I AM HOME! Oh em gee.

So, just as a word of warning. This chapter has a slight FrUk undertone. It can be ignored due to circumstances but to those who like that pairing...

I don't own Hetalia. I will own a copy of the DVD and manga when it comes out in September, though! :D

To be honest, America freaked out a little waking up next to Russia.

He was also surprised that Russia could be so warm. Russia's arms wrapped around America's torso from behind, Russia's chest to his shoulder blades. America felt like he was pressed against a warm wall. A peak over his shoulder showed Russia asleep and smiling.

It was…cute.

It was an honest smile, not the fake one he put on just to make others happy. That smile and his slow, steady breathing made America think twice about getting up. Should he get up and risk waking Russia? America sighed, he had to. He had to get up and start the day. America planned on meeting up with England to find a cure for Russia's vampirism that actually would work and not make Russia go…crazy...so often.

America wiggled a little, and Russia hugged him tighter, mumbling something in Russian. America slowly picked at Russia's fingers, sliding out inch by inch and replacing himself with a pillow.

On the tip of his toes, America snuck into the bathroom and checked for bite marks. They were faint, not really noticeable unless someone was looking for them. He had no idea where Russia kept that medicine so they were just gonna have to stay as is for the time being.

America wasn't surprised to see England already at work when he arrived at the "workroom".

France, seated at a small table along the wall, smiled at him as he came in. "Good morning, dear America."

"Mornin'," America mumbled, staring at England.

The Englishman himself was surrounded by books. He sat on the floor, eyes skipping from page to page, book to book. Dark crescent shapes marked under his eyes suggested England had not gotten sleep. At least twenty pages of notes in a language that certainly wasn't English were scattered around. France sighed.

"He's been at it all night…"

America walked over, careful not to step on any of the pages or books. He shook England's shoulder.

"England?"

"What?" England snapped. He didn't look up from his work.

"Uh…."

"I'm busy, America! What is it?"

"I…I just wanted to see how…how things were going…"

England gave a frustrated growl. "Bloody brilliant! What does it look like? I've been up all bloody night! Haven't found any bloody answers! And you bloody come in here to bloody ask how I bloody am!"

America's eyes grew wide. "I-I didn't-"

"America, how about you get us all something to eat?" France stood from his seat and looked at America. "England is in a mood, oui? We do not need him tired and hungry."

"Oh," America thought for a second. Food made people happier, so France's logic made sense. "Sure…I'll go get some…donuts or something."

England scoffed, "Bloody Donuts! I'm trying to do bloody research and you're going to buy bloody donuts!"

France sighed, shaking his head. He turned back to America, "Whatever is fine. It can't be as bad his food…"

England didn't hear that apparently, since there was no retort, but America nodded and headed back to the street to find a bakery.

France leaned against the wall. "He was only trying to help."

"Well, I don't need his bloody help. He needs mine!"

France chuckled; sometimes England was too paternal for his own good. "How is the research then?"

England rubbed his oversized eyebrows, "Not good. None of the characteristics America gave me match up with the records I have. It would help if I had the live example to work with."

France looked shocked, "A real vampire, you mean?"

"Yes. But they tend to keep to themselves. Besides I have protective spells on myself that prevents vampire attacks, so they would not be interested in me anyway."

France rolled his eyes. "You and your magic…"

England froze, "….That's it."

"What's it?"

England had a strange glint in his eyes, "My magic!"

"What about it…" France didn't like that look.

England ran over to a table covered with bottles of potions. He picked a beaker and started mixing.

"Seriously, though…" France smiled nervously, "What-"

England swirled the concoction in the beaker. "Francis…."

"Oui?"

"Let's make a deal…"

America wondered the London streets. Getting away from the countries and their problems, being able to pose as a random guy on the street… it was nice. He wondered for a moment if Russia felt like that sometimes? Then again it would be hard for him. Always dressed for snow and he was just so freakin' tall…he naturally drew attention that he didn't always want.

And yet Russia was lonely.

Yeah, that had to be why…why America had kissed him last night.

He was sympathetic for Russia, sorry for Russia, and not at all attracted to-….to….

America blushed. Man…Russia sure could kiss though…

America slapped himself. Don't think like that, Jones! You're just trying to help him get better. Vodka kisses were totally... part of... that. Yeah!

…Weren't they?

America looked up at the crowd, as if it would answer. Instead it moved along, chatter and car engine sounds drifted into his ears. Across the street was a bakery. A French bakery actually. America smiled; at least he didn't have to think on an empty stomach now.

America stepped down the stairs to England's work room. The last thing he expected was to see France kissing England's neck but sure enough…

"What the heck?" America dropped the two bags of donuts he had bought.

England sighed, but held still. France licked England's neck. Trails of England's blood were visible. "I needed a test subject so-"

"So you turned France into a vampire!"

"Only temporarily. The deal was that he could have some of my blood of he worked with me." England cringed as France made a new bite mark. "Hey! I said you could have three bites!"

France groaned lustfully, "But, mon cheri, your blood…it is delicious!"

"I said three!" England jumped up and walked away, France almost falling on his face at the sudden movement.

He sulked. "I'm still thirsty…"

"Deal with it." England looked back at America. "Donuts?"

"Uh…sorta. They had pastries and stuff so I got a bunch of those."

England sighed and gave America an apologetic look. "Give me one…"

America handed England the bag and looked back over at France. Everything about France, except his clothes, seemed…discolored. His normally golden hair was pale and brittle looking. Likewise his skin was a chalky white, lacking the radiance it normally had. France was shaking a little his eyes never leaving England's neck. His tongue darted out and licked at the blood around his mouth.

"France, come here. I need you to do something."

"O-of course, mon cheri…" The Frenchman stood and walked over to England.

America watched in wonder and, at the same time, horror. France looked like…well, a monster. The two stood at the potion table. England had moved his books and papers onto it. A perverted monster. His arm wrapped around England's waist, and returned no matter how many times he batted it away. France's chin rested on England's shoulder, every now and then his tongue attempted to lick at England's neck.

Vampire France was nothing like Russia.

Russia was always (relatively) calm about his problem and his skin and hair didn't change tones either. France just seemed…well, like a pervert with a skin condition who needed to wash his hair. Maybe that was just because it was France, who knew?

Someone knocked on the door at the top of the stairs.

France backed off England as he walked over. A cloaked figure came down the stairs and spoke to England in a hushed voice. England nodded a few times before the figure left just as quietly as he had came in.

"What was that?"

"I need to tend to some business," England glared at France and then turned to America. "Both of you stay here and behave yourselves. I'll be back shortly." England started up the stairs.

A wave of panic struck America, and he ran after England. "But-"

"But nothing!" England leaned close, "I need you to watch France for me. He's…still getting used to the potion. You're strong, you can handle him."

"I…I…." America doubted he could handle a perverted vampire.

England sighed. "Fine…" He called over to France. "France! If you behave I'll let you have…two more bites."

France's eyes grew wide, a sick smile on his face. "Ah…Oui! That sounds wonderful. I'll be on my best behavior."

"You'd better…" England looked at America. "There, okay? I'll be back shortly."

And then England left. A ray of sunlight flashed down the stairs as the door opened and shut. France hissed at it and backed away into the shadows.

America thought back to that morning, warm, comfy Russia. And now…

France looked at him and smiled.

Fangs.

Alone with vampire France... Any volunteers? XD

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