Oh gosh oh gosh oh gosh oh gosh!
Why did it just have to occur to me that I was meeting up with a vampire? Before a few minutes ago, I was all ready to go, like, We'll just meet up with some crazy-ass vampire woman and-
VAMPIRE?
Now I'm freaking out, which is weird, because my brother is a vampire so I really shouldn't be freaking out.
But I was.
I had decided to wear a formal black suit that I usually only wore for meetings or anything of that importance. Meeting a vampire is of such importance right? Also, I'm assuming vampires love the color black.
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Or should I wear red?
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Pfft, who has ever heard of a red suit? I'll stick with this black one. Plus, if I wore red, Anastaise may suck my blood. I like my blood.
I mean…er…keeping it where it…um…is.
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Anyway…
I wasn't really concerned on calming myself down, I was focused on keeping my freaking out hidden. Because if Vene saw me worried, he'd rather assume I'm afraid of girls (which I'm not, damn it) or may get suspicious and ask who I am really meeting up with.
No way am I letting him know that.
"Okay Vene, potato-ass, I'm off." I called out as I opened the door.
"Have fun~" Vene called after me.
I'll have all the fucking fun in the world~ I wanted to yell back sarcastically, but it would probably be best not to. I want to leave without Veneciano having to worry, or feel like something bad will happen while I'm out…
W-which won't…
I locked the door behind me. I can do this, I can meet up with a french-vampire-lady-person and just ask her to cure Vene and everything will be fucking okay.
Taking a deep breath, I started walking down the path and to my car (which was parked on the side of the road)
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Could this path seem to be any fucking longer?
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Finally.
After what felt like an hour, I made it to the car. Stupid nervousness making things seem longer. Hopefully time won't seem long, I'd just like to get there, chat and solve both our problems, and leave and never speak again and live happily ever after.
Is that too much to ask?
I turned the keys and the engine started. My watch read 6:28 and I had to meet up with Anastaise at 7:00. I had plenty of time. The restaurant she requested is only about half an hour from our house.
Half an hour until I meet Anastaise.
Nyyeeeeh
Why can't I go back and just send my brother instead? They can talk about how wonderful it is to be weakened by the Sun and how delicious blood is!
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Those are all the reasons to not bring Vene.
Man up Romano, you can do this. She seemed nice in the letter.
The envelope was kinda creepy though.
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I should just start driving now, right?
xxMagical Time Skip~xx
Longest. Fucking. Thirty minutes. Of. My. Life.
I just so happened to meet every single red light, be behind the slowest drivers ever, and be nervous.
When I finally pulled in front of the restaurant, it was 6:58, and the parking lot was almost full! Except for two of the Pick Up Only spaces. I didn't want to make Anastaise wait and have her get angry, assuming an angry vampire is a bad vampire, I just payed for valet-parking and tried to calm myself down before I entered.
I told the man at the counter that I was in the party under the name "D'Abuigne" and he happily lead me towards the table where she sat.
The entire time I just wanted to run in the opposite direction and drive home and tell Prussia and Veneciano that it was cancelled.
But it wasn't cancelled, and I needed to find a way to help Vene.
"Sir?" The man asked me. I must of dazed out in my worrying. "Your date is in the table in front of us."
"She isn't my date." I corrected him, and whipped my sweaty palms on my pants. He nodded and walked off, and I hesitantly turned my head to look at the person sitting at the table.
Her hair was a light brown and was french-braided…I think. I don't know the first thing about the type of braids. The makeup around her eyes was dark. Black eyeliner and thick mascara. She was wearing a long dark blue dress with no sleeves. Just like Veneciano, her skin was pale, slightly pointed ears, but there was one thing different.
While Vene had red eyes, Anastaise's eyes were a icy blue color.
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"Hello." Her accent was very thick and she motioned to the empty seat in front of her. "Sit."
My feet feel like they've been dipped in wet cement and left out to dry and harden, but I managed to walk over and sit down. "Ciao."
"Romano Vargas?" She lifted a bottle that was already at the table and poured the red liquid in my glass.
"Yes." I answered, staring at the drink. "This isn't…"
"Blood?" Anastaise laughed and swatted the air, like there was a fly nearby. "Just red wine, nothing more than that. Take a sip"she told me, and I did.
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Yup, normal wine.
Okay so everything is fine. I had no reason to be freaking out. I nodded and put the drink down. "Sorry for assuming."
"You aren't the first." She grinned, showing her perfect white teeth, and those two really sharp ones on the side. "Is your brother here?"
"He won't be coming. Just me."
She frowned at my answer, but nodded like she understood. "Okay. That is fine. I hope you don't mind that I went ahead and ordered us a bread appetizer."
"I don't mind."
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This feels so awkward, I know that I'm here for an important reason, but she makes it feel like…it's not, or something. Like I'm going on a date with someone I haven't met before.
"Your date is in the table in front of us."
It's that damn man's fault, if only he hadn't assumed…
"Romano?" Anastaise snapped, dragging me out of my thoughts. "I asked you a question."
"I-I didn't hear."
She smiled again, like my accidental dazing-off was cute or something unbelievably shitty like that. "How is your brother holding up?"
Great, the first question, and I don't even know the answer. "He seems fine." I guessed.
