An arm wrapped around America's throat and pulled back harshly. The superpower hissed and thrashed about.

"I leave you for five minutes! Five fucking minutes! This is so. Not. Awesome!" Prussia said, struggling with the vampire.

America took hold of his arm and swung him over his shoulder. Prussia didn't hit the ground as expected, but went through it.

The American looked around with crazed eyes and found that Prussia had reappeared in front of England.

"America you moron! Use your fucking head! You're making a big mistake here!"

America crouched and tried to pounce on Prussia, growling in frustration when he just went through him.

"You never learn," Prussia sighed.

America hissed, showing his white fangs angrily.

"Y-you bastard!"

Prussia and America looked at England. He was standing now with the most outraged expression they've ever seen.

"This is what you've been hiding? Why didn't you come to me? I talk to fairies for Christ's sake! Is this why you keep trying to hurt me?" he yelled as he stomped over to America. With each step the other stepped back until he hit a wall of a building. They stood face to face. (Well kinda since America's taller)

"Well?" he shouted.

America looked away with his eyes shut tight. "Ugh…Arthur you need… get away..." he struggled between gasps.

England was going to protest, that is until Prussia took his arm and jerked him away.

"Can you get back to the apartment?" Prussian asked the vampire.

"Yeah I think so" America replied.

"Then get out of here!"

England watched as America stumbled away into the shadows.

"What the fuck?" he practically screeched

"Will you just shut up? Or do you want to be arrested for supposed murder? Cuz I'm not! You're lucky to even be alive!" Prussia snapped "Go back to the apartment. I'm pretty sure America isn't going to attack you after the feast he just had."

"You expect me to be alone with that prick?" England snorted "No way"

"Would you like to get rid of the body?" Prussia said pointing at the dead body. "Besides he's probably a wreck right now."

"Why?"

"Well if you were as awesome as me you would see that he's been protecting you from himself… for a long time."

~xXx~

Why he didn't just run off to tell the world his former charge was a vampire he had no clue. Instead he listened to that infuriating dimwit and went back to America's apartment.

He ascended the stairs of the building and found the door was half open. England walked forward cautiously until he heard a wail.

"I'm so stupid! He hates me! He hates me I just know it! *hic*"

Was America drunk? Well the guy he just killed did have alcohol in his system….OH GOD!

England saw he was sprawled on the couch sobbing in a pillow. Seriously? He was worried, he was almost murdered and and he's just lying there crying drunk!

He stormed into the room. "Why you no good piece of horse shit! I go out of my way to see if you were alright and then you had the gall to jump out the window and scare me half to death! And then that poor man! He was just minding his own business and you KILLED HIM! Ripped his bloody throat out as if he was some biscuit you had a fancy for! What the bloody hell were you thinking? I don't know what to do with you!"

America peeked up from his pillow with wide eyes. Not so much from the rant and curses but the fact he was even here! Shouldn't he be somewhere terrified or plotting to put a stake in his heart? Wait? Why would he do that again? Who cares he was just happy to be with him!

America hiccupped and got up from the couch. England fell silent "Don't fucking cry when I'm talking to you! You almost killed me and you're a bigger mess then I am! A bloody vampire! A fucking undead drinking blood to survive! How long have you been like this? This is insane and, and... fucking bollocks." He forgot he could get killed if he wasn't careful even if Prussia said he'd be sane. Come now, he's drunk!

"Arthur…" America wrapped his arms around the blond. "I love you." Tears spilled from his eyes. "You don't know how much it hurts to make the one person you love most hate you."

England blushed "Twit I don't hate you! I can never hate you." he said looking up at the Americans tear stained face.

"*hic* Really?"

"Yes really."

"Really really"

"Yes really really"

"Really rea—"

"Just shut up! I said—"

America's lips crashed down onto the others. "I love you" he cooed in between kisses until he was shoved away.

England's face was a deep red. "America…you taste like blood"

"Oh" he said slumping on the couch. "Right…I forgot" America gave a sad smile "Why would anyone love a monster?"

And tears ran down his face once more.