Lukas and Mikkel were waiting for us when we approached Egill's car. When he saw them he groaned, and muttered "Can't they get a life of their own?" , which I had to say I agreed with. Really. Egill was 749 years old. He was hardly in the need of two babysitters.

I placed my arm around his shoulders, thankful for that extra inch I had (and pleased knowing that he would never outgrow me), and he blushed slightly but didn't seem to mind. Not that he would have a good reason to. Anyway, with my arm around him we approached the big brothers whom both had their arms crossed over their chests. While Mikkel was outwardly angry, only Lukas' eyes seemed to be hateful, and I supposed that had something to do with Egill not being able to read his mind. Maybe he couldn't read minds as much as he could read facial expressions, and guess.

"Get away from my car", Egill said stubbornly, sounding very much child-like, with a pout. So what if he was a pedophile, he was super cute. And yes, yes, yes, I know; pedophile refers to the attraction of children, not teenagers. If anything, he was an ephebophile, attracted to older teens. In other words, to me. Still though, in comparison to his age I was just a child, wasn't I? It was a bit creepy.

And I still hadn't gotten over the part about him being psychic… or a vampire… who killed people.

Just what had I gotten myself into? Hopefully; one guy's pants.

"Egill, hva' fanden-" (what the-) Mikkel started, but Lukas beat him to it.

"Michael", he spoke to me. "You are not fit for Egill."

"He is", Egill insisted. Woah. Seeing as he was always so flustered with me when he spoke about the subject, it felt amazing to hear him say such things. Good boyfriend.

"Lyssna, när han får reda på sann-" (Listen, when he finds out about the tru-) Lukas started, in one of those languages Egill spoke, but Mikkel interrupted him.

"Ikke svensk…" (Not Swedish…) he whined, but Lukas only responded by elbowing his side. Judging from Mikkel's face, I'd say it hurt, and judging from Egill's look, I'd say he enjoyed it.

"När han-" (When he-) Lukas tried again, but this time it was my cute boyfriend who interrupted him. I almost started forming compassion.

"He knows", Egill said, and grabbed my hand that was around his shoulders. "I told him before."

"You told him?" Mikkel exclaimed. "Fuck, are you stupid? You can't go around telling random people-"

"He's not a random person", Egill insisted angrily. "He's my boyfriend." I seriously didn't think I could take more of this. Any more praise, confirmation of his feelings, would end me; but it would be a totally awesome way to go. Except for the part that dying sucks, period.

Still.

Mikkel grabbed my shirt then, and tugged me forward. It was a bit intimidating, but I trusted that my hero would be there for me as always. Mikkel's breath stunk, or maybe I was just being whiny.

"Listen up", he said, with a voice that promised much pain. "If you tell anyone what Egill told you about us, then I will personally rip you apart, along with everyone you've told. I'll burn down all Forks if-"

"Mikkel, enough", Lukas said and pulled him back. "He understands."

"Yeah", I agreed, and Egill reached up to straighten my shirt. We were a bit lucky he had parked so away from the rest, because getting a crowd would have been troublesome. I already spotted some people (who I might had a class with; couldn't remember) who were staring, though they walked away when Mikkel let go of me, so there would be no displays of violence for them to film and put on youtube.

The older brothers still seemed unsatisfied, but after a while of glaring between Lukas and Egill they left, so we could get into the car. I teased my baby Egill on the ride, about how much it amused me that he was so protective and affectionate, and he told me to shut up while looking adorably flushed. He was almost too easy, but that's what made him perfect.

Eventually though, I had to ask.

"So, like, they're the same creature, like you?"

"Of course", he replied. We were almost at home, but he seemed to speed up; did he want to get off the subject? I wasn't going to let that happen.

"Your dads too?"

"They're not my dads", Egill replied, mumbling and not taking his eyes off the road. "But yeah. They're like me." Then he suddenly slowed down, and he looked at me while driving very sluggishly forward. "You do know what I mean when I say that, don't you."

I think so. "Yes." He seemed unconvinced.

"Say it", he commanded. "Out loud." What a cliché. It was rather endearing.

