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Germany didn't look up. Italy could feel him shaking, growling, and breathing heavily.
"West?" a worried Prussia started to ask. "Are you…"
Germany snarled suddenly when he looked up Italy could see his fangs glistening in the moonlight and his eyes had darkened.
"Prussia." he growled. His voice sounded like cold ice and full of malice. "Don't leave Italys side. The same to you Austria."
Germany stood and started forward.
"West wait, what…" Prussia started going towards and reaching to his brother.
Germany snarled again his eyes flashing. "I said don't leave Italys side!"
Prussia immediately took the few steps backward and sat beside Italy.
Germany turned to the other vampires. They took a step back when they saw the anger in his eyes.
Germany slid a knife from his side and brought it to his arm. He pressed on the skin until the metal cut through causing a river of blood to flow down his arm. Movement caught Italy's eyes. He turned his head to the side and felt his eyes widen.
The shadows were moving. Quivering and stretching forward before pulling back like a tide. It almost looked like it was clawing at the ground in an attempt to escape its confinement.
Prussia hissed lightly. Italy turned to look at him.
"I think West is about to lose control." he said.
Roderich nodded. "We are about to see his true form."
Prussia leaned forward, his eyes focused on his brother.
Germany had brought his hand covered in blood upwards to his face. The blood surged upwards and transformed and reshaped itself into a hand baring its claws.
Germany snarled and leaped forward bringing the blood claw downwards. Italy closed his eyes as he heard the vampires scream and the unmistakable sound of skin being ripped through.
When he heard Prussia gasp softly he opened his eyes again the bodies of three of the vampires were on the ground and the remaining ones were on the side, some bleeding heavily.
What had made Prussia gasp was Germany. Germany was different, even Italy could see that from where he was.
His blonde hair had grown immensely. Downwards almost to his knees, yet at the same time it wasn't feminine.
Germany slowly turned around. His face was entirely different. His cheekbones protruded more and his lips were curled in a snarl. His fangs were even longer than they usually were, going nearly down to his chin and shining in the moonlight. His mouth and neck was covered in blood and when he brought up his hand to wipe it away Italy saw his nails had grown as well, as sharp and pointed as his fangs.
What had changed the most were his eyes. Gone were the blue eyes Italy had loved and in their place were red eyes filled with malice, hatred, anger, a thirst for revenge clear in the orbs. Wild and untamed.
"Holy shit." Prussia hissed.
Almost in disbelief Austria nodded. "I think for once I agree with you."
"What I saw next I mean it with my entire being." Prussia said. "I honestly do not know if I should jizz or crap in my pants."
Germany was breathing heavily. He started towards Italy.
Romano immediately stood in front of Italy protectively. "Don't you even dare try to come near my brother bastard."
Germany ignored him and walked past to Italy. When he reached towards him he allowed Germany to pick him up and put him on his feet. Italy leaned against Germany gratefully.
"Take Italy home West." Prussia said. "We'll take care of things here."
Germany nodded. He placed his arm around Italy's waist protectively.
"My house or yours?" he asked quietly.
The voice. It was still the same.
"Yours." Italy said nuzzling closer to Germany.
Germany placed Italy on the bed gently against the headboard. He moved some pillows behind his back to make him more comfortable. He then peeled the torn shirt back to reveal the slowly bleeding wound.
"Don't. I'll get blood on your sheets." Italy protested.
Germany didn't say anything as he leaned to the wound. Italy felt his lips on the end of the wound. Then he felt his tongue touch his skin.
They had always done this from the neck. This seemed more intimate.
Germany looked up at Italy. He was still in his vampire form. The long hair, nails, fangs. The red eyes.
Germany followed the wound upward. Keeping his tongue and teeth on it. He gathered the blood still flowing. Italy felt the blood go down his throat.
He leaned back slightly allowing more room and access to Germany.
Finally, and too soon, Germany pulled away. Almost breathlessly Italy glanced at the wound.
It was completely healed. Not a single mark or scar was left.
Germany cleared his throat. "Like this I have a venom that can heal wounds."
Italy crawled to Germany. He climbed onto Germanys lap and curled his arms around the others chest.
Hesitantly Germany returned the embrace.
Italy closed his eyes as he leaned against him. "Your heart is racing."
He heard and felt Germany let out a shaky breath. "I think you should leave and go into the other room. I don't think I can control myself."
Italy glanced up at Germany. "What do you mean?"
Germany pressed his hand into his mouth. "Regardless you tempt me. I have this desire," Germany whispered the last word. "To drink and drink from you. Until there is nothing that remains. To dominate and control you completely."
Italys eyes widened however he stayed on Germanys lap and tightening his grip on Germanys shirt. "I trust you." he said softly.
