I actually made myself laugh when writing some of this...yes I'm that sad! But I do love Lovino! Please forgive any errors, I havent had time to properly check through this yet.

Christmas is gone and so has New Year was it good where you all are? Oh yes and thanks to everyone for the kind reviews and birthday wishes. It was very much appreciated :)

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Song: All Alone On Christmas
Artist: Darlene Love

The cold wind is blowing and the streets are getting dark
I'm writting you a letter
and I don't know where to start.

"Lets see, lets see...aha I knew it! There all along. Tricky little bugger! But where's-"

"Arthur," Alfred cut in, "none of this stuff is going to work."

Brushing dust off his hands Arthur settled on his knees, throwing a glance back, "this 'stuff' happens to be bloody handy when dealing with the dead. Something here will work for me, or at the very least...it should still help." Going back to digging in a giant bronze chest the hunter smiled nostalgically, "I thought I'd lost this."

"Urgh," Rolling his oceanic orbs the vampire swung his feet back, the chair he was seated in protesting with a groan. "This is boring and pointless, you can't defeat Ivan with a magic wand you know."

The Briton laughed, "I have one of those."

Feeling his words were ignored the American huffed, "I'm serious! It was a nice idea but I'm telling you it just won't work. Honestly Arthur do you think I haven't tried myself?"

Stopping his search the Briton turned fully, "you did?" Settling his hands on his knee's he waited patiently, "any tips you could give me would be much appreciated."

"Oh I have one, don't try it."

"That's not helpful, were you even serious or did you just sort of tackle him Alfred Jones style?"

"That's not funny," the vampire drawled dryly, "of course I was serious, my reputation wasn't built on lies. Ivan's just...the hardest one, always one step ahead. He was vamping it up long before I was even born, cut me some slack."

"You never cut me any," Arthur teased, raising his trademark eyebrows pointedly. "Besides the worlds much bigger than all that, than us. I doubt he's the oldest and even if he really is then I can tell you there are things much older than him. Spirits, demons even the land and forests...there's so much more."

"I never thought about it like that," Alfred admitted slowly, watching his love interest return to rummaging through forgotten possessions. "I know you are not listening but I'm telling you it's too dangerous, when I did challenge him it took me forever to heal, bastard bites deep, causes the most damage so it'll be a reminder." Alfred lost himself to thoughts of memories past. Not noticing Arthur rising and stopping short in strides, warm hands sliding slowly behind his neck and bangs.

"Don't think about the past love, he has to go, together we can do it."

Staring up Alfred shook his head, cool eyes glazing, "I can't lose you. Nothing else matters to me now. I can't stand the thought that you..."

Moving in closer Arthur buried his head in the Americans shoulder, enjoying the close comfort as he was embraced, "I'm not going to die Al, don't worry about things like that."

"Oh but I do," Alfred whispered, "your mortal. It happens every day, everywhere and eventually it will happen to you...because you are mortal."

Arthur felt his heart quicken at his thoughts, where the conversation might in fact be leading, so soon, so suddenly. "Don't ask me, please don't do it, not now."

The vampire sighed into his skin, "so I can't even ask? Become like me and we'll share the stars together forever. I can't even ask it like that?"

"No you can't," Arthur finished softly stroking dusty blond bangs soothingly, glad that they both held so tight neither could see the others sorrow. "Those perfect words and sentiments are not for now."

Pulling the Briton back Alfred locked eyes, "I'll ask again you know, some time, some place."

"I know you will," Arthur replied, cupping the vampire's face respectfully. "Go hunt...you haven't feed enough, you're far too pale."

Smiling Alfred stood, marvelling at his sudden height advantage. His gaze subconsciously flickering to the smaller blondes neck line. Arthur caught it, pushing away "Wait-sorry but no. I hate the sensation, it reminds me too much of what you were like." Looking down he fidgeted, "I know it's different now but I just can't."

"Even if I was gentle?"

Dragging his emerald eyes up the Briton breathed, "yes even then. You even said you'd swear of my blood so why is this even an issue? We had a moment, lets not ruin it with this."

