Alright! This is Tsukihime Nee, out with a new full length story…. This is a sort of Hetalia supernatural/human AU, so here are our human names for our countries

Canada = Madeline

Scotland=Alistair

Denmark = Matthias

America = Alfred

I'll add to this list once more characters become involved.

"It's a nice night Princess Madeline, but it's cold to be stargazing. Shouldn't you be sleeping?" Madeline's hands tightened around the stone that made up the castle wall.

"I apologize for keeping you awake Alfred. You can go to sleep if you like, I'm just going to take a walk in the pasture before I retire" Alfred frowned, but a cold breeze was all it took to drive him back inside to his own bed. Madeline sighed, eyeing her hands with contempt. Had she always been this bony? She shook her head.

What did that matter? The curse was only just beginning to take hold. The thinness was just a stage. Soon enough she would detest Alfred's company even more than she already did, and only the great spirit knew what else would happen after that.

Madeline glanced around before swinging herself up and over the parapet, barely letting out a sound as she hurtled through the air and landed in tall grass. The strength... that wasn't really something she minded about this curse. After all, that jump would have broken the legs of anyone else.

God how she loved this. The cold wind that reminded her so much of her snowbound home before... well…during better times. Madeline shook her head. It was no use to think about that anymore. She was to be a queen of this land in just a few short months when she was old enough to marry. If she made it that far...

No. She had to make it that far. She had to make it to be queen, and bear an heir to the throne, or else her people would be crushed. Weak from hunger, and the southern people threatening invasion, they needed this alliance if they wanted to have any chance of defending themselves. Or a decently sized royal family.

Madeline gripped her stomach, surprised by the sudden pain that was echoing through her. Maybe pain was the wrong word. She felt... empty. This was another part of the curse. The horrible feeling of emptiness. The emptiness that could never be truly filled by any meal. Meat helped, just a little bit. Flesh and blood always made her feel full, if only for a little while.

Madeline felt another pain grip her, corresponding with the sight of a copper head of hair a short distance away. Honestly. This was what she had fallen to, taking the blood of some poor shepherd boy time and time again. But it was the only way to stave off the more noticeable effects of the curse. Such an ironic curse really, both caused and cured by human flesh. Forcing her to sink so low, so beneath the role that she was supposed to play again and again.

She knew that the shepherd's name was Alistair, and that he had been captured in a Viking raid long ago, and that he had been a slave to the royal family of Denmark ever since. He had no clue as to the whereabouts of his family, but that fact didn't seem to perturb him as much as it should have.

"Good evenin' mi'lady" Madeline jolted from her reverie at the voice, and at the sudden fearful noises that the sheep were emitting. Alistair chuckled.

"Ye scare the livin' day outta the sheep mi'lady, I wonder wha' they could ever find scary 'bout a silly little noble" Now the emptiness was becoming hard to ignore. It was taking over her every thought, hunger, empty, fill me, eat! A slippery demon whispering in her ear, begging that she tear the poor shepherd and his flock of idiotic sheep to pieces and eat it all. Everything in her mind felt like it was stabbing within her, blocking out any proper retort to the red-head's teasing.

"I'm s-so sorry mon Chou..! I-I...They..." Madeline bit her lip, trembling violently. Every word felt like glass grating against her vocal chords, and she couldn't help the strange trembling that was seizing her.

Alistair blinked, glancing back at the blonde princess. Tears were starting in her large eyes, and her hands were clenching and unclenching in an almost obsessive manner.

"You're hungry?" Madeline nodded, trembling like a leaf all the while.

"Well come along then mi'lady. We dinnae 'ave the entire night" another nod, and more trembling as Alistair lead her away by the hand into a quiet corner of an long unused horse stall. Once again Alistair stole a glance at Madeline. Her eyes had taken on a sort of hazy tone, and she looked even paler than usual, if such a thing was possible.

"Mada...?" Alistair breathed out the girl's given name, but got no response

"Mada... ye... ye really are hungry aren't you?" The word 'hungry' caused something latent in her eyes to spark up, and the dazed expression she had before melted away in favor of a frown and predatory stillness.

"Mada-" That was the last comment he got in before he was pulled down to sit and her teeth sunk into his throat, the slight instinctive struggle contained immediately by a thin arm wrapped around his shoulder.

"Alistair" The redhead in question shivered slightly, gasping quietly at the strange vibrations Madeline's voice was sending down his entire body

"I'll never understand how ye can talk so clearly with a mouthful of my neck" He muttered grumpily, wincing as more blood dribbled down his neck and under his shirt. Madeline's grip merely tightened as her breathing quickened against his neck.

"J-je suis desolé, Alistair... j'ai... j'ai... s-si... faim..." the girl swallowed deeply, withdrawing from the Scottish boy's neck guiltily.

"I'll say" Alistair mumbled, wincing as he placed his hand against his neck, nearly recoiling at the amount of blood he felt there... usually the Vinland Princess wasn't this messy... But then again, she seemed quite shocked too.

