A/N Hey peoples! I'm back with chapter two of Crimson Night ^-^ Enjoy it while I'm still motivated ^u^.

RNOTU: I may be American but- OH~ BUTTERFLY! *Chases after butterfly*

Chapter 2: Blood Stained Meeting

I know its crazy to think this way, but the man lying before me is a vampire, but what really freaks me out is… I'm not afraid. Maybe it's because he's hurt? I don't know but I have to help him. Yes, this I know for sure.

I slowly remove his black vest and unbutton his dress shirt that has been ripped to tatters and my stomach lurches at the sight. The bullets have ripped up his abdomen and blood gushes everywhere. Skin is torn; two giant holes occupy his stomach area with shredded muscle tissue peeking and a black and blue rings form around the abysses of blood. I take a deep breath and questions rule over my mind.

'Why am I helping him? What this man's name? How did he get here? Who did this to him? Is he really a vampire?' All these questions echo in my mind, but I come back to reality when the man winces in pain and makes a funny noise. I gulp and whisper, "Are you ready?"

The man seems hesitant and scared but huffs, "Yes… G-get them o-out. Now," He seems demanding, but I could see why. I mean how would you feel if you where shot and needed to get the bullets out? Thought so.

"Ok, this will hurt for a second-,"

"I don't care! Get them out!" He yells but his breath hitches when I start to push the tweezers in.

I sigh in annoyance. If he only didn't yell I would have made this much more painless, but oh well. I feel a throbbing pain in my chest. I never liked seeing patents feel pain or even cry, but this man is probably too strong or proud to shed tears. His eyes widen in pain as I push deeper and he nearly screams when I hit a bullet. I place the hand I'm not using on his forehead and shush him soothingly. His eyes calm and his breathing is in short gasps.

"I-I-It hurts… Make it stop…" he stutters.

"I will in a second," I whisper to him and squeeze my tweezers around the first bullet. He gasps and grabs my shirt, pulling me closer to the table (nearly making me fall). He screams quietly as I pull the bullet out of his abdomen. Once its out he breathes heavily. I look at the bullet in my tweezers and examine it. 'Silver,' I think.

"T-t-there's o-one more," he gasps, his fangs clearly visible.

"Ok," I whisper soothingly, trying ever so hard to make this less painful. He grabs the hand that was on his forehead and grips it tight. His hands ice cold with little warmth in them and his long claws on the verge of sinking into my skin, but doesn't. I smile, 'He's like a child.'

"I-I-I'm ready this time," he manages to say while breathing loudly. I nod and move the tweezers in slowly. He winces in pain and his hand squeezes my hand, nails digging into my skin. I bare the pain rushing into my hand till I feel warm liquid flow down my hand and onto my wrist, dripping onto the floor. I look over to my hand to see it bleeding. It's flowing smoothly over my pink flesh, staining the man's pale white skin, and dripping, splattering, and coating the floor. I gasp my arm shakes, making the cold gentleman gasp also and retract his nails from my flesh.

He whispers shakily, "S-s-sorry," and pulls my hand to his mouth, licking the blood off my hand. I blush madly, trying to pull my hand away, but he holds on tighter. His warm tongue slides over my wrist, leaving no trace of blood when he finishes, and licks his red lips.

"Your blood…" he starts, "has a…. sweet and surgery taste. I don't get to taste that often," he smiles a cocky smile, but it leaves as soon as I push my tweezers in deeper.

Not soon after he cries out when I find the second bullet and grip onto it. I pull it out slowly and softly. Then the bullet gets caught on some torn tissue of his abdomen, so I yank a bit and it comes out with a gush of blood. Blood spurt out and got all over me. On my face, shirt, pants, everything.

I back away slowly and look at the man, covered in sticky red blood. I rush to get rags and bandages. There's a cabinet with a emergency aid kit nearby, so I open the white cabinet fast and yank the first aid kit out and rush back to the man. I place the kit on the table and open it. Shots, medicine, gauze, bandages, and peroxide fill the kit, but I only take out the peroxide and gauze out. I take off my nice white coat and press it against his stomach to clean of the blood.

Soon my white coat is stained red all over and most of the blood was cleared of the gentleman. I look over at the man's face: eyes half open, breathing heavily, and mouth open, baring fangs. I lift him into a sitting position, and begin to wrap up his abdomen with the gauze and putting peroxide on the wounds.

He just looks at me tiredly and whispers, "Your name," he starts, "w-what is it?"

I look up at him in surprise but I manage to get out, "M-Matthew. Matthew Williams."

"Why did you help me? I know you know what I am," he stares into my eyes with his emerald orbs. "Don't you even have the slightest sliver of fear?"

"I don't know why I decided to help you," I begin to bandage him again. "I know what you are and no I'm not afraid."

"What am I then. Spit it out," he whispers and looks away.

"Y-you're a… A man that needs help," I say softly.

He turns to look at me and glares, "I'm a bloody vampire! I have no heart beat, and I'm the predator of the night! I rob people of their lives to live and you not even damn scared! Are you stupid?"

"No, I'm not stupid. I knew you are a vampire. And you're lying," I whisper softly.

"What? I'm not fucking lying-,"

"I can see it in your eyes, you don't rob people of their lives. You stop before they die. You preserve there lives, give them mercy, pity even," I look at him in the eyes.

He gets off the table and walks towards me. I walk back, never taking my eyes away from his. My back hits the closest self and I have nowhere to run. He grabs my neck and my side with iron grip.

"Scared yet?" he whispers into my ear.

"No," I say defiantly.

"Well you should be. I'm going to suck you dry. Make sure you make it safely to hell," he chuckles into my ear.

I still feel no fear. He tilts my neck to get better access and his fangs brush against my neck. I close my eyes and chuckle.

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A/N: well this is chapter 2 and hope you like it ^-^. I hope I don't have much OOC in it but if there is, who gives a damn? *People raises hands* Ok I'll try really hard for no OOC-ness but that's kinda hard –n–… Oh well if it happens it happens. Well please review and Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, never will.

Well till next time ^-^

Oh and to KarimeA- Who shot him will be reveled next chapter ^-^ or the one after that… I think what just happened my tell you if Mattie is in danger 6u6''… and I can't tell youz, It's a secret ^-^