"It's not an issue, it's just...well what I am. What I need, what I like."

"Yes what you like," Arthur snapped irritably, stepping back and folding his arms. "It's an utterly horrid sensation Alfred! It hurts, it burns like fire and ice and you want me to say never mind please do indulge yourself."

Alfred resisted rolling his eyes, a sharpness taking over his features as he spoke, "if felt that way cause it was fast and I wasn't exactly restraining myself much back then either."

"Your teeth were in my neck!"

"Your a vampire hunter! What's SO surprising about that? I mean there are other places..."

"Like my wrists?" Arthur questioned allowed, feeling protective. "That would probably feel even bloody worse!"

"Yeah there but there's another one."

Arthur dead panned, "are you being rude?"

"Not exactly," the vampire replied.

"Go on then, where is it?"

"If I say it'll you'll just get mad...madder at me. In fact I think your better off not knowing."

The Briton turned ten shades darker, "don't treat me like a child! Berating me so shamelessly, you started it so show me!" Looking himself down Arthur held out his hands. "Where?"

Alfred smiled, debating the outcomes before giving in to the more amusing option. Stepping forward he ran his hand downwards, "it's not up here, or here..." leaning down he moved his cool hand round and up the vampire hunters thigh, urging the most undignified of squeaks.

Before Arthur could launch a response the vampire settled his hand upon above the artery, "this...right here, I can feel your pulse and it's rising."

Shoving the American back Arthur burned, "you're kidding!"

"Nope totally serious, it's really sensual actually."

"Pervert! You're a bloody sex pest!"

"I am not!" Alfred whined, stepping back and holding his hands up in mock peace, "I was just suggesting other things!"

"Like I'd let your teeth go anywhere down there! No absolutely not. Utter madness!"

"You are so dramatic about things you have never even tried."

Seeing the Briton scowl the vampire sighed, "sorry okay. I'm sorry, lets pretend it never happened. La de da!"

Sensing the atmosphere plummeting further Alfred shifted lightly, wanting intimacy from the Briton more than anything. "Look it's okay, I want it but I do understand well...sort of."

"Right then," stepping back again Arthur made a gesture for Alfred to be on his way. "I'll um see you later."

Moving towards the door with an easy smile, Alfred paused, "Yeah I'll be gone a few hours, I figure you want some time alone. But uh don't go outside just in case..."

"I won't and don't you do anything..."

"Bad?" The vampire laughed, "no it's only bad guys Arthur, only the bad guys."

...

A few hours passed and Arthur busied himself in every room, finally pacing down the stairs to the kitchen. Absent mindedly he set about making tea, because that's what all good and sensible British folk did at such times.

A soft almost musical tapping on the window alerted him, a wave of uncertainty passed over, what if's popping into his mind. A mumbled argument outside tweaking familiarity, the voices more annoying than alarming.

Rolling his eyes Arthur yanked back the floral net curtain and stared, "what do you want?"

Two pale Italians stared back, one glaring instantly. The sweeter of the two waving warmly, "hey this is where you live! Can we come in pretty please it's cold out here."

"Like you feel the fucking cold! Who wants to go into this piece of shit house anyway?"

"Fratello don't be like that it's really nice!"

Arthur tuned out, he didn't want to let them in but manners commanded otherwise. The noise the two were already making enough to wake the dead. Instantly he was at the door inviting the two in praying they'd leave just as quickly.

Lovino stepped in first, a firm glare in place, an atmosphere of general disapproval, "well it's about time leaving us out there like stray dogs! After we saved your sorry ass from France! Fucking gratitude."

"It's nice to see you to Lovino," Arthur muttered drily, shutting the door and leading the two back into the kitchen and gesturing for them to seat themselves at small polished table against the white washed wall. To the vampire hunters relief they complied with sensible silence.

"Can I get you anything?"

Before his brother could bite out a reply Feliciano shook his head smiling, "we're fine."

