Hey guys, thanks 4 the reviews and favoriting ect. Keep em coming!

They are very much appreciated, I think I'll use both their human names and country names, it's easier. I need to find out some of their names though, thanks for the Japan one XD

I've done most of this in the late hours of the night or early morning depending how you want to look at it.

I need to sleep more, seriously...

Editor: auburn-haired-sadist-XD

Song: Sun Goes Down by David Jordan

Disclaimer: Hetalia's not mine, get it?

Open your eyes coz another day is dawning,

Children of the moon,

can you hear the morn calling.

Pulling open his mail box Arthur Kirkland glared at its contents.

It was mocking him.

"Something wrong?" Looking up the hunter forced a small smile at the boy. His next door neighbour's youngest and apparently most intuitive son. Due to his occupation and sanity Arthur was extremely glad that his neighbours lived a mile down the road. But of course that still didn't stop the said nosey little git from riding his bike over everyday.

"No, just a pain in the neck." Waving the child away half heartedly Arthur made his way inside.

A certain piece of crisp cream paper hitting his kitchen table followed by a hard hand.
"Dammit, every bloody night!"

Letting his irritation flood over him he leaned over the paper scowling, his emerald orbs reflecting the dark loopy handwriting.

Dearest Arthur,

you didn't see us but we saw you.
Nice dig's dude!
Not dirt poor like the rest of the meat, eh? Had a feeling your were of a finer quality.
I must say me and Francis both thought you looked particularly hot in green. It really brings out your eyes! It could have been a bit tighter though.

Feeling the extreme urge to stake the paper Arthur opted to make some tea before losing all composure. As he poured the hot liquid his mind eased, getting so worked up was rather unbecoming. Especially over an American and a Frenchman. Both of which were clearly idiots.

"Fashion advice from dead people, lovely."

Adding some extra sugar to his tea the Brit sat down stirring the liquid around. Pulling the paper closer he finished the note, why he bothered baffled him really. Each note consisted of pointless dribble, mostly likely intended to annoy.

Scanning quickly through the stupidity Arthur paused at the bottom line.

I have a surprise, turn over...

Snorting sarcastically he shook his head. "Another doodle of a fictional superhero."

Flipping the paper Arthur gasped involuntary as he yanked the words closer.

I'll be taking you tonight.

Chocking instantly he shoved backwards in his chair, swiping the hot liquid from his lips. A blush quickly tarnishing his light complexion.

"You've gotta be kidding me!"

Realising he was talking loudly to himself and that it was slightly sad he shoved the paper away.
Now he was never one to completely panic for no good reason but such words gave rise to great unease.

Since his first meeting with the two foreigners things had become increasingly dangerous. They weren't just any vampires, they were older and wiser than Arthur was used to. Any staking attempt ended in failure, yet not death.

But the last few days letters began to appear in his mailbox, hand delivered. Exactly when he was followed home remained a mystery but Arthur still cursed himself for the grave error. Meeting on the streets was one thing, but getting a home visit wasn't high on his wish list.

Laughing unconvincingly to himself Arthur smoothed out his shirt. "What's he gonna do? Knock on the door or climb in a window?"

Finding himself staring at an open window Arthur let his smile drop.

"I guess I'll find out soon."

...

The next couple of hours were a blur, time seeming to stop as the sun set. The night itself ended violently, the events suddenly silent in his subconscious.

Groaning out into the darkness Arthur forced his eyes to open, something nagging him in the back of his mind to wake.

Met with nothing but the thickest of black the Brit lifted his hand, waving it around in hopes of seeing something.
His stomach churned as his head throbbed. "Am I dead?"

"No, but you are awake." Flipping the lights on Alfred laughed as the Brit hissed, diving under the covers writhing from the brightness.

"Stings a bit, huh? At least you don't actually catch on fire like we do, sunlight's a real bitch."

Pulling himself up Arthur glanced around, his mind buzzing and his vision doubled. Unconsciously his hand applied pressure to the back off his head. Hissing in pain he let his hand fall.

"I swear I didn't see that steeple." Alfred nodded his head in mock reassurance, a smirk spreading over his ridiculously handsome face. He hadn't exactly meant to slam the Brit into it but he wasn't all that regretful either.

"What steeple?"

"Exactly, freaking thing came outta nowhere!" Practically floating Alfred sat next to Arthur, patting soft spiky hair affectionately. All too aware how the Brit was still half asleep and so was taking the situation far too lightly.
He actually found himself respecting the little guy for coming to so quickly. That and not dying on impact.

Swaying awkwardly Arthur found himself stuck in a staring contest, hands as cold as ice gripping his shoulders firmly. As his subconscious screamed he took a few rapid blinks, straightening himself up in horror.