The red eyes darkened and Germany snarled before he pushed Italy off of his lap. Italy banged against the headboard slightly.
"You don't understand." Germany snarled.
"I'm a nation." Italy said. "I'm not going to die if you drink all of my blood. I'll come back to life."
He reached out and gently touched Germanys face. "I told you, you can drink from me."
Germanys hands were shaking as he shook his head. "No."
"Germany." the sternness in Italys voice were reason enough to look up at him. "Germany let me drink your blood."
Germany looked at the other as if he was insane. "What?"
"It's something that Prussia told me a few days ago." Italy said. "It's something that can help us. Now make a cut on yourself and let me drink your blood, I won't turn into a vampire."
"I know you won't." Germany said already reaching for the knife he always kept in the nightstand. "But what would drinking my blood do?"
Italy smiled mysteriously, his eyes twinkling. "You'll see."
Wordlessly Germany shook his head and once he had gotten a firm grip on the knife he pressed it down on his wrist where blood immediately started to flow. From the haze of scent of his own blood his thoughts were able to clear slightly.
Italy took Germanys arm in his hands gently and brought the wound to his mouth. Germany was able to feel a moment of where Italys mouth covered his wound and blood entering his mouth before the wound healed.
When Italy pulled back he had a displeased look on his face as he swallowed the mouthful of blood.
"Ick." Italy said. "I can't understand why you and the others like that."
Germany shrugged. "It's simply something that we are born into liking. Now what exactly just happened?"
Italy smiled that mysterious smile once more as he pulled what remained of his shirt away from his neck. "Now you can drink with no worries."
Germanys eyes widened. "I just told you, I don't think I can control myself with you."
Italy giggled. "Germany you don't need to worry about that. Trust me this time when I tell you everything is going to be okay."
He suddenly took Germanys head and brought it down to his neck.
"Trust me Germany." Italy said softly. "There's no reason to be afraid anymore."
Germany placed his hands on Italys shoulders and brought his lips to the others neck. He licked the skin lightly, causing a slight shiver to go through Italy, before he used to fangs to gently pierce through the skin.
The familiar scent and taste of Italys blood filled him and Germany gave a moan before his fangs pierced deeper.
Italy gave a moan as well as his fingers went into Germanys hair, threading through the strands. His breaths came out in short gasps as his eyes clouded over.
A feeling of lightheadedness started to descend on him. Licking his lips he whispered a word that Prussia had told him to.
"Absens"
Between their bodies a flash of light appeared and Germany was pushed away from Italy by an unseen force.
Italy had to stifle a giggle. The look of shock on Germanys face was priceless.
"What…what was that?" Germany asked.
"It's what Prussia told me." Italy said happily. "It only works if I drink some of your blood as well. But after that he said that we're bonded, whatever that means, and that I can use that word when you're drinking from me if I think it's going too far. He also said that Hungary also has that power with Austria and him."
Germany shook his head in amusement. He could feel himself starting to relax and his heart coming to a steady and slow beat once more.
Slowly he felt the transformation in himself come undone. His fangs retreated back as well as his nails, he could feel every part of his change back into its more human, if not natural, form.
Germany was walking towards the kitchen clad in only his boxers and using a towel to dry his wet hair. He stopped in the doorway to the kitchen when he saw his brother sitting there quietly drinking from a bottle of beer.
"Hey." Germany said as he continued into the kitchen. He draped the towel on the back of the chair as he pulled a beer from the fridge as well and sat across from his brother.
"Hey." Prussia answered. "We just barely got Romano to calm down, he was screaming something about defiling his brother and an exorcism or some shit like that. Took a while to calm him down. We needed to call Spain in to help."
Germany shook his head. "That's going to be something interesting to look forward to."
Prussia nodded as he watched his brother. He waited until Germany had taken a swing of his beer before he asked "So did you and Italy have sex?"
The shock from the question caused Germanys eyes to widen and for him to spit out all the beer in his mouth onto his brother.
"As much as I like beer." Prussia said, brushing his bangs that were plastered to his forehead due to the beer. "And I wouldn't really mind a shower of it, just not when it's coming from my brothers mouth."
"What the hell did you just ask me?" Germany hissed.
"All I did was ask if you guys had sex or not." Prussia said taking another swing from his own bottle. "Pretty innocent question if you ask me."
Germany groaned lightly as he massaged his temple. "We did not have sex."
"Pity." Prussia murmured. "But you guys are official now right?"
The blush staining Germanys face was more of an enough answer that Prussia needed.
"That depends." Germany said staring determinedly at the bottle in his hand. "What exactly does being bonded mean?"
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