Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. Hidekaz Himaruya does.

Thank you for everyone that has stuck with the story, even though I take a long time to update. So thanks guys. Oh and sorry 'bout Lovi's mouth, you know how he is. Hopefully I can continue to update quickly now that it is summer time. No school!

Chapter 4

"Дерьмо!" (shit) Russia landed on the hard bricked floor. He heard a snicker coming from his side and glared up at the sorcerer laughing above him.

"China." Russia began in a cold voice. China immediately stopped laughing and instead rolled his eyes.

"I told you not to push them." China walked around the edge of the chalk circle that had been drawn on the ground. "You won't be able to connect to them for a while."

Russia did not reply. He stood up and adjusted the scarf around his neck. Taking long even strides, he walked out of the circle to a chair situated by a table. China watched from the opposite side of the room.

"You are not strong enough." Russia stated. China glared at the man. Russia looked over to the enraged Asian man. "Find Japan for me." China cursed the man under his breath but made his way out of the room.

Russia sat down in the chair and examined the contents of the table. On the table, there were several folders filled with papers. On each folder a name was written, below that name was the title of a country and below that was a single word. He picked up several of the folders and laid them out.

One was entitled with 'Ludwig Beillschmidt; Germany; Vampire'. Russia moved it to the side.

Another one 'Gilbert Beillschmidt; Prussia; Vampire' He laid it on top of the other folder.

He did this with several of the folders until he came across a pile of folders that had yet to become a part of his 'family'. They were his goals in achieving what he wanted.

"Hmm…" Russia flipped through the folders. He got to one that interested him the most, one that could help him with what he currently needed.

Arthur Kirkland

England

Sorcerer

~A.B.B~

Antonio rushed through the halls, paying no attention to the looks students were giving him. The Spaniard had caught sight of Lovino walking down the hall but when Antonio called out to him, the Italian took off down the hall.

Antonio pushed himself to run faster. He managed to catch up to the Italian. To avoid losing Lovino, he threw his leg out and tripped him.

The smaller boy went crashing into the floor with a long string of curses. "Ow! What the hell was that for!" He rolled over onto his back and narrowed his eyes at Antonio.

Antonio's normally happy-go-lucky attitude had turned serious, his smile was now in a frown and his brows were furrowed in worry. "We need to go back to your abuelo."(grandpa)

"No." Lovino spat out. He did not want to go back to where his grandfather was. There was no real reason behind it but the feeling of something was wrong and being around his grandfather was not going to help.

Antonio narrowed his eyes down at the Italian. Lovino's heart skipped in panic. He scrambled to get up, away from the angered Spaniard but Antonio was already on Lovino. The green-eyed teen pulled the struggling boy from the ground.

"Let go of me!" Lovino elbowed Antonio in the stomach, he doubled over in pain. Lovino took a step away from Antonio and moved to run from him. Antonio reached his hand out and grabbed the Italian's arm. He tried to get out of his grip but Antonio tightened his hand.

"Lovino…" Antonio breathed out. Said teen stopped his movements and glared at the Spaniard. "We need to go back."

"Why are you doing this?" Lovino continued trying to get out of Antonio's hold.

Antonio pulled Lovino closer, their faces centimeters apart. He began talking in a low voice. "Because whatever happened in that room was not natural and if your grandfather can help then you should talk to him. I don't want you to get hurt…"

Lovino didn't reply. He glared at Antonio and yanked his arm out of his grasp. "Bastardo stupido. Tu non sai niente…"(You stupid bastard. You don't know anything…) Lovino growled.

Antonio frowned in confusion, trying to remember what little Italian he knew. Lovino pushed pass the confused teen and stomped down the hall.

"Wait!" Antonio caught up to Lovino. "Where are you going?"

Lovino continued walking, hardly regarding Antonio. "I need to talk to my fratello."

Antonio let a small smile grace his features and walked beside the unusually calm Italian.

Caelius watched Lovino and Antonio amble towards their group. Lovino refused to meet his grandfather's gaze and instead glared at the German sleeping next to his brother.

