why isn't Norway controlling that thing?"

This human was troublesome. He was fighting with magic and everything in his body, and his blows hurt. The human continued to hurt him, when all he wanted was blood.

Blood…

Blood…

BLOOD.

He lunged at the human and tackled him to the ground. It was a pretty boy, but he was too hungry to care. Ripping a hand through the human's hair, he exposed the neck and sank his monstrous teeth into his throat.

The human thrashed beneath him and tried attacking him with more spells, but he hung on tight to the boy and drank deeply of him. Ah…ah…his blood tasted so good…he could feel life flowing through his body once more. All because of his boy…

…Wait. There was something…familiar about this human. He reluctantly pulled away and looked down into this beautiful boy's face. It had become pale, and he labored for breath. But…but it was so familiar…he couldn't easily forget a face such as this.

…Ah. He remembered. He remembered the wars he had been part of. This boy had been his master, and had led them all to many, many victories.

Norway. The country of his birth. And he was killing him.

He ripped at his wrist and pressed it to Norway's mouth. His body was decomposed, but his blood had turned liquid once more, though admittedly rancid as it gushed down Norway's throat. He was saving his country, but it would mean Norway would be like him.

Be like…

A delightful shiver overtook his body. He was turning his country into the undead. But…but he could feel so many others like Norway. Countries with bodies, with people to protect.

Drinking of Norway gave his body new life. But why stop here? What about these other countries? Why simply leave them alone when they could join them?

The plan began formulating in his mind as he pulled his wrist away from Norway's mouth.

"Scheiße! I'm down again!"

A loud laugh ripped through the Bluetooth. "The hero will save you!"

"There's several zombies coming after me."

"Come on, Estonia! I can't multi-task!"

Denmark laughed into his Bluetooth as he pounded his PS3 controller. He was playing Call of Duty: Black Ops on the Playstation Network, and he was on a team with America, Estonia, and Prussia. "I got that atomic gun! You should see the zombies flying all over the place!"

"I'm about to die!" Prussia shouted over the line. "And I'm sick of having to re-upgrade my weap—SHUT UP, YOU PANSY ARISTOCRAT! IT'S MY TV TIME!" he seemed to be yelling at Austria on his side.

"They're just flying all over the place!" Denmark continued to laugh. "It's—ah, there you are Estonia!" he quickly revived the other country. "Do you see my gun?"

"…How could I miss it?" Estonia asked blandly.

"I gotcha, Prussia!" America cheered. "But where's all the zombies?"

The level did indeed look clear. "There must be a crawler somewhere around here," Estonia said thoughtfully.

Denmark's front door suddenly rang. "Hang on, guys!" he said into his Bluetooth. "I've got someone at my front door! Don't kill the crawler yet!"

He put his Bluetooth on mute and ran towards the front door. Faroe hadn't come downstairs, so Denmark knew she was probably on the internet, or something.

When he saw the person through the peephole, he was quickly glad Faroe hadn't come downstairs.

"Norge!" he cheered. He whipped the front door open. "Did you really come to visit at my house? You never come and visit!"

Norway's appearance looked a little…haggard. His collar was rumpled, his head was ducked, and his bangs fell completely into his face. Denmark couldn't see his expression at all, but his mouth looked a little…pale.

Ah well. Denmark mentally shrugged it off and waved to Norway. "Well, don't just stand there! Come inside!"

Norway began to slowly step one foot over the threshold. He paused for a minute before he stepped another foot over.

Denmark turned his Bluetooth on as he ran back into his living room and picked up the controller. "Guys, I have a visitor! I gotta go, bye!" he abruptly logged out of the game and shut the PS3 off with his controller. "Get settled and comfortable, Norge! I'll set some tea ready, and—"

Denmark stiffened as he felt something press against his back. His heart started slamming as he quickly turned around and saw Norway standing extremely close to him. "N-N-Norge?"

Norway said nothing, and his head remained ducked. His hand reached up through and slowly caressed Denmark's cheek, and slid down and caressed the side of his neck.

Denmark swallowed thickly, and his body grew warm from Norway's touch. "Norge," he stammered, looking down at the top of Norway's head. "I-Is something wrong?"