"Oh... Oh... Alistair... I... didn't mean..." she grabbed his hand from his neck, carefully licking away every last drop of crimson from it. Alistair did his best not to recoil from the strange, wet organ that was cleaning him, but failed miserably when she threaded her tongue in between his fingers. This made her stop abruptly after taking one last swipe to make sure that his hands were completely clean.

"I'm sorry... did my teeth-"

"no... jist feels weird tha's all..." Madeline smiled softly, leaning forward to clean his neck, working softly and thoroughly back up to where she had started.

"Alistair... may I?" he could feel her teeth, pressing every so lightly, waiting for permission. Alistair nodded, tilting his head back to give her more access, this time he is ready for the pinprick pain of the bite.

"Ye usually don't take twice in a night... wha's the occasion mi'lady?" Madeline let out a hum.

"I said I was sorry Chou... please don't be so cross..."

"dinnae say I was cross, I was jist wonderin"

"I'm sorry" Alistair rolled his eyes

"Jist get on with it... This isn't nearly as pleasant fer me as it is fer you mi'lady" Madeline lets out a hum of consent, and concentrates solely on her feeding. Alistair lets his mind wander as his blood flows into Madeline's mouth. So much so that he barely notices when she pulls away. Now he's the one who is dizzy and confused.

"Chou, if I had but half a mind...I wouldn't do this to you" She whispered, laying his head onto her lap.

"So ye can find some other stable boy to steal blood from?" Alistair chuckled at the princess's pout.

"non..." Alistair raised an eyebrow

"then what fer?" Madeline shook her head.

"Never mind. Just sleep for now Chou... I took more then I should have" Alistair rolled his eyes

"ye did..." he muttered, closing his eyes and falling into sleep within minutes. Madeline frowned softly. She honestly hated this. Not him... Alistair was... interesting. If nothing else, the shepherd boy's insights and low-bred accent were charming to her. But what she did to him... it was taboo. And those who indulged in taboos were disgusting. She was disgusting... Below the morals of a shepherd boy, who had no crime, who seemed pious... And yet she was to be a queen. So far above Alistair... Madeline shook her head, placing Alistair curled up on a softer bale of hay before she left, running across the fields.

Perhaps it would have been better to die during that winter. But it didn't matter now, in the grand scheme. Now what mattered was getting back to the castle, back to her rooms unnoticed. An easy enough task now that she could focus. Madeline climbed back up the wall, brushed off her dress, and tip toed ever so quietly back to her and Alfred's shared room, before changing into her shift and slipping under the covers.

"Maddie?" Madeline sighed. So much for not waking anyone.

"Yes brother?" Alfred yawned.

"You really need to stop walking around so late... what if you get hurt and I'm not there to protect you cause I'm asleep?" Madeline frowned.

"I'm sorry... I... I just..."

"Good night..." Alfred mumbled, hugging his sister tightly to his torso. Madeline smiled.

"Good night"

Matthias pouted. Really it was kind of unfair that that stupid Alfred didn't let him talk to the princess for more than a couple of minutes without managing to drag her off somewhere else. But luckily, he had heard from one of the guards that the princess seemed to enjoy late night walks. So now all that was left to do was find her, a task that was easier said than done.

Well. since finding the princess wasn't working out that well, he may as well see Alistair. After all, the shepherd boy was a pretty good fuck, and plus knowing Alistair, he was probably sleeping on the job again.

Matthias nearly laughed aloud as he poked his head into the stable. Really. He was so predictable. Alistair always ended up here no matter what. And he was so deeply asleep that he wasn't even scowling. With his sheep cuddled all around him like a bunch of clouds (stinky, bleating clouds albeit,) he looked almost cute. Though the surreal idea of the prickly foul tempered boy ever being cute made Matthias laugh aloud.

Alistair was willing to cuddle up with sheep, and even sleep with the occasional chamber maid who caught his eye (And Matthias had to admit, he did have very good taste) sometimes it seemed that Alistair was only mean to him. Maybe it was because Matthias had taken him from his home in Scotland all those years ago, or maybe it was the sex... actually, it was probably the sex. Good as it was, Matthias regretted that it made the boy unwilling to have any semblance of a conversation with him.

Oh well. Matthias shooed the sheep away as he knelt down by Alistair, poking at the boys face, something sure to annoy him. But all Alistair did was groan softly. This was weird. Something was definitely wrong with the shepherd.

"Alistair?" Matthias mumbled, shaking the shepherd's shoulder in an effort to rouse him. The boy's head merely lolled against his shoulder, revealing two sets of bite marks. about the diameter of the tooth of a comb, and a startling shade of dark red, the same color as an eclipsed moon.

"W-What in Odin's name...?"

Tee hee! I left you all on a cliffhanger… sort of. Either way, here are the translations

Mon Chou – My cabbage (It's affectionate…. Don't ask)

J-je suis desolé, Alistair... j'ai... j'ai... s-si... faim...- I-I'm sorry, Alistair, I'm…. I'm… so… hungry

Odin was a Norse pagan god.

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