"Vampires?" I asked, as if I needed to. He looked back at the road again, and continued driving.

"Yeah", he confirmed. "Vampires." Cool.

Instead of dropping me off when we reached the house Egill actually parked the car, and when I invited him inside he followed. He had become so agreeable; I loved it. The tsundere type is cute, but the moe-submissive type is almost cuter, if we go by anime terms; because that's totally how the real world works as well. Just like, according to anime, everyone speaks Japanese worldwide, all Americans are blonde and blue eyed, and the afterlife is built around Japanese customs. It makes so much sense.

Although, anime vampires were always white haired, like Egill, so I guessed it held some truth. He must have wished it was like that, because anime characters seriously have so much blood in their bodies; it must be vampire-heaven. I wondered if Egill watched anime, but I kind of doubted it. I mean, what would he watch? I doubt he'd be the Naruto kind of guy, in the very least. Maybe Sailor Moon.

When we entered my house he seemed fairly indifferent, but I guess, it wasn't that impressive to him, even though I thought it was nice. He was probably more into castles and that stuff, but if so, why was he living in Forks?

"Why are you living here?" I asked when we walked upstairs towards my room. "Forks seems to be, like, pretty dull."

"Two reasons", he explained as we entered my room (again, he seemed unimpressed). "One, because we move a lot, mostly to places where the sun isn't a big factor. Two, Mikkel is able to see into the future, and he convinced us that something good would happen if we moved here." He went and sat down on my bed, and I pulled out the desk chair and sat down, fighting the habit of turning the computer on. "Your room isn't very tidy", he commented and brushed away some papers that were on the floor.

"I know", I replied dryly. So, Mikkel was able to see into the future, and Egill was telepathic. Huh. Wait… he foresaw something good happening if they moved here? "So like, do you think I am the good thing that happened?" I know, I'm not conceited at all.

Egill looked to the side, pretending to scan my empty book case. "Maybe", he replied. "But Mikkel has been wrong before. Or, he's mostly wrong. He doesn't see the future as much as he sees possibilities… so calling him a fortune teller would be a lie."

"Do the others also got, like, super powers and stuff?" I asked.

"I wouldn't call it super powers", Egill said. "But… Tino is really strong. Berwald and Lukas are just ordinary vampires." Yes. Because that's what vampires were. Ordinary. Normal. Ah, cute little super-old Egill.

I didn't know which one was Berwald and which one was Tino, but I think I had read that Dr. Oxenstierna was the Berwald one… though I'm really hopeless with names. Still, Berwald felt more like a doctor's name than Tino did, that's for sure. Wasn't "Tino" like, little in Spanish? Or French? One of those "romantic" languages at least. If that was the doctor's name, that would be hilarious.

Realizing I had gotten caught up in my own thoughts when I noticed Egill staring, I winked and he scowled. What? Couldn't I flirt with my boyfriend?

He looked away again, and picked up the paper from the floor he had previously brushed away. He started reading it out loud; "Assignment: Write a three page essay on a war of own choice that occurred in Europe during the 17th to 18th century. Some examples-"

"Yeah, yeah", I said, stopping him. I wasn't really interested, but I must say I got a bit intrigued when he smirked. "What?"

"I can help you", he said. "I lived in Germany, well, more specifically Hesse, at that time, in the beginning of the 17th century… 1660 we moved to Austria, where I lived until we moved to France 1723. Either way, I've witnessed a lot of wars during that time, even though my family tried to not get too involved." It was a bit hard to believe, but… uh, whatever Egill said I had to assume was true.

"So like, were you a Viking?" I asked, and he gave me that "how stupid are you?" look that no one ever gives me.

"I told you, I was born in the 13th century", he said. "The Vikings lived during the 8th to 11th!" Well, I am sure, if I said something about the Ming dynasty he wouldn't be able to know anything either. Excuse me for not being 700 years plus.

Well, he was forgiven. He looked incredibly cute when angered, after all. Very, very cute…

"Although", Egill said, a smile returning to his face. "Berwald was a Viking."