There was a very long pause from Norway. "…Nei." He suddenly started to rise up on his tip-toes, raising his head and face towards Denmark's.

H-H-He's going to kiss me! Joy flooded Denmark's body as Norway came closer. Norge is really going to kiss me! This is the best day of my life!

But Norway didn't reach for Denmark's mouth. The hand on Denmark's neck slid back to cup his nape as Norway leaned down towards the other side of his neck. "A-Ah," Denmark started, laughing slightly. "Norge—"

A shiver took over his body as Norway's mouth touched the side of his neck. Denmark moaned quietly at the pleasant sensation. "Nor—AH!"

He shouted as a sharp pain erupted from his neck, where Norway's mouth was. Reflexively he shoved Norway away as Denmark himself fell backwards hard onto his couch. Norway smacked into the opposite wall and fell to his knees, his head still ducked.

"H-H-HVAD?" Denmark sputtered, pressing a hand to his smarting neck. "What are you DOING, Norge? You bit me! You bit me really hard! I-I mean, it was incredibly hot, but it hurt!" he removed his hand and gaped at the smear of blood on his palm. "Look, I'm bleeding! You made me bleed!"

Blood was smeared across Norway's once pale lips. Suddenly, Norway raised his head. Denmark's breath hitched, and he felt a stab of fear. "N-N-Norge…"

Those violet-blue eyes Denmark was so familiar with were gone. In their place were bright red eyes, pupils slit, and they stared at him almost maniacally. His face was otherwise unmoved as he slowly stood back up.

Denmark stammered, transfixed on Norway's red eyes. "Norge…"

Norway moved fast. Denmark yelped as he found himself pinned into the back of the couch. He gaped in horror as Norway straddled his waist, and a hand ripped at Denmark's collar, completely baring his bleeding neck. "Å-Åh, min Gud!"

"Shhhhh…" Norway pressed an index finger to Denmark's mouth. Once again Denmark found himself looking into Norway's eyes. All of a sudden, he couldn't look away. "Relax…" Norway spoke in a soothing voice that Denmark wasn't accustomed to. "I won't hurt you, Danmark…"

Denmark swallowed thickly. Those eyes were almost hypnotizing. Just by looking at them, Denmark really did feel at ease. Calm, relaxed…his body felt like it was melting.

Norway kissed his mouth. Lust simmered unexpectedly in Denmark's being. Norway groaned throatily above him as he kissed Denmark deeply, his tongue flicking against Denmark's. He cupped Denmark's cheek with his palm as he broke the kiss, and began to tenderly press kisses against his other cheek, moving downwards…

Denmark gasped as a familiar, pleasant warmth overtook his body. His mind became muddled as he body relaxed under Norway tender ministrations. Something…something seemed odd about Norway, but he couldn't focus on what was odd. He just…

Norway licked at the trickle of blood where he'd pierced Denmark's neck, and sank his teeth in once more.

"AH!" Clarity came back to Denmark too late. He grabbed Norway by his nape and tried to buck him off. But the smaller Nordic hung on tightly. His arms pinned Denmark beneath him, and he pressed his hips against Denmark's waist. "N-Norge, don't…" words were failing Denmark as Norway drank his blood dry.

Norway suddenly broke free, and arched his head and back and hissed gutturally. Denmark felt sick and light-headed, and he struggled for air as his eyes struggled to remain open. Something had happened to Norway. Was it some sort of jinx because it was nearly Halloween? Whatever it was, it had turned Norway into a vampire. And Norway had drained him…

Norway looked back down at Denmark. Denmark wanted to throw up. Just to breathe hurt so much. He felt like sleeping…

Norway raised his wrist to his mouth and tore it open. He held it above Denmark's mouth, which hung open with his labored breathing. Drops of blood trickled into his mouth, coating his tongue. He thought his stomach would turn, but the blood…it tasted good to Denmark. Maybe because it was Norway's blood.

More. His tongue reached out to lick at Norway's bleeding wrist as Norway pressed it against his mouth. I want more…he drank greedily, unable to think past this need.

"Danmørk!" Faroe called out as she came downstairs. "I thought I heard someone at the door! Was—ACK!"

Faroe cried out, and covered her eyes as she saw Norway straddling Denmark right on the couch! "G-Guys!" she wailed. "Can't you do this somewhere private?"