"Oi! What the hell are you doing?" Lovino stomped towards Ludwig and kicked his leg. Ludwig snapped his eyes open, startled by the sudden force pressed against his leg.

"Why the hell did you do that!" Gilbert stood up, towering over the smaller male.

Feliciano jumped in surprise and quickly moved away from Ludwig towards his brother. "Lovi! Please calm down!"

"Like hell I will!" Lovino fumed. A couple of students that were milling around in the hall stared at the commotion. Lovino turned around towards Caelius and spoke in Italian. "Tu! Che diavolo sta succedendo? Perché ti sembra di conoscere così dannatamente tanto?"(You! What the hell is happening! Why do you seem to know so damn much?)

Caelius remained stoic. "We will discuss this at home."

Gilbert offered a hand to his brother. Ludwig gratefully took it and got off of the floor.

"Now that we are all here," Caelius regarded the group. "We can talk about this at my home."

Ludwig, Feliciano, and Gilbert piled into Caelius' car. Antonio drove Lovino's car, afraid that he would try to drive away. Lovino sat pouting in the passenger seat.

The group arrived at the Vargas household several minutes later. They entered the house, a tense silence following them. Gilbert and Ludwig stayed close by each other as did Lovino and Feliciano, Antonio stood between Gilbert and Lovino, separating the two. Caelius stiffly led the teens through the kitchen to a locked door. Lovino and Feliciano looked to one another. They had been told not to go down there, their grandfather had told them that it was unsafe and it needed to be redone.

He swiftly pulled an old looking key out of his pocket and slid it into the lock. He turned the key, the lock clicked and unlatched. He pulled the door open and flipped the light switch on. The boys followed Caelius down a rickety set of stairs down into the basement.

When they stepped off the stairs they found themselves in a hallway. They walked down the hall and entered into a widely spacious area. It was furnished with carpet and furniture. Caelius stepped towards the middle of the room where a medium-sized round table stood. Papers and files were strewn about the table in a chaotic fashion. Around the table there were several straight back chairs with forest green padding. Sofas and plush chairs were situated around the room.

On the far right wall there was a map of the world covering a large portion of the area. It looked old and yellowed with arrows pointing to different places and thumb tacks pressed into the map in a random pattern. The names of the countries and oceans were written in indistinguishable curvy lettering. Underneath the map was a wooden pedestal with a large leather bound book laying upon it. The title on the tome was written in fancy lettering that looked to be in Latin.

On the left side of the room there was an enormous bookshelf filled with abundance of old, worn books. On the wall across from the entrance was a large painting of twins, they looked exactly like Lovino and Feliciano but they wore long white robes with crosses down the middle. The one that looked like Feliciano had a carefree, happy look upon his face and was surrounded by a faded red glow while the one that looked like Lovino had a scowl and was surrounded by a faded blue glow.

"W-what is all of this?" Feliciano stuttered out. The older of the twins stomped across the room and gazed up at the painting.

"When was this painting done?" Lovino stared at the person that seemed to be him.

"It was done hundreds of years ago." Caelius stood; his expression unchanging as his grandson gaped at him.

"Hundreds of years ago?" Feliciano stared unbelieving next to his brother.

Caelius swiveled towards the three standing awkwardly in the doorway. "Please, sit down." He gestured to the sofas.

Antonio sat down on a plush, dark red chair. Gilbert and Ludwig sat down on an equally red love seat.

"Yes, hundreds of years ago…" Caelius stepped around the table and stood behind his grandsons.

"Who are they?" Feliciano turned his gaze up to his grandfather. Lovino also brought his narrowed eyes up.

"They are you." Caelius stated.

"What the hell do you mean?" Lovino shouted. "That's not even fucking possible."

"Well…" The eldest Italian gazed up at the painting. "They aren't you, per say. More like you are them.

"You see…" Caelius paused, choosing his words carefully. "You two are the reincarnates of them."

"We're… reincarnations?" Feliciano brows knitted in confusion.