"Right..." turning away Arthur went about making his own tea, thoroughly pleased some biscuits were still edible. His inner mind commanding the vampires to speak, rather than stare, he himself not knowing what to say or appropriately address.

"I like your house," the younger grinned, "very cosy."

"It's ugly!"

"Ve brother behave!"

"Our house in Venice was a house."

"Brother it was a mansion!"

"Exactly! This is a hovel, a hovel in a dirty little peasant town!"

"You have a way with your words," Arthur responded darkly, glaring back at Lovino who'd been burning a glare into the back of his skull.

"It's very nice here, you did such good job all by yourself! Alfred said you parents died years ago right? But hey this place is still good."

Lovino groaned, hissing something about tact to his brother before forcing the most awkward smile back at the Briton.

Sitting opposite the two Arthur smiled back, sensing how ridiculous he looked doing it. "Is there a reason you came by? Um, not that I mind the visit of course...your both always welcome.

"Nothing, we-"

"You"

"..wanted to see your house Arthur."

"Right...you're not here to protect me or anything like that?"

Lovino snorted, cocking his head sharply, "you think so? Ha! Don't flatter yourself. I wouldn't care if you dropped dead now."

"At least you're honest," Arthur smiled, "but you lot can be a bit too upfront sometimes."

"Like I care, I don't want to be in your peasant house."

"You don't have to be," Arthur retorted crossly, "leave if you want to. You know where the door is."

Glaring the oldest Italian huffed, looking away in defeat. "I'm not touching anything I don't have to."

As much as he longed for the ridiculous argument Arthur let it go, settling by stirring his tea. Silently musing as the vampires watched in humble interest.

"The waters still warm, I can pour some in cups...just for the heat."

He was sure he'd get thrown a smart comment but a subtle nod had Arthur on his feet in a moment, pouring the two the water and sitting back down. The vampires holding the cups eagerly, lighting up at sensation. Something the immortals thoroughly enjoyed, simply a pleasant sensation as the Briton understood it.

"May I ask you something? It's about...drinking blood."

Instantly the two Italians visibly bristled at the mention of blood, "I'm not trying to insult you or anything," Arthur whispered confidentially. "I just don't understand something and I can't ask Alfred about it. And I'm sure you understand why I can't ask that arse Francis."

Getting compliant nods the vampire hunter continued, confidence rising, "is it very personal to do it? Important even...to do it with someone you are...intimate with?"

"It's very nice," Feliciano admitted happily, getting sharply nudged by his brother. "Idiot word it better!" Focusing on Arthur Lovino started, "it can mean nothing, just the hunger and all that but yes...the bite is one of the most intimate things we can do," a blush dusting his cool cheeks he added, "it's similar to sex..."

Sharing the embarrassment Arthur coughed nervously, "and here I was thinking Alfred just loved my blood."

"Well he took enough of it," Lovino retorted without thinking, regretting the comment but not showing it. "Why are you even asking us anyway? It's weird!"

"It's getting awkward between us," Arthur admitted suddenly having the urge to gaze off at nothing in particular. "Really awkward."

"Of course it is," Lovino snapped, flipping his hair, "everything about you two is awkward! I mean come on your British."

"That's the main thing you have a problem with?"

"No, it's all disgusting, what dose he even see in you and what the fuck do you see in him?"

Not picking up on the tension and glares at all Feliciano grinned, leaning down and chiming in, "it's great, sharing blood. I love holding Ludwig so close and him holding me, the sound of his heart, the heat of his blood, that he's sharing it all with me because he loves me."

Both Arthur and Lovino burned with blushes, both slightly touched by the words but mostly terribly embarrassed and somewhat disturbed at the imagery of thought.

Snapping out of it Lovino threw his hands to his his ears shrieking, "I don't need that mental picture! You and that potato eating bastard."

"He's really nice," Feliciano protested, trying to pry his brothers hands away to listen. The two getting into a high pitched squabble.