She raised her head again, but froze when she saw Norway was looking at her. His eyes were different…they were scary.

Then she saw the blood on his mouth, and the blood on Denmark, and took a step back. "Nei…"

Sweden slowly closed his cell phone. "…That was strange."

"What was?" Finland asked. He set out a plate of cookies on the kitchen table, to which Sealand and Åland quickly grabbed for.

"I just got a call from Faroe," Sweden said, tucking his cell phone back into his pocket. "She sounded hysterical, but I couldn't understand her Faroese and the line abruptly disconnected. I think I'd better…" he winced painfully. "Go to Denmark's house to see what's going on."

"Do you want me to go with you?" Finland offered.

Sweden shrugged on a coat. "I should be fine. I'm only going to check up on Faroe and Denmark to make sure Denmark isn't doing anything stupid. I don't intend to stay long."

"Can I comb?" Sealand asked, his mouth full of cookies.

"Jag vill gå också!" Åland cheered.

Sweden waved a hand. "I'll go alone. I only intend to poke my head in and make sure they're both okay."

"All right," Finland said. He kissed Sweden goodbye. "Just be careful, Su-san."

Sweden shrugged. "It's Denmark. I can handle him."

Four hours later…

Finland checked the dining room clock and sighed. Su-san is late…

"I'm getting hungry," Sealand complained, leaning against the table.

"Var är Pappa?" Åland asked.

Finland forced a smile at her and smiled at Sealand. "He should be back shortly. I'll go set up din—"

CRASH!

All three of them jumped at the huge impacting breaking noise that came from upstairs. "V-Vad var det?" Åland wailed.

"I'll go check it out," Finland said. He looked at Sealand and Åland. "Both of you stay here and wait for me."

"S-Should I call the police, Papa-Finland?" Sealand stammered.

"Not right now," Finland said, trying to keep his voice calm. "But I'll go see what caused that crash. Neither of you move from where you are now." He repeated the command in Swedish to Åland.

"Just be careful," Sealand said. "It might be a criminal or something."

"Var försiktig, Mamma," Åland said mournfully.

"Jag kommer, älskling." Finland kissed her on the head and forced a smile at the children. "I'll be right back."

Five minutes later, Finland hadn't returned. Sealand looked at Åland, and saw the smaller girl was frightened and tearful. "I'm going to go check up on Papa-Finland," he said, getting up from his seat.

"Bror!" Åland cried out, jumping out of her seat. "Lämna inte!"

"Åland, just wait here," Sealand said, frustrated that his Swedish was still terrible. "I'll be right back."

"Jag talar inte engelska!" Åland complained, wringing her hands.

"Just stay! Stanna!" he emphasized. That seemed to be enough, and the child retook her seat. "I'll be right back."

Still, Sealand was scared as he headed upstairs. This was all too reminiscent for him of what had happened last Christmas, though everyone was pretending that it didn't happen.

Everything will be okay, he told himself. I just know it will be!

The crash had come from Sweden and Finland's room, he was sure. The door was closed. Sealand hesitated before he knocked. "Papa-Finland?"

There was no response. His fear mounting, Sealand knocked harder. "Papa-Finland, are you all right?"

He heard movement inside the room, but no verbal answer. "Papa-Finland!" he cried out, shoving open the door and bursting into the room. "I'll sav—WAH!"

The room was dark, but the porch light illuminated the room from the massive hole in the wall where the window use to be. Glass and pieces of the window frame covered the floor.

And…on the bed, Sweden was shirtless. He was straddling Finland's body, and Finland's head was pressed to his chest.

Sealand cried out again, forgetting the nature of the situation, and stumbled back. "I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to walk in on you guys again! I—AH!"

Sealand slipped on something on the ground and he fell backwards. His hands flailed as he tried to catch his balance. He failed and his butt hit the floor hard.

As he fell though, his hand hit the light switch on the wall. And he saw what he skidded on underneath his toe.

"W-What…" Sealand picked up the cross and held it between his fingers. The chain was broken. "T-This is Papa-Finland's. But why is it on the floor? And why is the chain…"

His voice trailed off as he looked back up at the bed. Sweden was gently laying Finland down against the pillows. But…but Finland's shirt had been ripped open down the front. Blood covered Finland's mouth and chin, and strange noises heaved from his mouth with each intake of breath.

