A/N: You know what sucks? Your computer crashing and losing half of the chapter you worked so hard to write. Really, its quite sad...

Well, here's the chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. If i did, nothing would ever get done with it

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"Birdie..." Go away... "Birdie~" Its too early... "Birdie!"

"Fuck off Gilbert..." Yeah, my 'not-a-morning-person' attitude is showing.

"BIRDIE!" I groan. Is this really what he's trying to wake me up with? Hell no, I'm staying asleep.

His hands trail lightly down my bare skin, leaving burning trail against my sensitive body. A soft moan escapes me as he sucks and bites a spot on my neck. He sends me a seductive smirk before moving down to use his talented mouth to suck-

"BBBBBIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRDDDDDDDDDDDIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE EEEE!"

"Damn it, Gil! This better be good or i'm getting Lucy.." If possible, the already ghost white albino pales further at the mention of 'Lucy'. Yes, anyone that knows me, knows two things. One, I'm not a morning person. At all. And two, when i'm angry, someone or something is going to meet Lucy, my beloved hockey stick. And soon after meeting Lucy, they get to meet the ground.

So, as you can imagine, Gil was quick to answer.

"uhhh, well I told you this morning that we had things to do." Damn, that's a good excuse. Too bad, I was in the mood to hit something... Well the day is still young.

With a sigh and a nod, I get up, stretching. "Alright, what are we doing then?" Turning to look at my vampire boyfriend, I could already tell that today was going to be interesting, to say the least.

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"OH MY GOD GET THAT STUFF AWAY FROM ME!"

"NO! ITS FOR YOUR OWN GOOD!"

"NOOOOOO!"

Let me explain. Gilbert and I are currently locked in a battle of sorts. Well, its really more like me trying to push the older vampire off of me as he forced a handful of garlic in my face.

No, he's not trying to kill me, at least he says hes not... Aparantly Gil was turned by one of the most powerful vampires in history, or rather the most powerful vampire in history, Vlad Tepes, Vlad the Impaler, Prince Vlad of Romania, or more commonly used, Dracula. Way back in 1453.

And being turned by the original vampire, Gilbert is whats know as a 'second generation' vampire, which automatically makes him pretty powerful and gives him abilities other vampires may not have, such as his ability to walk in the sunlight.

"It was annoying as hell at first but I got used to it after a while, still hurts my eyes a bit though." was what he had said about it.

So now here I am, a third generation vampire with my creator trying to get me to train my resistances right off the bat... no pun intended.

"All you have to do is get used to the smell so you don't freak out over it every single time you smell it! You'd tip off everyone to what we are!"

"No way! that stuff stinks! Its burning my nose!"

"That's why you need to get used to it!" We continued like this for a while.. a few hours if I'm not mistaken, until I finally managed to push him off and rush to hide under the bed like a cat, ready to claw at anything that tried to disturb me. With a groan and a sigh, Gil finally gave up. "Fine, we'll work on it later.."

After waiting for him to put the garlic back in the plastic container he got it from, I came out of my ghiding spot and sat a bit away from him, just to be safe.. "Are we doing anything else?"

"Well, I was going to take you out to a festival or something to get you used to the smell of humans, but if you don't want to try it then we can do something else..."

"No, that sounds like a great idea! I need to get used to the smell of people so i don't hurt them." I could practically see the laughing on his face when Gilbert smiled.

"Liar, you just want to go play games."

"So? I'm 18, i'm aloud to be childish somethimes."

That, he actually did laugh at. "Alright alright, we'll go after a shower." Okay, I can agree to that.

"Sorry, but you'll have to postpone that trip for another time." We both froze in shock, turning to the direction of the voice to see a small man with medium length brown hair, his forest green eyes watching us knowingly from the doorway.

"But, you're free to come with us on our own little trip. Its goes to this nice little place.. Toris, whats the name of it again?" We turned again to see a smaller boy, who looked a little older that 14 or 15 years old, with dark blond hair and blue eyes that shined like sappires with both courage and fear at the same time.

Both of them wore similar outfits of dark pants, and somewhat loose fit gray shirts. Something you might wear if you expected to fight someone and wanted to have as much mobility as possible. They both also had something I was very surprised about, a pair of large black, feathered wings. Like raven wings... Or black angel wings...

"I believe most people know it as prison. Gilbert Beilschmidt, you are under arrest for the illegal creation of a new vampire." The man, Toris, said as he took a few steps toward Gilbert. "Ravis, you get that one," he said, nodding toward me.

Ravis was already to me, trying my hands behind my back before I made any sort of movement. My mind was a million miles away, trying to make heads or tails of what was going on, while my body acted on instinct. The only thing i knew at that moment was danger.

The rational part of me was long gone at this moment and all i could concentrate on was that these unfamiliar men were tying up me and Gilbert, my creator, and I don't like it. In a matter of moments, everything has turned to totally chaos as I attack the small winged boy, growling and snarling with every attack while Ravis just blocked or dodged every attempt to harm him. After a moment, my nails land a hit on his arm, not a fatal shot but it would probably need stitches.

With a surprised yelp, he jumped back, clutching his arm, with a glare sent my way as i approached him, arm raised for another attack. That's when the scent hit me like a ton of bricks. It smelled sweet and a little chocolaty and it smelled so good.. one little taste couldn't hurt right?