Arthur smiled, biting back a bark of a laughter. The moment was quickly ruined as both Italians froze, shooting gazes to the kitchen window, standing solidly they moved silently to it, peering out into the darkness of the front garden. Pushing himself up Arthur felt deep nervousness, "what's wrong?"

They didn't answer, feeling the unease build Arthur moved towards them, placing a hand on Lovino's shoulder. He gasped as they both spun, grabbing him and pulling him down to sit on the floor. Pressing themselves against the cupboards beneath the window they pressed the Briton between them. Feliciano panicking, "Others are out there!"

"Not so loud, fuck!"

"Is it a vampire?" Arthur urged in the same hushed whisper, "is it Ivan?"

"There's more than one," Feliciano announced, cringing at his own words, shaking his head frantically.

"Leaning past Arthur Lovino grasped his brothers hand, "is it him!"

"I don't know!" the younger despaired, wrapping his arms round himself in desperate comfort. "I-I can't tell."

"Fuck! Why did we come here? Such a bad fucking idea!" Lovino cursed.

"Brother shh! They'll hear us!"

"They already know we are hear, they as the same as us! If we heard them then they heard us!"

"They can't come in," Arthur assured, wondering who he was really clarifying it for, "they haven't got an invite inside."

"Don't be stupid!" Loving bit out, "if it is Ivan then he has more than other vampires at his disposal! We aren't safe!"

Standing Arthur glanced out, seeing and sensing nothing "we don't need to be! I have weapons here in the house."

Jumping up Lovino pulled Arthur back , "It might not be good enough, stay away from the fucking window!" He tensed, wide eyed he stared out again and scowled in sheer disgust, "fucking hell! The bastard who made me is there to!"

A warm laugher could be heard, slightly faded outside, a friendly voice calling out, "why don't you come back to me Romano, I want to hold you in my arms again."

Arthur startled as the Italian flung himself at the window with a bang, gesturing rudely with his middle finger before yelling past the glass, "WHY DON'T YOU FUCKING JUST DIE ALREADY! WHY HUH! DIE DIE DIE!"

"But Lovi I am dead!"

"Oh that's it!" clawing his jacket off Lovino went to go through the glass, intent on throttling a certain Spanish bastard. Both Arthur and Feliciano pulling him back off the counter and falling into a heap on the floor.

"What the fuck are you idiots doing!" Lovino shrieked , scooting away from the pile.

"Us," Arthur hissed, "you're the one trying to jump out of my bloody kitchen window! You can't go out there alone like that."

"I suppose you have a point..."

"Ohhhhhh Lovi! Your voice makes my heart sing! Among other things!"

Jumping to his feet the eldest Italian was again at the window throwing every lewd gesture he could imagine outwards. Screaming curse words back in his native tongue, Feliciano clinging on for dear life to keep his kin inside and safe.

Arthur threw his head into his hands, trying to dichper one thought from another. The drift of music pulling him back, guitar strings being plucked to perfection and a sweet song being serenaded in Spanish. Arthur groaned, "I'm dreaming."

"Like hell you are!" Lovino spat, "I hope your eyebrows eat your face!"

"Brother!"

"What? You should drop dead too! You traitor! You have sex with him! SEX WITH HIM and you tell ME about IT!"

"I think you are loosing your mind, just calm down..." reaching out stiffly Arthur tried to be reassuring. And getting slapped away. "Would you calm down? Take a deep breath!"

"I don't need to breath! I'm Fucking dead deep breaths will do nothing because I AM DEAD! Do you understand me eyebrows! This is all your fault!"

Arthur sighed, turning to Feliciano for help grimacing as the soft Italian had only just stopped crying blood tears all over himself.

A knocking at the front door pulled them all from their stupor, the three moving through to the living room. Arthur gestured for silence as he stepped into the hallway, staring at the door.

"No ones in," Arthur called sarcastically.

"Aw can I not talk to Lovi?"

Arthur glanced back to the fuming Italian before answering, "no...I don't think another hissy fit is going to get any of us anywhere. Please leave."

"Hey your pretty polite! Are you the vampire hunter that's caused all the fuss? Is it true that your Alfred's lover? Did you know that me and Lovi are lovers?"