"Good, good. Does he crave blood?" She asked that like she was saying "How's the weather?". Just all too casually.
"Crave? Like, does he only drink blood?"
"Not just that. Like he only eats and drinks it."
"No." I answered quicker than I expected. "N-no, he eats other foods too."
"Does he have blood much?"
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These questions are so awkward. So much for the date idea, this now seems like a really fucked-up meeting. "He's nervous about asking for it and drinking it too. So, no, not much."
Anastaise nodded again, taking a small drink of her own wine glass. "Make sure he has a normal amount each day or two, too much intake can be dangerous, and too little can be fatal." She, again, oh-so-too-casually asked. "
"Wait, what?" Dangerous…Fatal. "What do you mean by 'dangerous' and 'fatal'?"
"No need to worry. Um…Veneciano? That's his name? Just make sure he doesn't have too much blood everyday, or he-"
"How much is too much?"
She raised her hands up like she was thinking Chill man. "If you'll hear me out, I'll tell you. Too much is like, I'd say…a liter between forty-eight hours time period."
"What is so dangerous about that?" I hear my tone come off as a little angry, but I don't try too hard to cover it. Anastaise hears it too.
"He'll go insane for blood. That's all he will choose to drink, eat, for anything."
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My heart skipped a beat. Vene? Insane for blood? As scary as it sounded, it was funny too. Imagine, Vene, insane for blood. The thought was still nerving, nonetheless. "Don't worry about it though," she continued, "By the way you describe it, he isn't near that stage, but make sure he has about half a cup every two days or so, or he'll…die."
There goes my heart beat again, and I didn't really recover from what she said last. Too much-Insane, too little-death.
But we're countries, we don't 'die'. Grandpa only died because all his land was conquered by other countries as he got weaker, and without land, he disappeared. Only Prussia seemed to cheat death (sadly). Vene can't die, he still has his land, and nobody seems to be interested in it now. (Though back then, it seemed like everybody was after it.)
"I-I'll do that." I took a deep breath. This was so much responsibility, balancing between how much blood he has to drink.
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Wait one second…
I forgot! I could just ask for her to cure him, right? "Can't he just be cured?"
She frowned. Oh no… "There is no cure, sadly, the poison from a vampire mixes with the D.N.A and blood immediately once it enters."
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My brother now has to live the rest of his eternal life (as a country, and as a vampire. So he has two enteral lives) like he is now.
How would he feel about the news? I can still hear him upset from yesterday, crying in his room. I can't deal with that, I can't.
I couldn't control my anger anymore. Who cares if she's a woman, who gives a fuck if she's a vampire. I was mad at her. Furious. "Fuck you then!" I cursed. "Why did you bite him anyway?"
She sighed and scratched the back of her neck. "L-like I explained, lack of blood can kill a vampire and I haven't had much that day. Then I saw your brother, lost, at night, no one else around and the set-up was perfect. I didn't mean to release venom though."
"Still! You could've found some rat or something. There are plenty of critters in Rome!"
"My family and I…usually drink from dead animals, that's true. But I was far from where we were staying and catching an animal was too much trouble."
I grunted. "Your letter mentioned that you wanted something in return. Tell me what, I'll give it to you somewhere sometime and I'll leave."
She sighed. "I am very sorry, and If Veneciano had come I would've apologized."
"Just tell me what the fuck you need."
"Fine, do not lose your temper so fast." She paused, but continued after a few seconds. "The existence of vampires is a secret, and we ask you to not tell."
"Wasn't planning on it." I told her.
"Second. Make sure he doesn't go insane, and if he does, here." She handed me a thin, long box. When I opened it, a dagger was inside, glazed in some violet liquid. "When insane, vampires can't control themselves and will be restless for blood, even attacking humans in public, thus ruining the secret."
So what does the dagger have to do wi-
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"Oh fuck no." I hissed and closed the box. "I-I won't…kill my brother."
"The liquid it is dipped in dissolves the vampire venom once it entered the body and the blood. Since it is mixed with his D.N.A, blood, heart, exedra, it will kill him." She explained. And yes, casually! Like she always tells people how to kill their vampire brothers.
I kept my mouth shut and pushed to box to her, but she pushed it back. "You won't need to use it if you keep track of how much he drinks."
"I will." I sighed and grabbed the box. "Is this all?"
"Yes."
I was too angry to even cuss out at her, to attack her and stab her with this dagger she gave me. I was in a public place however, and would be jailed for murder. That's why she wanted to discuss this in a restaurant.
As I stood up and started to leave, I ran into the waiter who was brining us bread. "Oh, , we are bringing the bread now."
"They're just for her, actually." I walked past him, not waiting for a reply.
I slammed the door open and sat down on the bench right out front of the doors.
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How was I going to explain this to Prussia. Oh hell, to Vene!
I looked at the box again. Some foreign language was engraved on the cover. French. I held it so tightly that my knuckles started to turn white.
Damn it all.
I stood up and walked towards the valet parking manager.
I hope the ride home is a long one.
A/N: I don't know why, but this chapter just seems so weird. Like how I made ended it and made the whole scene in the restaurant. Sorry if this made you cringe or anything like that while reading.