"Yes, see," Caelius guided the boys to an empty couch and sat them down. He then brought a chair from the table and sat down in front of everyone. "They are members of the Vargas family.

"Around the late nineteenth century, our family firmly believed that twins were special, that they held divine power. It was also said that one of the twins held a link to heaven while the other was a link to hell and when combined, they could create a gate way between the two.

"The one that looks like Feliciano was the link to hell and Lovino's counterpart was the link to heaven."

Feliciano interrupted his grandfather's speech. "How did they know which was which?"

"They thought that light always prevailed over dark, therefore the first born, the light, was prevailing over the second born, the dark." Caelius explained then continued with his previous thoughts.

"They would dress in these heavy, white robes and hold ceremonies to appease each side. Other people heard of this and thought of the twins as abominations. They wanted to rid their village of what they believed to be fake gods. The town's people hated the idea of ordinary humans carrying what could be links to otherworldly places." Caelius took a breath.

"Those people soon spread the news around and held a meeting. They gathered a group of those who wanted to be rid of the twins. They planned to kill them. It was the night of a ceremony, they entered the designated building where the twins would be and hid in the back of the ceremonial room. They waited until everyone was gathered and the twins were seated at the altar when they started their plan. They wanted everyone to know that they couldn't be gods, seeing as mere humans wouldn't be able to kill a god. Throughout the crowd there were some skeptics who went to the ceremonies to see if the twins' would ever actually prove their links.

"They advanced upon the twins, fully prepared to stab each through the heart. When they pinned the twins down and stabbed them the twins joined hands. This caused a bright light to expel from them. It was much like what you saw earlier today; only ten times that. The light engulfed the room and its occupants. When the light cleared, those that had not been believers were sprawled across the floor, dead." Caelius paused; everyone was waiting patiently for him to continue.

"Those that were left went insane. The only one unaffected by the light was their caretaker. He is the one that wrote down the details of what happened that night and gave it to the Vargas family, it was passed down to certain people, those able to handle the knowledge. Anyways, their caretaker has written down that their bodies looked like peaceful angels sleeping, awaiting their time to ascend into grace. One of the strange things he stated was that the knives that were thrust into their chests were no longer there and there was no blood or even a wound. That next night he wrote that he had a dream, a message was sent to him really. The twins came to him, telling him that they would return as soon as they could and that he was to record what happened so that in the future they may know themselves."

"There hasn't been a pair of twins in this family until seventeen years ago, when you two were born." Caelius sighed. "I should have known better than to think that if I took you out of Italy you wouldn't experience your Holy Spirit form."

"Holy Spirit?" Lovino asked.

"Right, that is what the caretaker called the twins' more powerful half of themselves, as in what he saw that night."

"Why did it happen today?" Lovino spoke up once more. "What was so special about today?"

Caelius shook his head. "I don't know, but it must have to do with you both fainting. What did you dream about while you were unconscious?"

"I don't remember…" Lovino looked towards his look-a-like.

"I do." Feliciano stared at the floor with an uncharacteristic frown etched across his face. The details of the dream were getting muddled up. "There was a tall man…He had scary purple eyes and a long scarf around his neck…He kept telling me I would be part of his 'family' and called me Veneciano. I don't want to be a part of his family, he's really scary." Feliciano began to tear up. Both Gilbert and Ludwig tensed up at the description, it went unnoticed by Feliciano but not by Caelius.

"It must have been a sort of defense mechanism." Caelius turned his bright golden eyes toward the Beillschmidt brothers. "Do you boys know something?"

Ludwig locked eyes with the elder man. "If what Feliciano says is true…then the person he is describing is a man that we," He gestured to himself and his brother. "Have encountered before."

"Really?" Caelius sounded surprised. "Then please elaborate."

"That man is a vampire named Ivan Braginski, however, he goes by the name of Russia." Ludwig said bitterly. "He is a sick and twisted man who will do just about anything to get his way."