"I'LL FUCKING END YOU TOMATO FREAK!"

Blocking the irate Italian once more Arthur sighed, "my private life is none of your or anybody else's business. What are you lot doing anyway?"

"You lot? Oh yeah well yeah back there is Yao, he's refusing to get involved, thinks he's above it all. Gilbert was around but got crazy bored about three seconds in. Yao's just still in a bad mood, he's only here cause he and Ivan had a spat. But it's just us and we are just here for a friendly word. It's weird talking to a door, open it for me?"

Ushering the Italians back into the living room Arthur whispered quick reassurance shutting the door and moving back down the hall, steeling his nerve he opened the door confidently.

Gazing coolly up at the easy going Spaniard, holding a guitar between his tanned finger tips. His dark green eyes lighting up instantly, standing taller, smiling toothily. "Well you are not what I was expecting." Leaning back on his heel the brunette slid his hands into his loose and long pockets, his style of old world Spain giving away his immortal age. "Alfred isn't around."

"Obviously not," Arthur retorted slowly, "he will be soon though so you and your companion should leave immediately. Alfred won't be best pleased to find you here and I don't need a vampire punch up in my rose bushes."

"Oh I know," the Spaniard grinned, "they are too beautiful after all. Names Antonio."

Regarding the other with stiff habitual politeness the Briton nodded, "Arthur Kirkland."

The easy going vampire cast his hand out for taking, smiling so widely Arthur found it off putting. Staring at the hand that of course was outside the house barrier he smiled thinly, "nice try."

"Can't blame me for trying, you assume the worst about me."

"You were going to pull me across the barrier."

The Spaniard shrugged, "only to get Lovi out here," he smiled.

"I wouldn't compromise him like that, nor myself. You need to leave, none of you are welcome here and you happen to upset my guests, be civil. I'll think better of you."

"Ivan wants to meet you," Antonio announced, "soon...now even, if you would come. But I can see you won't but he will come if you do not."

"Is that a threat?"

"It's a suggestion, no need to be alarmed, I'm not such a bad guy."

Arthur said nothing, staring the immortal down. "What's his interest? I'm nobody special."

"Well Alfred thinks your special," the Spaniard chuckled, "and that's a real oddity in itself. Alfred never holds interest in anyone, especially not a human. And some small town vampire hunter no less! Oh the laugh that gave us,"

"how lovely."

"Oh I'm not being mean, just the irony behind it and all that stuff."

"I'm not a fool, I know you are up to no good here. Should you attempt to cause anyone harm I'll stop you."

"You will?"

"You'd be surprised," Arthur finished darkly.

"I like you," leaning on the outside frame the Spanish vampire grinned greatly, "I shouldn't but I do. You've got guts but you have no idea what world your in. Keep that pluck, it looks good on you."

Arthur frowned felling the full weight of the words, the vampire before him winking and waving. "I'll be seeing you around amigo, and tell Romano I'll be doing more than seeing him." Arthur felt the chill run through him, acknowledging the threat promptly "leave."

He watched coldly as the Spaniard walked easily out of sight. Finally closing the door and entering the living room once more. They had heard, of course they had and so the three sat in silence coming to terms with the words and the distinct promise of trouble.

...

"I'm fine! They are fine everyone is fine. Stop storming about the place!"

Alfred had arrived back with the most dangerous look on his face indicating he knew, how exactly Arthur dared not ask.

"I shouldn't have left you alone," he decided. Patting about in concern for bite marks or damage.

"Alfred get off there good and gone."

The immortal refused to respond, holding on tighter with a frown.

"For God sake! Stop it!"

"Why?"

"Because you are subsequently crushing my internal organs that's why!"

"Fine," letting go Alfred sent a stare to everyone, still alert and ready for action. "Did he threaten you?"

"Very vaguely...most vampires threaten me. Alfred I'm perfectly fine. Such things don't faze me any more."

"Jeez you guys were meant to help prevent what just happened, didn't anyone else want to come?"