"What the fuck are you doing in my house?" Scooting back hysterically the Brit fell gracelessly to the ground. Quickly regaining posture he glared upwards, hiding behind the bed.

"I'm not in your house," Alfred mused, perching himself on the edge and leaning over.

As pink lips opened to protest the American caught soft skin. Holding the Brit up by his chin forcefully. "You're in mine."

This spurred Arthur to stumble away in a blind panic, forcing some distance between them.
Ducking once more behind the bed he hid from view, his mind a mess.

His body jolted involuntary as he heard footsteps approach, quickly he scampered backwards cornering himself in one motion. His wide emerald orbs fixed to a point. "S-stay away from me!"

Pausing Alfred frowned, letting his body drop into a crouching position. His face lolling side to side like a curious child.

"Why?"

"What do you mean why, you're a fucking vampire!" Looking for possible escape routes the sour blond added, "a bloody kidnapper too."

Scoffing at the Brit the American settled himself on the bed, his silence only unnerving the shorter blond more. Forcing his mind to calm Arthur edged his way around the room, his back firmly to the wall, his eyes fixed unmovingly on his captor.

Sucking in a deep breath Arthur forced himself to grab the door handle. So far the American had only watched him with mild amusement, his true intentions hidden under a deceiving smile.

"The hell!" No matter which way he turned it the door refused to open. The Brit paled. Fully focusing his attention on the door he turned his back to Alfred.

"Bloody thing, why won't it open!" Tugging profusely on it he willed the door to obey, it had too.

'Come on, come on, don't tell me...'

"It's locked."

Arthur chocked on air as long arms wrapped around his stomach, coldness pressing against him.
Refusing to move the English blond held his breath, a sickly feeling spreading through his body like poison.

It was only now that he noticed, his vampire counterpart had a good bit of height on him. He could feel it, his head unwillingly against Alfred's chest, devoid of any heartbeat.

Feeling the American's arms wrap around his waist further Arthur bit his lip sharply, commanding his body not to shiver from the touch. He would not be weak, it would only seal his fate quicker.

"Unhand me."

"Eh, England, you're so difficult!"

Arthur raised his brow at the England part. As if sensing the question Alfred answered, "it's just a thing we do here."

Pulling the Brit away from the door Alfred cut off any protests with his own attention catching voice. "You see most of us here are from different countries, we only use our human names when addressing someone personally, you know?"

Refusing to answer Arthur tried to pull away once more, his irritation built as he was pulled back easily.
Tightening his grip around his shorter counterpart Alfred easily lifted the Brit into the air. Gliding smoothly over to the bed before letting the bemused Briton fall down with a squeak.

"Come on back to bed." Arthur wasn't sure which emotion should take first place. The panic of being forced into bed by his kidnapper or the humiliation that he couldn't resist as the American did so.

Pulling the covers over the Brit Alfred grinned in satisfaction.
Arthur sighed in relief as Alfred's hands left his body. The coldness still lingering.

"You're still a little bit woozy so I'll take the opportunity to point out a few things. There are only two exits, the door and the window." Pointing to each stupidly Alfred wagged his finger.

"But you are to use neither."

Tapping the thick stained glass Alfred eyed it skeptically. "You probably couldn't break it, but even if you could, we're too high up for it to be of any use to you. And the door's locked as well, believe me the last thing you'd wanna do is go wandering around the castle."

Letting his mind wander back Alfred casually leaned against the wooden frame. "It's so big it took me ages to learn all the passageways!"

Seeing Arthur scowling darkly at him he smiled widely. "And not only that but you wouldn't wanna meet the rest of the guys. Right now you're pretty much my little secret!"

Disgusted at that fact Arthur recoiled, pulling the bedsheets up. "Not for long bastard!"

Choosing to ignore the Brit Alfred pointed towards the window once more. "That there will signal our time together."

Letting his unusual brow lift Arthur stared openly at it.

"When the sun comes up, I'll stay away buuuuuut when the sun goes down..."

"You'll come back," Arthur bit out bitterly, his fingers twisting mutely between the sheets. His heart dropping at such a grim and cruel prospect.

"Exactly!"

Stretching out the American groaned. "Speaking of which, I'll leave you to rest."

As emerald eyes took in the lightening skyline Arthur dragged his eyes towards the American reluctantly.

"Till tonight dearest England."

As the door shut and locked Arthur sank into the bed shaking, stifling any noise. Tears stinging the edges of his eyes the Brit cast a longing look to the warming sky, his momentary sanctuary.

Letting his eyes fall shut he pulled the blankets over his head. Letting the soft linen sheets hold his body in a false comfort.

Darkness overtaking his mind Arthur Kirkland fell into an uneasy sleep.