Movement

Blood

Growling

Screaming

His entire body went numb...

All he heard was something slurping...

Looking down...

He saw the animal feasting upon the blood...

His blood...

Licking its chops...

It seemed to smile...

Closing its eyes with pleasure...

It plunged it's hand into his torn open abdomen...

His entire body shuddered...

But not with pain...

Just a reflex...

Just the thought...

Of being feasted upon...

Alive...

England groaned and rolled over, obviously not taking pleasure in his dream. He slightly opened his eyes, peeking out from under the blood drained lids. Bright light. He closed them again. He heard someone move near him. Cloth against cloth. He finally brought his eyes to open, looking around the room. A hospital room. At once, he was wide awake and he sat up, questions running through his mind. How did he get here? Where was the werewolf? Which hospital was this? One question truly surprised him. Who am I again? Looking to his left, he saw a stranger. Blonde, wild hair. Blue eyes peeking out from underneath brown glasses. A leather, fur-lined bomber jacket. Who was he?

The man noticed Arthur and sat up in the chair he was in, smiling. "It's good to see your awake..." he said in a sweet tone of voice. "I hate to admit it but... I thought you were a goner..." England paused, not knowing how to address the man. "W-Where am I?" he finally asked. "Um... the hospital... The same one we brought that you... well... cut..." The nation was confused and glanced at his wrists, which bore ugly scars. Shocked, he stared at them. "H-How did those get there???" With a finger, he traced the lines. The man seemed appalled. "You don't remember?! A while back, you'd cut yourself... How could you not remember that?!" England looked over at him. "I can't remember anything other than that... thing..."

"What thing?"

"The werewolf..."

The man looked like he'd slapped him across the face. "You mean, you can't remember anything before that." Arthur shook his head. "Even your own name?" He shrugged. "Well, when I think of that, all that comes up is the word 'England'... But, I don't know if that's it or not..." He ran a hand through his hair. The man sat there, frozen. "Your true name is Arthur Kirkland. The country of England..." he said, as if that would refresh UK's memory. "C-Country?"

America returned to the waiting room, where the other nations waited. Russia. Italy. France. Sealand. The nurse had said that only one person could go and see Arthur a day because of his state. So they'd chosen Alfred. He would probably react the best out of all of them. France would freak out at the sight of his love wounded. Russia would get flashbacks from his childhood and emotionally break down. Sealand would just flip out like any child would if they saw a beloved relative in ruins. Italy would freak out worse than France. America would probably panic a bit, but remain calm for the health of the older nation. He was to bring back an update on his status to the others. And the news he had to share wasn't at all good.

As soon as he entered the room, the group seemed to surround him. France spoke up first. "Well... is he alright?" Alfred looked up at him, a solemn look upon his face. The entire group was silent, waiting for anything about the poor nation currently cooped up in a hospital room. "Ameri-" "He's alright, physically. A little bruised and blood drained but, other than that, fine." A soft sigh of relief echoed throughout the group. "What about mentally..." Russia asked. Alfred looked away, a sign of something bad. Ivan slightly panicked. "What is it? Alfred, what's wrong?" Still nothing. The taller nation was now frustrated and grit his teeth. "What's wro-" America cut him off. "He might very well have amnesia, alright!" Tears pricked in his eyes and Ivan backed off at the sight of Alfred this upset. "He didn't even know that he was a nation..."

Suddenly, either from fear for England or just wanting to see himself, Sealand burst down the hall towards his brother's room. Fearing that the boy might mentally fuck up UK even more, the rest of the group raced after him. They stopped at his room just in time to see Sealand leap up onto the bed, cuddling up to Arthur. England was a bit surprised, but wrapped his arms around the boy. "What's wrong, kid?" he asked when Sealand's started to cry. "Please don't lose your memory, brother! I don't want you to forget meeee!" Peter sobbed, face dug into UK's chest. The older nation raised an eyebrow. "Brother?" Just then, Peter elbowed the wrong place and England's face contorted with pain. "B-Brother!? I'm sorry!" the boy cried. Curiously, he pulled down the blankets to find Arthur's torso completely covered with bandages. Bandages soaked with blood.

America could've sworn he saw Italy twitch with what looked like thirst and turn away. He looked over at him. "What's wrong, Feli?" The other nation glanced at him, but quickly looked away. "N-Nothing..." he whispered. "I think Iggy's had enough visitors for today." He turned towards the boy. "Come on Sealand." Peter looked up, not happy that he had to leave. "Come on, Italy! Can't I stay just a little longer? Pleeeaaase?" he pleaded. Arthur looked up at the brunette nation, pain gone. "I don't mind..." he said, causing a smile to bloom on Sealand's face. Defeated, Feliciano sighed. "Fine... but I have to go..." With that, he turned and left. Suspicious, America followed him, leaving France and Russia to grovel in England's misfortune.

Outside the hospital, Italy was walking quite fast and Alfred struggled to keep up with him. So many turns. So many directions. It was all so confusing. Almost as if Feliciano was trying to shake off anyone following him. Yet America stayed glued to his trail, where ever it led. Finally, Italy got to his destination. The local park. Marching through, he found a secluded patch of trees and brush and slipped inside as smooth as a shadow. Confused, Alfred followed. Hiding behind a tree, he saw Feli pull out a vial form his pocket filled with a strange red liquid. He tore off the cork and gulped it down, breathing heavy. However, his breathing was not from the walk, but from some undying thirst. The liquid dripped down the corner of his mouth as he tried to drink the entire vial in such a short span of time. Frustrated, he licked the side of his mouth, getting the rest of it, but accidently revealed one of his biggest secrets. A pair of fangs in place of canine teeth. No wonder he'd been so edgy when seeing England's blood...

He's a vampire...

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AN: About fucking time the major plot holes started kicking in, don't ya think? 8D

What spawned the Vamp!Italy idea; I saw an article a while ago on a vampire grave in Italy being dug up. There was this skeleton whom had fangs and a huge brick shoved in its mouth... The brick was apparently an attempt to stop the person from feeding on the blood of the dead. Thus, I couldn't pass up the opportunity of having a vampire Italian. I hope you enjoy knowing that.

PS: Let me know if this starts getting like Twilight! I don't want any copyright shit on my ass! Also, not to dis you fans, but… I'm not exactly a fan of the series. Sure, I've read up to Eclipse and it seems to attract plenty of fans but… not exactly the best story on Earth. IF SOMEONE POSTS A REVIEW STATING HOW TWILIGHT SUCKS OR IS TOTALLY FUCKING AWESOME, IT WILL BE REMOVED. You may say that you don't like it, but don't go bashing it just to make a fuss or state a claim. It's not nice and I don't want fights on my review page. You may also state that you like it, perhaps quite a bit. But there's other books in the world. Twilight isn't the ONLY series and you don't have to try to force people to agree with you. So, you may state your opinion on this story, if it gets similar and your opinion on the series if you wish, JUST NOTHING EXTREME. A simple, 'it's a good romance story' or, 'I don't care for it' will do.

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