"Well thanks alot for saying were useless! Keeping your boyfriend company and alive, he was gonna go outside!"

"So were you," Arthur pitched in sarcastically. "Don't talk as if I'm not here," turning he stared at Alfred. "You didn't trust me alone?"

Lovino scoffed, "course not! He was trying to talk everyone into coming over to babysit. Even Francis."

Arthur stiffened, offended and so horrified, "you thought I'd let the frog in my house? Good God Jones that's setting me up for disaster! I like my privacy, I don't need someone watching my every move. I don't want that."

Alfred stood there quietly, three pairs of eyes upon him. "Mornings coming soon," he stated, "lets just go home." Letting an easier expression work onto his face he glanced at Feliciano softly, "man you better wipe your face down, there's soooo much blood you look like art."

...

"No I don't want to,"

"yes, yes you do!"

"You said yourself the sun rises soon! I don't like flying, I'm slipping and your smiling!"

Shifting awkwardly Arthur cringed, the bitter biting wind of high skies blasting him relentlessly. The brothers had agreed to go home but Alfred had suddenly had a mad idea that the two of them should go see something far off. Arthur had no real say, holding on for dear life and suffering the winter wind. "It's too cold, I can barley even breath!"

"Always complaining," Alfred laughed, wrapping the Briton with his coat the best he could. Loving the warm body pressed snug to him, so light and unintruding.

"Where are we even going? I thought you wanted to go back, I want to go back! At least it's warmer than this."

"Were almost there," Alfred assured, "your feeling strange because we've passed into a different time zone."

"Are you saying that were not in England?"

"That's exactly what I'm saying," Alfred grinned, eyes glimmering deeply. "I'm taking you to my home and the sun won't rise for a few hours yet."

Arthur shivered suddenly again, the chill still getting the better of him, "you mean America?"

"Yes! My old house on the farm. It's mine now, my family died a good while back. And we all have our own ways of wealth, I anonymously bought the property and the land. In spring I have the locals harvest the fields and look after the house but it's not to be disturbed in winter. Lets stay there tonight, just the two of us."

Sensing green eyes warily upon his Alfred slowed slightly in flight, "it'll be safe, they won't come again for a while. My home is a sanctuary as much as yours is to you."

Arthur nodded, too deep in thought to do much else. "You're outrunning the sun?"

"That I can never do, I'm prolonging it."

It was snowing now and everything looked white, the sky and ground held no context. Only a vampire could hold any conception in it.

He'd fallen asleep when Alfred roused him sweetly, making accented apologies for the travelling and the cold. He draped his jacket over the Briton and ushered him up to a door, "this is my house, you can't see much with the weather and all but it's always been the best place in the world to me."

They went inside and Arthur found himself instantly pleased with the roaring fire and fine scented rooms. Alfred explained he'd dropped by earlier, getting things ready and resting, regretting talking so long in getting back. The morning fast approaching.

Arthur moved through the rooms appreciatively, "so you grew up here as a child. What a wonderful place to grow up in."

"It was pretty sweet," the vampire agreed, taking the Briton's hand smoothly into his own. Soon leading them to other rooms with little stories. "This used to be my bedroom," Alfred stated warmly feeling happily nostalgic, "I seriously wish they'd kept some of my stuff though."

Moving past the American Arthur stepped into the room, glancing about before leaning against the door frame, "so how many village girls did you seduce in here then?"

"Oh," Alfred smiled taking slow advancing steps forward as the vampire hunter moved back playing the same game. "A few lucky ones," he mused as Arthur backed into the far side wall, smiling up as Alfred placed his arms either side of him. "My bed was right about here you know, how I'd have loved to have brought you here all those years ago. Even now I feel like a teenager."

"How romantic," Arthur scoffed, "my teenage self would have protested I'm quite sure."

Alfred laughed, nodding fully imagining the scene, "ah the rich boy and the farm boy, we'd have been star crossed lovers even then. My parents wouldn't have approved at all, they'd have freaked."