That. Was. So. Badass. A Viking vampire. Seriously, that was like, the epitome of badassery. That and Chuck Norris, but that was an old meme. Viking vampire for the win. I suddenly had a new found respect for the doctor.

Though, Mikkel did look more like the Viking type… "Mikkel too?" I asked, and his smile suddenly dropped.

"No", he stated very clearly. "That kid was only a Viking in his dreams."

"Kid?"

"Mikkel was turned 1937", Egill said. "He is the youngest of us. And the stupidest one."

"But like, he acts like he was your big bro-"

"I know! Why do you think I dislike him so much?" Egill muttered. "He was turned when he was 19, so he thinks that he's older than me… he's a brat, but I guess he's good in bed, because Lukas is able to stand him."

Too much information. I don't mean that in a "woah, I did not want to hear that" sort of way; just in that "I can't handle everything" manner. Like, there was so much going on… Viking vampires, centuries living in Germany, and now Egill's brothers were… screwing? Though I guess that meant they weren't blood relatives, so that was fine. I guess. I was guessing a lot of things today.

After the shocking revelation of Egill's older brothers I finally agreed on writing the stupid essay. It got easier with Egill helping me, and it was quite fascinating hearing him tell me about having lived in a castle. Dr. Oxenstierna had been a Count, and his "wife", Tino, had apparently dressed as a lady many times to trick nobles. Apparently he hadn't liked it very much, but to this day Dr. Oxenstierna still referred to him as that. Wife.

With the essay done I hoped that we could finally do something different, so I moved to sit next to him on the bed. He glanced at me sideways, obviously seeing through me to my true intention, and thusly leaning forward and kissing me. It was really nice, being kissed by him.

We started making out, because if you've ever seen a teen movie that's what teens do, but after only ten minutes of passion (as much passion as you can get from him and I) he pushed me away and wiped his mouth. I was about to whine, but then I heard the floor creaking outside of the room before Arthur opened it – not even knocking – looking rather cheerful.

"Whose car is parked-" he started, before seeing Egill. "Oh, hello. I don't think we've formally introduced ourselves. I am Arthur Kirkland", he said and reached out his hand, that Egill grabbed; shaking it like a "well behaved lad" (I bet ten bucks that's what Arthur would describe him as when he was gone).

"Hello Mr. Kirkland", Egill replied. "I am Egill Oxenstierna." Well, no need to explain their pleasant babble.

Egill left far too shortly after Arthur had arrived, and when I asked why he said that apparently Arthur was thinking something along the lines of wanting to talk to me, alone. He also said that Arthur was suspicious of him, something about fairies Egill didn't believe in, so it was best we didn't see each other so much when he was around.

It was disappointing, to say the least, but he promised that next time we would go to his place; now how could I refuse that? So after kissing him good bye he drove home and I went to rescue the oven, seeing as Arthur had attempted to cook.

According to Egill, no such things as fairies existed, but Arthur went on talking about them and how they warned him about my boyfriend during the entire dinner. He didn't even congratulate me (though he did call Egill a "well behaved lad", so I got my ten bucks back from myself). That kind of stung – well, not really. He could think whatever he wanted. I had the upper hand, even though he didn't know it yet; regardless of what was going on with him and Alfred I knew that I could use it in some way, would I ever need to.

I went to bed after updating my livejournal (regretfully without saying that Egill's brothers were doing each other; the reactions would be hysterical; but I had promised Egill not to tell…), and fell asleep rather quickly.

The next day was sunny. And Egill was nowhere to be seen.

Mikkel/Denmark was speaking Danish, of course, and Lukas/Norway spoke Swedish (probably to annoy his lover). Thank you Nicku for helping with the Danish :)

Anyway, I have fallen out of the Hetalia fandom. I am trying my best to stay alive to finish this story, but I don't like to rush things. I'll do what I can.

On DeviantArt I am known as "Prickert", and in my latest journal I posted some Chopsticks trivia about the vampires. Check it out if you're interested. Other than that, thank you for reading.

Oh, and blame chibi-excel for this chapter! I feel terrible about it, but she thought it was as good as the rest so I still posted it. If you hate it, I understand.