Gilbert sat up straighter and added to the discussion. "His so called 'family' is really just a bunch of people he can convince and manipulate into doing his dirty work. He doesn't care about any of them. His sisters maybe but other than that he could kill anyone of his 'family members' and not give a shit."

"If he is so bad, why do you two know him so well?" Caelius narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

"Because we used to be a part of his family, it was long time ago though." Ludwig explained.

"How long ago?"

"Nearly a hundred years." Gilbert answered without a second thought.

Feliciano's eyes widened. "Are you…are you vampires as well?"

"Yes." Gilbert and Ludwig answered at the same time.

Antonio, who had been sitting quietly and listening to the stories, tried to take in the overload of information. "Dios mio…"(My god) Gilbert looked over to his friend as though he just remembered he was there.

"Tony?" Gilbert stared at his friend in worry. "You all right?"

Antonio sent his friend a weak smile. "Oh… uh… yeah…"

"You dumb ass!" Lovino interrupted, glaring at the silver-haired male. "Why the hell would he be okay? He just found out his friend is a vampire!"

"Aww…Lovi… It's fine…Really." Antonio looked pale and a bit distraught.

"You don't look so good." Feliciano pointed out. "Maybe you should lie down."

Caelius stood from his spot, eyeing the Spaniard. "Yes, that would be a good idea. This is a lot to take in at once. You can rest in the guest room for a bit." Antonio looked ready to refuse. "It's just until you feel better."

Antonio nodded and stood up on shaky legs. The others stood as well and followed Caelius out of the room. The elder showed the teen to the guest room while the others were left to mill about in the living room.

Lovino glared at Gilbert as he passed him and whispered dirty curses. He proceeded to stalk up to his room angrily. Feliciano sat down on the couch and watch his brother leave the room.

"Fratello…" Feliciano mumbled in concern.

"Your brother pisses me off." Gilbert announced.

Feliciano looked up with tears in his eyes.

"Bruder." Ludwig had a warning tone in his voice.

"What? He does." Gilbert replied. "I'm gonna go make a call. Be back in a few." Gilbert made his way into the kitchen, already pulling his phone out and dialing the number.

Ludwig sat down next to Feliciano. The smaller male flinched but otherwise did nothing.

"Y-you looked very familiar…" Feliciano stumbled over his words. Ludwig looked over to the Italian. "When I first met you…I had this vision of a small boy who looked like he could be a younger version of you…I thought that maybe we had met when we were younger…but…I guess he is just a memory from the past Feliciano…"

Ludwig didn't respond, he just nodded and turned his gaze up to the ceiling. Ludwig could hear his brother in the kitchen talking to Matthew, reassuring him that he is all right.

~A.B.B~

Alfred pushed the door to his home open and announced his presence to his mother. He moved into the house pulling a shorter blonde with him.

"Oh! Alfred!" His mother called from the upstairs. She hurriedly made her way down to greet her son and his friend. Her blue eyes that of which resembled her son's lit up. "Arthur! Are you staying the night?"

Arthur pulled away from Alfred and more towards Mrs. Jones. "If that's fine with you."

Mrs. Jones gave Arthur a bright smile. "Of course! You are always welcome here. You and Alfred have been friends since you were this tall." She lowered her hand down to her waist. "I don't even know why you ask anymore!"

A small smile started to make its way onto Arthur's face at the older woman's words. "Thank you, Mrs. Jones."

"Oh please, we've gone over this. Call me Amelia, you're here so much, you're practically family!" Amelia shuffled into the kitchen. "Dinner will be done soon!"

"'Kay mom! We'll be in my room!" Alfred called back and went up to his room with Arthur following behind.

Arthur entered Alfred's room and immediately grimaced. Clothes were strewn about, empty soda cans littered the computer desk, and a collection of DVDs were scattered by the television. "Good heavens Alfred. Do you ever clean your room?"

Alfred rolled his eyes and fell backwards onto his bed. "The hero has no time for such a menial task!"

It was Arthur's turn to roll his eyes. He crossed the room and stood in front of Alfred's bed. The taller male scooted over to the left side of the bed; Arthur laid down beside Alfred and stared up at the ceiling.