"Mine wouldn't have either," Arthur smiled.

"Ah seriously I bet you'd have never even looked at me. Don't get me wrong why would you have? I'd of had nothing to offer you but trouble."

Frowning slightly Arthur tutted, holding the immortals face in his hands, "I'd have looked at you Alfred, I would have noticed you. Whatever time whatever place, I'd have been somehow drawn to you through absurd circumstance." Squeezing white cheeks playfully Arthur smirked, "even if I was just the silly rich boy."

The vampires chest tightened, had his hollow heart beat it would have throbbed. "Thank you...for that, it's...reassuring you know."

As the Briton shrugged and smiled shyly Alfred took his hand, entwining their fingers, slowly he lead them from the room letting the moment linger. Soon he had guided Arthur to the master bedroom, the decore clearly showing it was Alfred's own, another finely built fire warming the room with wondrous flames.

Urging Arthur towards the fire Alfred fussed, "are you warm enough now? I know it was too cold for you on the way over, I just forget sometimes that your not..."

"Invincible like you," Arthur finished coolly, smiling greatly at the immortals reaction. "I'm alright now." Then Arthur surprised even himself, leaning up and kissing the vampire with easy intimacy. Pulling back flushed a few moments later, a little embarrassed suddenly. "It's lovely here, I'm glad you've shared this with me."

The American smiled, radiating colours of life animatedly, "I was hoping you like it." Returning the kiss Alfred grinned against shy lips as he lead them to the king-size bed, taking hold of the Briton and leading him down gently.

Allowing the notion Arthur sighed, "there's a war coming, it seems that I cannot get rid of him without the others as well...I'm sure of it now."

"Don't be ruining the mood Arthur, seriously you kill it...all the time." Running his hands along the Britons sides Alfred tried to recapture the mood, pressing his lips to Arthur's neck. "We're on the same side now and the war between us and them was always going to happen at some point. It's not like we haven't had our fights in the past. And I do mean all of us, all the vampires you've met have issues with them. Like Lovino...for example."

"Yes I gathered that," Arthur smiled faintly, "everyone has their issues, one doesn't have to be a vampire for that."

"No but it totally helps," Alfred grinned, again making a suggestive move. "Enough about them, I'm getting jealous. Didn't you tell me not to worry over such things? We'll do what we can as a family. You know I'll never let anything happen to you."

Arthur felt a familiar heat rush to his head, cheeks tinting easily. "I can't think anything with you d-ooing that Jones!"

"That's the beauty of it, my plan to seduce you is back on track. You never stood a chance against my charms Kirkland."

Getting a mixed glare Alfred laughed, loving how his fangs showed without the reaction of fear. The Briton sprawled out beneath him freely, waiting and watching, breathing heavier. Admiring the slight he brushed their foreheads together, "you know you have the most amazing green eyes Arthur, it was one of the first things that struck me when we met, well that and your eyebrows. Probably your eyebrows first."

Seeing the Britons mood darkening the vampire continued, "they were things I loved about you! Even before I knew what love was. But your eyes are amazing even more so now as the light from the fire dances in them."

"I have nice eyes," Arthur mused, "funny I was always thinking that so adamantly about you. Eye's like the sky, it was my first pleasant thought about you back then."

Making his intentions clear Alfred pressed himself to the vampire hunter, hands embracing, wondering and undoing buttons and lace "so here's an easy question for you. Will you stay with me tonight?"

For once Arthur felt a flood of confidence, pulling the immortal down and smirking, "only if you always look at me like you are now, yes, just like that. Whisking me of to wonderful places, doing such extravagant things, making me..."

"Making you what?" Alfred teased, distracting the other physically. Earning a hastily punch in the process.

"Making me fall so predictably in love with you," Arthur finished, blushing wickedly "somehow, somewhere along the way it's already happened and I don't mind at all."

Alfred's eyes widened then settled, his smile brightening ten times it's brilliance, "you're in love with a vampire."

"Yes," Arthur laughed, "I am in love with a vampire."

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