"Careful, or you'll kill him." Arthur said, frowning as he leaned against the red-brick wall. His Prussian companion, Gilbert, looked up his crimson eyes glowing with something raw and feral. Gilbert was kneeling on the cold, damp floor, a limp bleeding body clutched in his arms.
"Just a little more. This blood is so awesome!" Gilbert begged, a sliver of blood trickling down his snow-white skin. But Arthur shook his head firmly, he was the type of person who, when he made up his mind couldn't be swayed.
"You've had more than enough blood tonight, Vampire." The Blonde said, he crouched down next to Gilbert, prying the half-dead body away from him. "we agreed no more killing. No more unnecessary killing."
"Your so un-awesome sometimes!" Gilbert growled, but relented and let the Brit take the body from him. It wasn't fair. What was one tiny human life? Arthur wasn't a vampire, he didn't understand how deep the blood-lust was, how it was like a dull ache that was always within Gilbert, a searing flame that could never be doused even with all the blood in the world.
Arthur ignored Gilbert and lay the bleeding body on the floor, he closed his leaf-green eyes and let the magic flow through him, he muttered under his breath, and as he did, the colour returned to the bodies face- he no longer looked half dead.
Gilbert watched, trying to pretend like he wasn't interested, like he didn't think Arthur's abilities were amazing- Despite being a vampire, Gilbert was pretty skeptical of most things supernatural. He didn't think wizards existed until he'd met Arthur.
"Come on, it's almost sunrise. And as fun as it'd be to watch you burn to a crisp, I unfortunately still need your help." Arthur said, as he got up- as eloquent as ever. Gilbert laughed, throwing his arms around the younger boy's neck.
"Come on Artie! you'd miss me if I burnt!" Gilbert said in a sing-song voice. Arthur flushed and tried to pull him of.
"I would not!"
"I bet you'd cry!" Gilbert teased- he couldn't help it, Arthur was just so easy to wind up.
"Get of me before I break your spine, vampire!"
"Aw your getting embarrassed, zat's adorable."
"Fuck of!"
The two supernatural entities walked out of the alleyway arguing, leaving behind the unconscious man who was lying motionless on the floor. They were a team, Gilbert and Arthur; the two of them were both the type of people who usually worked alone, but in this city being alone isn't wise if you didn't want to get slaughtered during one of many supernatural turf wars.
The city of Hetalia was basically run by vampires, and the humans were non the wiser, blaming the high death rate on gang murders. Here, Vampires fought for control over land, because if you owned the land you owned the people, and people meant blood. In Hetalia, blood was the real currency, not money, not gold. Blood.
Alfred sat down in the hard wooden chair, scowling at the ground a defiant look in his sky blue eyes. His honey-coloured hair was disheveled and his square glasses were askew on his face. It was clear that the American was not happy. Suddenly, the headmaster burst through the door looking absolutely furious.
"I cannot believe you, Jones! it was cute back when you were a kid but your seventeen now. This nonsense has to stop!" Mr Derringer yelled, seething with rage. he wasn't usually like this- Mr Derringer was one of those teachers who tried desperately to be cool and down with the kids. He hardly ever snapped, But Alfred seemed to just have that sort of effect on people.
"-Listen dude, I think you're over-reacting. All I did was- " Alfred started, but his teacher cut him of, angrily.
"All you did was soak the school inspector with water. And pelted him with garlic! are you insane!" Mr Derringer roared his face was red and his eyes practically bulged.
"I thought he was a vampire!" Alfred shouted, exasperated; Why didn't anyone else notice that this city was overrun by vampires, Alfred should be given a medal for being a hero instead of being yelled at.
"Are you insane!?" The headmaster repeated. Alfred tried his best to remain calm, something that he wasn't good at since he usually just wore his heart on his sleeve.
"He was deathly pale- and I swear he stunk of blood- You can never be too careful. I was trying to protect everyone!" The American boy tried to explain, but Mr Derringer was already sitting down in grim defeat.
"I'd put you on detention, but quite frankly I'm sick of looking at you- just get out." The Head said, reaching for the flask he kept under his desk. The one that certainly didn't contain water..
So Alfred stormed out the office, instead of feeling triumphant at getting out of a detention, he just felt like shit; He was a vampire hunter who'd yet to hunt any vampires, so instead of treating him like a hero he was just seen as a nuisance, crazy even. He walked home, disgraced, as usual the streets were filthy it was only three but the pollution blocked out the sun, darkening the area and making it seem even grimmer.
The walls were lined with missing people posters, it seemed like new ones were put up everyday. Fucking vampires. People of all ages, races, and backgrounds were on the posters, they seemed to stare at Alfred with accusing eyes Why didn't you save us? Why did you let the Vampires kill us. The American boy hurried past, because dammit he'd had enough guilt for today! He kept his eyes glued to the pavement, when suddenly-
Bam!
The impact from the sudden collision sent Alfred crashing into the pavement his glasses flying of and skidding across the ground. Before he had a chance to stand up, an angry voice was yelling at him.
"Watch were your bloody going!" The voice hissed. Alfred looked up to see a boy of about his age, maybe a little older, getting to his feet. he had light blonde hair and thick black eyebrows that both suited him and looked out of place.
"No. YOU should look were YOUR going, dude!" The American yelled, already way not in the mood for this. The other man just huffed and brushed himself of.
"Bloody yank," He huffed.
"dumb limey." Alfred retaliated, pulling on his glasses and standing up- damn, his shoulder hurt! The blonde Brit pushed past him, clearly in a hurry. That was when Alfred noticed something; Blood. Alfred could see red blood staining the cuff of the stranger's sleeve. He was a vampire.
"Halt! Alfred demanded, chasing after the Vampire-suspect. But the blonde boy kept on walking as if he hadn't heard anything. Infuriated, Alfred chased him. and tackled him, shoving him to the wall.
"What the bloody hell is your problem!" The other boy said, wincing, trapped by Alfred's superior strength. His green eyes were wide and alarmed. Alfred didn't pay any heed- instead he grabbed the Brit by the shoulder, and dragged his coat of, revealing a sleeve that was completely covered in blood.
"Vampire!" Alfred yelled triumphantly, he'd finally caught one- suddenly there was a flash of bright light sent Alfred flying back to the ground in a daze. His vision blurred and he looked up just in time to see the Blonde boy running away...
"That stupid Rosbif, he's going to expose the entire community. And he isn't even a vampire!" Francis hissed, looking down on the scene from above, he was hidden in the shadows, standing on a rooftop.
"Don't worry, nobody takes the Alfred boy Seriously." Antonio laughed in his thick Spanish accent. He placed a reassuring arm on his French friend's shoulder, his usual sunny smile playing on his lips. Antonio was a Spaniard with tan skin, grape-green eyes and an easy smile. He was about as far away from a typical vampire as you could get.
"Fucking French bastard. We've been stalking your stupid ex-slave all day. lets go!" Lovino called out, stomping his foot for emphasis. The Italian boy looked about ready to explode "We get that your angry he escaped and your supposed 'best friend' helped him. But get over it!"
"Quite blood slave or I'll make you be quiet!" Francis hissed, baring his fangs at the Italian human, his Blue eyes glowering with rage. Lovino squeaked and hid behind Antonio.
"Hey, Francis, come on don't take in out on the human, si?" Antonio said, smiling obliviously. "We can tail Arthur later. Now. We should eat."
The French man nodded, shaking his long blonde hair "Desole, Lovi" He said, but the Italian continued to glare at him fearfully. "Now. Lets find some prey."
(IDk what this is.. I just wrote it of the top of my head. sorry for mistakes!
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