Dummkopt. Instead of discussing the next course of action he's at the bar chatting with the waitress and getting drunk off his ass. Not that wouldn't mind having a few beers as well but this isn't the right time, there's too much work to be done.

Taking a month off to catch up on paper work and finish reports he's too lazy to help with. Really it's a wonder how he became my legal guardian from how irresponsible he is. The couple a table over's not helping with my concentration.

"What were you thinking?! D you have any idea how worried I was?!" The guy almost yelled. He had an English accent.

"Mmm, Je suis desole. I don't even remember drinking zat much to pass out. I just recal walking home then I woke up to you driving by and yelling my name out like I was a dog." There's a bit of irritation in her voice at the end.

"You were lucky I even found you1 You were past out in an alley too weak to even walk."

"And a horrid headache too, I still don't feel very well."

"Some good food will help." He seemed to have become less angry. "As long as you promise not to do anything dumb like that again I promise not to cook for a week." He said smiling.

"Ohonhon. Oui." She laughs and flips her hair back.

My heart stops.

I can see it even in this dimly lit restaurant. What I was trained to look for. What most others are ignorant to. On her neck I see the thin scars from fangs.

I stand up so fast my chair falls to the floor with a loud bang that makes the couple stare at me. I ignore them and practically run to my bruder. I take his arm and drag him, he drunkenly stumbles and protests but I don't care.

On our way out the door he walks into another man coming in. Instantly I know what will happen next

"Oi! Watch it! " Mien bruder yells at him stupidly.

"Vaffancullo! You damn bastardo!" I can see the anger in his eyes.

"Gilbert!" I yell at him. This is the worst time to fight right now. The man walks past us cursing in Italian. I feel a chill as he passes.

I pull Gilbert down the streets, brushing off all the stares and strange looks we were receiving. I nearly haul him up the stairs to our upstairs apartment. I shove him in and lock the door firmly behind us.

"Vat's your problem Nini?" I don't punch him for calling me that instead I go about securing the place. Shutting and locking every possible entry and exit point and even close the blinds to were it was almost pitch black in our apartment.

"Heeey," He grabs my shoulder whether it's to get my attention or steady himself I don't know or care. I push his hand off and stare at him dead in the eyes. What I say next makes him instantly sober.

"They're here."

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Wow ok barely have an idea of where this is going but heres another chapter they might get longer along the way

Oh and this is fem germany x italy basically no gay pairing don't want my mom to find them and Germanys name I couldn't decide between monika or louise so her full name is Monika Louise Beilschmidt and I figure prussia must call her all sorts of nicknames to annoy her

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