Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia

WARNING: this chapter contains more mature content so if you don't want to read it then that is fine but please do not complain as this is an M-rated story. You have been warned.

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Gilbert clenched the small silver cross in his hand, feeling the tingling as it burnt his skin. He remembered Ludwig, he remembered Claudia, the one who raised him to be such a strong Noble. He remembered how attached he had grown to her; he would have done anything for her. He didn't know whether it was the bond every vampire had with heir Sire, or whether he had simply adored her because he had been her favourite. It always hurt now to think of Claudia, but his fist tightened around the cross she had worn. It never burnt her, she was far too strong for silver to hurt her at all, and she always wore it as a mockery, bragging and boasting about how much more powerful she was. But Gilbert only admired her for it, and after he watched her turn to dust, he claimed the cross as his own – a token to remember her by.

He gently put the cross back in the small encasing he had had made for it, before tying it back around his neck. He needed a layer between the silver and his flesh, or else a cross mark would be engraved deeply into his skin. But he still wore it, and the casing was transparent and discreet, so it was only noticed from a close proximity.

Gilbert straightened up, before touring the many halls of the large house in search of his French friend. Behind the door to Francis' chambers, he heard the giggling and excitement of women, two he predicted. He rapped his knuckles against the door, and a slightly muffled "oui" granted his permission to enter. He grinned, opening the door and stepping into the room quickly, closing the door behind him.

Inside, Francis was sprawled on his King-sized bed, with one girl, a brunette, running her hands over his broad, bare chest, while another girl, blonde, looked as if she had only just pulled her lips away from Francis'. The French vampire had one hand draped over the blonde's hip, another gently caressing the brunette's breast, running his index finger over the intricate lace material of her bra.

"Mind if I join you?" The albino grinned, not waiting for a response as he laid down next to the Frenchman and dragged the blonde girl onto his lap. She took the hint and turned her attention to Gilbert, while the slightly older brunette took the opportunity to straddle Francis, sitting just above his crotch and teasingly sliding over it a little. This earned an approving grin from the Frenchman, who grasped her calves to pull her closer.

Gilbert grasped the younger blonde's breasts, considerably more roughly than Francis ever would, and in response she pushed closer to him, her cleavage bursting onto his chest shamelessly. Both vampires often indulged in such pleasures during the daylight, as they never slept and couldn't step out into the light of day. The girls they were with were Nobles as well, but they were far lower in the Noble hierarchy than Francis and Gilbert. But neither woman complained, as to please vampires such as the albino or the Frenchman was a great honour and personal pleasure as well. Francis and Gilbert were almost unnaturally handsome, which was enough to sway nearly any Noble into their beds, male or female.

The brunette captured Francis' lips with her own, gently grinding against him, pleased when she received moans of approval or gestures coaxing her closer. She was far more experienced than the blonde, however, and Gilbert was beginning to get irritated by his companion. The blonde kept changing her mind about how to please the albino, which meant she quickly went from nibbling his earlobe delicately to suddenly grinding against him roughly. Gilbert gave a growl of annoyance and pushed her away.

"You're hopeless, you know that?! Maybe you should learn from her more!" He demanded, gesturing towards the brunette, who had tangled her hands in the Frenchman's hair, neither of them paying the slightest bit of attention to Gilbert or the blonde.

The albino laid back against the soft pillows, letting out a despairing sigh. The blonde girl looked as if she might cry, she had never been rejected before. She watched her brunette companion with envy, before determinedly climbing on top of Gilbert again, sitting just above his crotch and teasing him like the brunette had done. Gilbert glanced at her, before shifting, giving her another chance. He kissed her chest, before flipping them over so he was now on top of her, pinning her down to the mattress. She looked a little afraid, before doing her best to make herself look attractive, arching her back to press her breasts against his chest. Gilbert let go of one of her small wrists and slid the free arm around her waist, before grinding against her fiercely.

It was clear that he was agitated, and he was taking it out on the poor girl. He gripped her tightly and dug his fingers into her back, but when she cried out, he only got angrier. He threw her back against the mattress and clawed a hand down her chest, and she yelped as an audible crack was heard. Gilbert had always been a strong Noble, and had cracked the girl's rib. But he didn't stop, and now the brunette had pulled back from Francis, both of them watching the scene.

Gilbert gave a growl of rage and ripped the bra she was wearing, exposing her, before plunging his hand straight into the girl's chest, cracking more of her ribs and earning screams of agony as he gripped her raw, still heart in his hand. With no mercy left in his eyes, he ripped the heart right out of her chest, and she stopped screaming. The girl paled a little, before crumbling to dust on the bed, her heart also disintegrating in Gilbert's hand. Everything went silent, and the albino stood, storming out of the room.

The brunette stared at the grey pile that was the only trace that the girl had ever been there, an expression of honest surprise on her pretty features.

"I'm afraid my friend is rather bad-tempered..." Francis declared, glancing at her. She paused a moment, before looking back at him with a grin.

"She always was a tart~" she replied carelessly. At this, Francis chuckled, before crashing their lips together again and humming in approval as the brunette trailed her hands down towards his belt hungrily.

A/N: um yeah I thought I might try a little experimental chapter…was this okay? Because I always picture vampires as being incredibly pleasure-orientated so…~

Please review and let me know what you thought~ AND whether I should later include a more mature FrUK scene, if ya know what I mean~ XD