A/N: hey people!
Not really that much to say here, I'm just deanoning from the kink meme. I have chapters 1-4 ready and will be put up today.
Enjoy!
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Gilbert laughed as he jumped on top of a stop sign. He and his friends had gone out for the weekly find-a-random-person-and-drink-from-them. And the last human they had drunk from had a fair amount of alcohol in his veins.
A lot of it.
And so with their heads nearly in the clouds they ran around the city they called home.
Gilbert glanced lazily at his two friends, Antonio and Francis. None of them had bothered to retract their fangs so the twin pointed teeth were gleaming in the moonlight.
Their scents filled the air. Antonios scent of tomatoes and open parries. Francis' scent of roses and wine.
And a different scent a few feet away.
Gilbert investigated it. He found the source in the alleyway. Looking up at him was a small, cute, and adorable little puppy.
He had to have it.
Grinning he snatched it, ignoring the yelps and struggling coming from it, and cradled it in his arms.
"Your mine now." he sang out.
He skipped back to his friends trying to keep a firm grip on the puppy. Feisty little one wasn't he?
The puppy whimpered. It tried to escape once more from Gilberts arms before just accepting that Gilbert wasn't going to let it go.
"Good boy." he said petting it. It was so soft!
Antonio glanced at him amused. "Your new pet?"
Gilbert nodded. "Yep! Ain't he cute?"
Francis snorted. "My guess is that this one will end up just like his goldfish. And his cat. And his bird. And his goat. And his…"
"Alright I get it." Gilbert interrupted.
Antonio took the puppy from Gilberts arms. "Aw he is cute." he crooned.
"Maybe Feliciano and Lovino will like to have a new playmate." Francis suggested.
"And to help keep this one alive." Antonio said under his breath.
Gilbert glared at him. "I heard that."
Francis took the puppy and looked it over. Gilbert watched him apprehensively. "Your not going to do anything to it are you?"
Francis snorted. "I don't do anything to animals. It's just that…there's something not right about this puppy of yours."
Gilbert shrugged taking the dog back and looked at it. He looked back at gilbert pitifully before glancing back at the alley he had found him in.
"Poor little guy. All abandoned in that alley. Don't worry. The awesome Prussia will take care of you from now on." Gilbert murmured.
Morning comes.
Gilbert groaned. He was thanking whoever was up there that vampires couldn't get hangovers. But why was his bed shaking?
Oh wait, scratch that. Antonio was shaking him.
"'at?" he mumbled.
"Gilbert." he said in a voice Gilbert had never heard him use. Fear. That tone made him jump up in his bed.
"What?" he asked fully awake.
Antonio was biting his lip. "It's about that puppy you brought home."
Gilbert relaxed. That was it? "What about him?" his eyes widened suddenly. "Is he okay? Is he hurt?"
"He isn't hurt mon cher." Francis said leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.
Gilbert rolled his eyes. "Then tell me already."
Three heads turned simultaneously. There sleeping on the couch where he had gently placed the sleeping puppy last night wasn't a cute fluffy little puppy but instead was a sleeping five year old little boy wearing a t shirt and shorts.
"…oh…fuck."
Ludwig was not having a good night.
Yeah it had started out good. Their pack leader Denmark had allowed him, Raivis, and Peter out for the first time by themselves, as long as they were careful.
It was a lot of fun running around by himself, with no mutti-Berwald chasing after them and stopping them from running too fast. In the beginning he, Raivis, and Peter had been together but then opted to go separately.
He had heard a weird noise so he took a shortcut through an alleyway to see what was going on. It was three drunk humans.
And one of them somehow knew where he was and came to him.
And then he realized that it wasn't a human. It was a vampire. His and his peoples mortal enemies.
Before he could even blink the vampire had picked him up and wouldn't let go. And worst of all he thought Ludwig was a puppy! He wasn't a puppy he was a cub.
He tried to get away but the vampire wouldn't let go of him. He decided to stop fighting, conserve his strength, and leave when he could.
Except he didn't plan on falling asleep in the vampires arms. Hey! He was tired. He had spent the entire night before then running around.
To end the story Ludwig was now laying somewhere he didn't know, the scent of vampires were everywhere, he was human and wouldn't be able to turn back into a wolf until the night came, and his pack was going to kill him.
Oh yes they were going to kill him.
He pretended to be asleep while the three vampires were doing something close to freaking out.
Well two of them were. The one who had taken him was just watching the others run around.
"Gilbert do you have any idea what you have done! Return him to where you found him!" the blonde haired one said.
"No way." Gilbert said.
"Gilbert I don't think you quite understand what you did. This could start a war." the brown haired one said.
"Exactly! You know both sides are at peace but they both want a war. You're kidnapping, and yes they will see it as kidnapping, this cub could start that war!" the blonde one nearly screamed.
"There won't be a war. Don't worry."
"How the hell do you know?" they both screamed.
Ludwig sighed and opened his eyes. Immediately the three of them were looking at him.
"Good morning." Gilbert said.
Denmark yawned, his mouth opening wide and showing his teeth.
He stretched watching the sun rise. He enjoyed feeling his body change with the rising of the sun from the change of the night. The twist and turns of the bones reshaping and the fur retreating into his body.
He sat and watched as the sun lazily made its way into the sky. Beside and behind him was his pack. Gentle and honest Tino, he might be nice but when the pack fought or his mate or friends were threatened he turned into a monster. Cool and composed Ice. He never told them his real name but it wasn't a big thing, names. He was surprisingly hot-blooded during times. Mysterious Nor, they didn't know much about him even through all these years. And the two cubs. Enthusiastic Peter the younger one and withdrawn Raivis. The both of them were adopted but then again few of them were related.
Denmark as pack leader had to watch over all of them. He loved watching them and relishing the fact that he was their leader, their main protector. The one who they looked up to.
Speaking of which running at them at full speed was the last adult silent Berwald. Though no one would admit it he was the one who took taking care of the cubs very seriously. The others called him "Mother Wolf" jokingly behind his back.
He finally appeared in front of them. Denmark felt himself startle at the ways of fury and worry coming from him.
"What is it?" he asked.
"L'dw'gs b''n k'dn'pp'd!" he nearly snarled.
The uproar was tremendous.
"Silence!" Denmark yelled. He turned to Berwald. "Are you sure?"
Berwald nodded. "F'lt th' sc'nt. 't w's v'mp'ir's." he said.
"Why didn't you do something." Nor asked.
"Th' sc'nt w's 'ld. Ah f'll'w'd 's m'ch 's ah c'uld. B't 't 'nd'ed." he said.
"You're sure its vampires?" Tino asked.
Berwald nodded.
"S-s-so what do we do?" Raivis asked.
Everyone looked as one towards Denmark. He grinned inwardly. This was also why he loved being the leader. They looked to him on what to do with the problems.
"We have a missing cub." he nearly purred. The sun rose behind him and he, as well as the others, stood on their back legs as they changed back into their shapes of the day. "And we will do anything to get him back."
Key to what Sweden is saying:
"L'dw'gs b''n k'dn'pp'd!" = "Ludwigs been kidnapped!"
"F'lt th' sc'nt. 't w's v'mp'ir's." = "Felt the scent. It was a vampire."
"Th' sc'nt w's 'ld. Ah f'll'w'd 's m'ch 's ah c'uld. B't 't 'nd'ed." = "The scent was old. I followed as much as I could. But it ended."
I've never done Sweden before so I will gladly take tips on how the hell you write him.
Anyway I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter. Next one is coming up.
