Okay guys, this is my first story ever! I'd visited fanfiction for a while so i thought to myself.. why the hell not actually write one?
This idea has been in my head for a while now, i hope it's okay, and the characters aren't too OCC, please tell me if they are! There's a chance that i'll stop writing this story, if i do, and anyone wants to take it upon themselves to finish it, i will let them.. just ask though :)
Yep, i don't own Hetalia.. this is why i'm on fanfiction ^^... with any furthur ado i give you... CHAPTER ONE!

THE PAIRINGS!
-US/UK -Gerita -Prucan -Lietpol -Rochu -Spamano -Giripan among others (Some will be more emphasised than others)
There will also be slight appearences from other characters :) Some characters will be genderbent too. (Prussia, Canada, both Italy's, Finland and some more)
Oh and there will be character death.

"And now, the main story tonight. As everyone knows, last year, the truth about vampires and werewolves and hunters came out to the world. Everywhere was in chaos. People were, and still are too scared to go out after dark. The main question to ask though, is why is it fair that the human race have to live in fear, while these creatures of the night get to roam free? However, what many people don't know is that a new military program called NCE, or otherwise known as the Night Creature Exterminators, are closing in on these monsters. Killing them to try and create a better, safer world for the human race. We head over to Sergent Luther of the NCE to talk about the new weapon-,"

"Don't listen to that shit Mattie, you'll make yourself sick with worry," A young man with messy, blonde hair and blue eyes exclaimed to his little sister Mattie, whilst flicking the off switch on the TV, that was showing the afternoon news. The fairer, younger girl called Mattie sighed. She looked up at her brother, her unusual violet eyes meeting with the blue of her brother's.

"But it's true. Alfred, you know it's true. Joey told us on the phone the other day. They're closing in on us. The vampires and werewolves too. We can't keep living in hiding anymore," Mattie softly argued with Alfred.

Alfred ran a hand through his golden hair and took a seat next to where his sister was perched.

"But what can we do Mattie?, We haven't got the power, or strength to hold something as big as the millitary off," Mattie shock her wavy locks and chuckled lightly at her brother's doubts.

"Al, we can reply to the letter Yao sent, and attend that meeting with the vampires and werewolves. We need to work something out between us,"

Alfred scoffed. "Yeah right. All they'd want to do is kill us, and I'm way to heroic to let that happen.,"

"But what about Arthur?," A third voice stepped in. The two siblings turned their heads and was greeted by their Japanese friend, Kiku. Kiku was the doctor of the hunters. He was soft spoken, with black hair and sharp brown eyes. Being the only doctor in the hunters group, he was vital, and desperatly wanted to join alliances with the other groups, as he had family and friends within them.

Kiku knew that by mentioning the name 'Arthur', who was in fact, part of the vampire clan, would hit a nerve inside of Alfred. The two had been enemies since the day they met, but it was painfully obvious that they were both attracted to one another, and as much as they hated it, they couldn't deny their feelings towards eachother.

Alfred gulped, and hesitantly said, "What about him?,"

"How do you think he feels?, the only family he has left is his vampire clan, if no one decides to help eachother, we will all fall," Kiku replied.

Truth be told, Alfred had been thinking of Arthur lately. Was it heroic to help the other night creatures, or only help his own clan, and let the others perish?

He knew he had to make a decision soon. For his team was counting on him. Everyone was. If he declined the chance to join forces with vampires and werewolves alike, then the chances of everyone surviving on their own was very slim. Alfred gulped and his eyes hardend.

"Call the others, I'm going to hold a meeting to discuss our choices," Alfred spoke in his usual heroic voice, but it was laced with doubt, fear and worry. But then again, everyone was worried these days.

It was quite a calm night when the NCE began to violently attack and kill the night creatures. They had decided amongst themselves that it would be best to start eliminating the hunters. Unlike the vampires and werewolves, they knew the names, ages, and other important information of each member of the hunter clan. Also, where the vampires and werewolves were able to live forever, and only die in certain ways, hunters, even with their unnatural long lives, could die any way. Through poison, stab wounds and hanging alike.

Anyway, on that fatefull night, a young hunter called Elizebeta Hedervary was quietly walking home after a long days work at the city's top resturant. She was a lovely woman, who posed as a mother figure to all of the hunters. She guided them, cooked for them, cleaned up after them. They would be lost without her.

She was stepping through a narrow alleyway, when her ears began to pick up a second pair of footsteps falling in sync with hers. Her senses screamed to her that she wasn't alone. The hairs on the back of her neck began to stand up. An icy chill shot through her body. She was being followed. Her mind raced through thoughts of what could happen in this dirty, closed off alleyway. Her heartbeat began to quicken. If she was being followed, it was most likely by one of the members of the NCE. Yes she had heard of them, and she wanted to fight against them.

Andrenaline was coursing through her veins at this point, urging her to run, and escape her fate. But she wanted to fight. She had to fight. To prove that hunters were not weak. There seemed to only be one following her at the moment, so she could defend herself. It's not as if she'd left the hunters house without something to protect herself. Just as she was about to confront the being behind her, more sets of footsteps reached her ears. There was no way she could fight them off. The harsh reality of the situation suddenly dawned upon her in horror. She was being ambushed. Cornered like prey. Maybe if she ran, she would reach the phone box just outside the alley. Then she would be able to call Ludwig or Alfred. They weren't the best fighters for nothing. But time would go against her. She knew this for a fact. Even if she did reach the phone box, she wouldn't have enough time to dial any number. Not even 911.

She was going to die. There was no doubt about it. Who would be left to look after the boys at the house? Feliks wouldn't have a best friend, to trade clothes with anymore. Tino would be lost without guidence. It was inevitable though. No God would help her now.

Elizabeta stopped. She wasn't going to go down easy, she told herself. She was going to fight. She had to. All the footsteps stopped. All that remained was the annoying tap tap noise of a broken drain somewhere to the left of her. She reached into her coat pocket and drew out a gun. Tied to her waist was her trusty frying pan, which she used not only to cook things with, but as a weapon. She turned around. Body tensed like how a cat's would be before it attacked.

A strange sight reached her eyes. There was nothing there. Just darkness and shadows. Wait. The shadows were wrong. There seemed to be more then what should have been. Of course! They were hidding in the shadows. She could just see the outlines if she squinted her eyes hard enough.

Tap tap tap. The dripping drain never stopped. Not even when figures dressed in black energed from the shadows. Not even when Elizabeta ran forward and attacked with both her gun and frying pan. Smiling slightly as she witnessed a few of the black clad figures fall down. The drain still tapped as more gunshots were heard and Elizabeta fell to her knees, into the muddy earth. She felt a sharp prick in her neck before her whole body connected with the floor, and all was black. Her last breath vowing to watch over her friends.

The tap tap never stopped. Not even when the motionless body of Elizabeta Hedervary was dragged away, just leaving her beloved frying pan. The tap tap never stopped

Basically, i'm not sure whether or not i should genderbend Prussia.. please tell me your views on it!

Please review my fellow fanfictioners XD Hope you liked it :)