Before I knew it, my feet were leading me closer to the sweet smell coming from the small winged boy clutching his arm in front of me. More specifically, I was drawn to the stream of red flowing evenly down his arm and to the concrete floor. But, I wasn't the only one that noticed it, and my sudden change in character was also noticed.

A grin spread across the face of the winged boy and he held out his hand to me, letting the deep red blood on his hand shine in the light. I faintly heard Gilbert yelling at me not to from his place in the grip of Toris. But my body was beyond my control as it moved forward, seeming to move agonizingly slow with the offer of good fresh blood blood staring me in the face.

After what seemed like years, which in reality was only a few seconds, I had made it over to Ravis with his hand in a vice grip as i licked every drop of the crimson liquid from his skin. At the first taste, it was like a fire i didn't even know was burning was instantly put out and I wanted more. It tasted like chocolate and some kind of berry can't place. Then, all too soon, Ravis' hand was licked clean of all blood.

I was readying myself to bite his wrist to get the more of the blood myself when i noticed the wound i had made a bit earlier was still bleeding and I moved to lick that up instead. Before i could start, though, I was stopped by a hand on my jaw that forced me to look deep blue eyes full of curiosity, which soon changed to victory.

"He's gone, completely blood crazed.. He'll stay like this as long as he can smell blood." My attention was instantly sparked at the mention of the word, like a dog hoping for a treat. In the back of mind, where I was beginning to gain a bit of consciousnesses back, i felt a little ashamed at this fact, but the rest of me just wanted to taste that delicious red liquid again..

No! I need ot stop thinking about how good it tasted. But no matter how much I willed myself to go back to normal, I couldnt do anything but watch as more blood ozed from the cut on Ravis. Before I knew what was going on, i was being lead down a dark alley, with an unconsious Gilbert being carried by Toris behind us, all the while My attention was only on the crimson droplets that I was pushed away from everytime i tryed to get close enough to taste.

Once we were into the door at the end of the ally, it was shut firmly behind us, not allowing for any escape, not that either of us had a chance anyway. We were brought to a series of cells, like you would find in any jail, and were locked in it. Gil was layed on a bed and I was lead into it by Ravis' still bloody arm.

Finally, he allowed me to get close enough to drink from his arm but a moment after I began, I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head, and I fell unconscious, world going black.

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When I woke up, I noticed a few things. One, I had the worst headache I had ever had. Two, my hands were handcuffed behind my back. Three, Gilbert and I were standing in front of 10 people I would never expect in this situation.

"I'd like to call this council meeting to order. First things first, introductions." said the man sitting in the center of the group. Voices started to the right of us with a man with long blond hair and feminine features of not for the slight beard on his face.

"9th seat member, incubus* Francis Bonnefoy." after that, it hopped to the other side of the room for the next person. This one was a tanned man with short, curly brown hair.

"8th seat member, werewolf Antonio Fernandez Carriedo." Then it hopped again to a small man with his long brown hair in a ponytail next to Francis.

"7th seat member, drake* Wang Yao." Hop to a pair of twins, both with short brown hair, a bit longer than Antonio's, and each with a curl that seemed to defy gravity, much like my own curl, but shaped a bit differently.

"6th seat members, Arch demons* Lovino-"

"-and Feliciano Vargas" Hop to a large man with silver hair, much like Gilbert and bright purple eyes like mine, which held an air of creepiness as well as childishness. It kind of creeped me out.

"5th seat member, Nightmare* Ivan Braginski." Next was another small man with short brown hair and brown eyes that appeared as if they could see your very soul.

"4th seat member, kitsune* Honda Kiku." Jump to someone that could easily be mistaken as my twin, despite his shorter hair and no curl on his head, plus his blue eyes, halo, and wings. Actually, I don't see how we can be mistaken as twins..

"Yo dudes! 3rd seat member, virtue angel* Alfred F. Jones!" Move to a slightly scary looking man slicked back, net blond hair and piercing blue eyes. I admit, I probably should have seen this coming in some way shape or form.

"2nd seat member, vice head of the council, vampire Ludwig Beilschmidt." finally was the man that spoke up first. He has light blond hair that looked slightly messy, but neat at the same time, and bright green eyes that shined like emeralds in the light, and his pure white wings flapped absently from time to time.

"1st seat member, head of the council over supernatural beings, archangel* Arthur Kirkland. The case we are reviewing today, the illegal creation of a vampire. Standard punishment, extermination of the created vampire and imprisonment of the creator. Let us begin."

Life must really hate me. Why? Not only am I going to die, but its going to be my friends and classmates that do it.

A/N: Omg this took longer to do than it should have! I am so sorry... Bright side? its long! I tried to get it done before final testing but my computer lost the file. So here i am, first week of stupid summer school and finally posting! The things i do for stories... I'll work on the next chapter first chance i get!

* Incubus: a male demon that attemps to have sexual relations with people while they sleep

Drake: a fire breathing dragon that can appear in a human or a lizard-like form

Archdemon: an upper level demon in the infernal heirarchy

Nightmare: a demon that causes night terrors

Kitsune: a shapeshifting trickster that appears in the form of a fox, a human, or human with a fox face

Virtue Angel: a being that inspires humans and provides miracles for them

Archangel: one of the highest ranking angels in the celestial heirarchy