Sweden looked at Sealand. Across his chest, above his heart, was a gash that was still leaking blood. Sweden wasn't wearing his glasses anymore. And his eyes…his once blue eyes were bright red. Absolutely monstrous.

Sweden snapped his teeth at Sealand and hissed, and Sealand wheezed as he saw the fangs hanging from his adopted father's mouth. Sweden slowly stood up, and took a step off the bed. "Come here." he motioned to Sealand.

Sealand felt the compulsion. Terrified and not knowing what else to do, Sealand raised Finland's cross. "S-Stay back! The power of Christ compels you!"

Sweden hissed, and raised his hands as though to shield from a blow. Shocked that it actually worked, Sealand took the opportunity to stand up. He saw Sweden begin to recover out of the corner of his eye, but he bolted from the room and slammed the door shut behind him.

"ÅLAND!" he screamed, pounding down the stairs. "Åland, we have to go NOW!"

"Bror Sealand?" Åland was still in the dining room, hugging Hanatamago to her chest. Without pause, Sealand grabbed her hand and frantically pulled her towards the front door. "V-Vad? Var är mamma?"

"We have to go RIGHT NOW, Åland!" Sealand shouted. They tore out the front door and began running frantically down the dark street. Not daring to look behind him, Sealand struggled in his pocket with his free hand to find his cell phone.

"Bror, SLUTA!" Åland began to cry as she struggled to hang onto Hanatamago with one arm. "Vart är vi på väg? Var är mamma? Låt mig gå!"

"Åland, I can't understand you!" Sealand fumed. He groaned in dismay. "Please, please, please, PLEASE don't come after us!" he was able to punch in a phone number and pressed it to his ear. "Pick up, you bloody toe rag!"

The call thankfully picked up. "Hello?"

"England, you have to help us!" Sealand shouted into his phone. "We're in big trouble!"

"Sealand? Why are you calling me?"

"My adoptive parents have turned into vampires, you git!" Sealand snapped at him. "We need help!"

England scoffed on the other line. "I thought I told you to stop prank-calling me! Did America put you up to this because of Halloween!"

"It's NOT a prank!" Sealand snapped. "I really—"

England hung up on him. Sealand cursed under his breath. "Bloody hell! Where else can we go?"

"Vart är vi på väg?" Åland asked mournfully.

Sealand scoffed in frustration. "I need to find someone who can understand you! Wh—WAIT!" Sealand's face lit up. "I've got it!"

"I told you it's my TV time!" Prussia snapped over his shoulder. He cursed as his Black Ops character fell. "Scheiße, I'm down again! This is all YOUR FAULT!"

Austria scoffed in irritation. "You've been on that game for seven hours. You're way passed your so-called "television time"."

"Why don't you go whine to West if it bugs you?" Prussia taunted him. "Oh, wait, West isn't here! So just SUCK ON IT, you pansy!"

"I've had enough." Austria picked up his coat and slid it on. "I'm going out."

"Where, to see Hungary?"

Austria glared at him. "None of your business."

"None of your business," Prussia repeated in a high-pitched voice.

Austria rolled his eyes as he left out the front door.

"Verdammt! Isn't anyone going to revive me?" Prussia snapped into his Bluetooth.

"Are you finished fighting with your boyfriend?" came a smart remark back.

"He's NOT my boyfriend! Ficken!" Prussia growled in fury when his character fully died. "That's it, I'm getting off!"

As he turned off his PS3, the front doorbell sounded. Prussia snorted to himself. "That pansy probably forgot something!"

Not registering that Austria lived there, and thus had no need to ring the front door, Prussia hurried to the front door, grinning from ear-to-ear. "I'll only let you in if you BEG!"

He whipped the front door open and paused. It wasn't Austria standing at the door. It was a stranger in tattered clothing. He smelled pretty bad too, and his skin looked weird. The stranger stared at Prussia with weird red eyes.

Prussia's own albino eyes blinked in confusion. "What is this, some kind of Halloween joke by America?"

The love spell that Norway chants is an actual spell. You can find it, and other Norwegian spells, at the website 'Heksebua'.