"So… What do you wanna do?" Alfred turned his head to look at Arthur.

Arthur shifted his gaze towards Alfred. "It's what do you want to do, not wanna."

Alfred opened his mouth to reply but a loud crash from the lower level cut him off. Alfred sat up. Alfred sniffed the air and wrinkled his nose, he could smell vampire.

"What was that?" Arthur sat up as well.

"I don't kn-" A loud scream echoed throughout the house.

Alfred and Arthur scrambled off of the bed and ran out of the room. Arthur nearly ran into Alfred's back as Alfred skidded to a halt in front of the kitchen entrance. A tall man wearing a scarf stared down at Alfred's unconscious mother. He brought his gaze up to Arthur and smiled.

"Who the hell are you?" Alfred nearly yelled at the man.

"I am Russia." He had an amused look in his eyes. He looked back at the woman on the ground. "She is not hurt…much."

Alfred stepped forward but Arthur grabbed his arm before he could attack the man. "Wait Alfred."

"Why are you here?" Alfred narrowed his eyes at Russia.

Russia looked between the two before his gaze settled on Arthur, his smile unwavering. "I am here to take home my new brother."

Alfred frowned at the words, confused. Suddenly, Arthur's grasp was ripped away from Alfred's arm, startling the two of them. A raven-haired man with dull brown eyes had pulled Arthur away from Alfred. In his surprise, Arthur was unable to fight back and was knocked unconscious by the smaller man.

"Arthur!" Alfred moved towards the Asian man who was already making his way out of the house.

That was quickly stopped though when he was pinned against the wall by his neck, cutting off his supply of oxygen. Russia's hand tightened making Alfred wince in pain. He clawed at the appendage around his throat and struggled in a vain attempt to get away.

"Do not struggle," Russia brought his face closer to Alfred's. "I will soon come back for you as well." Alfred stopped his movements and glared at the man.

Russia just continued to smile, his eyes shining with violence. "If you want answers…" He thought for a moment. "Oh, da… You should contact the Beillschmidt brothers." He laughed; Alfred flinched at the smell of vodka on the other's breath. "They should be of great help."

He let go of Alfred. The young werewolf dropped to his knees and sucked in a large gulp of air. He looked up and found that Russia was no longer in his sight, already having left.

Alfred glared at the spot the Russian had been occupying. A small whimper to his right caught his attention. His mother's eyebrows furrowed but she did not wake. Alfred stood up and shuffled forwards. He carefully picked his mother up off of the floor and carried her up to her bedroom. He put his mother on her bed and left the room, leaving the door open just a bit.

He stumbled down the stairs and found that the loud crash was caused by the door forcefully slamming open and hitting the wall. There were no damages, fortunately, that would be hard to explain. He opened one of the drawers in the kitchen and pulled a piece of paper and pen out. He quickly scribbled a note saying he would be gone for a little bit and left it on the table.

He walked out of his house and stood on the porch. He pulled his phone out and punched in the number for his brother's number.

"Alfred?" Alfred let out a breath of relief in hearing his brother's voice.

"Hey, Mattie, where are you right now?"

"I am on my way to hockey practice, you know that." Matthew sighed in exasperation.

"Could you come pick me up?" Alfred's voice was shaky.

"Is everything okay? Where are you?"

"I am outside of our house. I really need you to come pick me up… I need to talk to you."

"Umm…Why can't you tell me over the phone?"

Alfred sighed in frustration. "'Cause it'll be easier in person…please Matthew… just hurry."

There was silence on the other end; for a moment Alfred thought that Matthew had hung up on him.

"I'll be there in a few minutes."

"Thank you Mat-"

Matthew cut him off. "But you better tell me what is going on."

"I will. I promise. Love you Mattie."

"Love you too, Al." Alfred heard a beep signaling Matthew had hung up.

"Just please hurry." Alfred thought out loud as he slid down to sit on the smooth wooden porch. He let out a sigh, his mind replaying the events that just occurred. "Please hurry."