Longer chapter is definitely longer. Not the longest I think, but up there...
Summer break is slow time, huh? Anybody else playing on the internet, job searching, and playing Pokemon? *raises hand* Anyone?
I don't own McDonald's, Hetalia, or...well, anything really. My art? Hrm...
America felt cornered.
Well, he wasn't technically cornered. People generally didn't call standing still in the middle of a room "cornered". Then again, most people were not trapped with a perverted vampire like he was.
Freakin' Vampire France.
Lucky for America, France seemed tired. His eyes were downcast, and he sat slumped in his chair, groaning occasionally. America eyed the bag of pastries he dropped when he returned. Food would make France feel better, right?
Or…dig him deeper into the hole he placed himself in.
"Hey…Uh…France?"
Another groan.
America picked up the bag. "Do you…want a donut? Or a pastry or…something?"
France looked up. For lack of a better word, he looked sick. Like "the economy is down" sick. Bedridden and fed chicken noodle soup, saltine crackers, and Sprite sick. What the heck was in that potion England gave him?
"Mon cheri…I do not feel well…" His voice, normally velvety, was scratchy and hiked at strange places. "My throat is so dry I cannot stand it…"
America felt his skin turn paler. "O-oh."
"I…I also feel nauseous." France nodded toward the pastries. "Ever…ever since you brought those things in."
America looked at the bag. He was sure he bought them at a French bakery, the bag even said so! "But…they're from a French bakery. They should be fine."
"Oui…they smell fine but the thought of eating…ugh…"
America's detective skills went off again, like some sort of red flag. "So…you're not hungry?"
"Non…" France shook a little, "I have no appetite what so ever."
But Russia did.
It was even one of Ukraine's signs. Russia always was hungry when "this" happened to him. He had even seen it firsthand, eating that steak, getting breakfast and dinner together…
America felt an arm wrap around his waist.
He looked to his left and met France eye to eye. France's chin rested on his shoulder, a weak smile on his face, but his eyes showed a lot of pain. America felt his own pulse quicken. Fangs…Those fangs were the only things he could think of. Sharp, gleaming, and covered in France's saliva.
France's pale hand gently stroked America's neck. "America…dear Alfred…"
No, no, no, no-!
France leaned in, his mouth opened so slightly, "There is no need to explain myself, is there?" Another touch from his hand, "May I…?"
"N-no!" America wiggled in Frances grasp, which had tightened around him. "When England gets back-!"
"When England gets back he will find out about these lovely marks." France's index finger traced one of the bite marks Russia had made. "They are so pale, I almost didn't see them…They are bites from the vampire you are trying to heal, yes?"
Oh no…America paled even more, his heart jumped around in his chest up to his throat. Russia…France couldn't find out about Russia!
France's finger moved to trace another mark. "So many…he must really like you? Some of these marks, they don't look like bites, rather they look like…" France chuckled, "Hickeys."
America blushed.
"I've been watching you for the past few days. You and Russia have gotten very close, oui?"
Dang it! Dang it! Dang it! America held as still as possible as France talked. C'mon Jones! Give no sign he's right!
"Could it be that-"
"Shut up!" America had enough. France stopped talking and gave America a quizzical, if not amused look. "I'm not…gonna deny or admit to any of that! Look, I've got it handled, okay?"
"Then why did you come to England for help?"
"Uh…"
"You did not want to do your own research?" France leaned in and breathed on America's neck, "Or did you want your dear Papa in as a security blanket?"
"Shut-shut up!"
"Non…," France's hands took a hold of America's. "You never were going to tell England, were you?"
"…" Maybe after this was all over…If Russia was okay with that.
"I won't tell…If…," France's lips barely touched a spot of unbitten skin on America's neck. America shivered.
"No."
"Oh come now, dear Alfred…One little bite, a little blood. And England will never know…"
"N-NO! I'm not going to fall for blackmailing!"
America risked a look at France, and a twitch of fear and pity hit him. France, even if he naturally was creepy, was never like this to him. This had to be another part of that concoction England made. France looked a mix between bloodthirsty, manipulative, and …
Intense pain.
America silently cursed his hero complex. He wanted to help his "other dad" but he couldn't like this. Letting France drink his blood would more than likely cause way more problems than fix them and if he didn't let France drink his blood England would find out about Russia and… Ugh. Between a rock and a hard place…
France licked America's neck and sighed contently. "Delicious…Russia is very lucky, oui?" America cringed as he chuckled darkly. France's tongue was cold, nowhere near as warm as Russia's.
Anger boiled in America's chest. Dang it, all he was doing was try to help, and France was totally taking advantage of that! That's it! America was a split second away from using his inhuman strength to shove France into the wall!
But he was gone.
America felt the strange rush of suction in the air as something hit France and did the shoving for him.
"…MATTIE?"
Canada, appearing out of nowhere, smiled shyly at him. "Hey, Al." The Canadian cracked his knuckeds, his hands slightly sore from the punch.
"Where the heck have you been?"
Canada frowned, "I've been here the entire time…" He looked down at France, unconscious on the floor. "He's not normally like that…usually. I'm sorry."
America looked at France and then back to Canada. Man…I've been away from the family for too long.
"Hey…does that mean you heard about…?"
"Yeah." Canada nodded, "I won't tell anyone. And neither will Kuma. Right?" The Canadian looked over his shoulder at his polar bear, who sat at one of the tables.
"Who?"
"Canada."
"Oh. Sure."
America smiled and gave his brother a hug. "Thanks, Mattie. I…I kinda need to check on Russia though, okay?"
"Yeah." Canada nodded and motioned to France again. "I'll take care of Papa."
"You're not gonna let him..?"
"Non…" Canada whispered, though he looked away in embarrassment. "I'm sure England will help with…that, right?"
"Yeah…Just keep him K.O.'d until Iggy gets back."
"Right." The two exchanged nods and America ran up the stairs into the daylight.
Russia was up and about when America arrived at the room. He knocked, since he didn't have a key to Russia's room, and Russia opened the door with wet hair and no shirt. Thankfully he had pants on. The room's air was dense from post shower condensation, and a wave of the humid air hit America as the door opened.
"America!" Russia bear hugged him in the doorway.
America blushed like mad, his clothes getting soaked from Russia's wet chest, "H-hey there, big guy."
"Where have you been?" Russia pulled him inside and honestly looked worried. America, for a moment, found it funny. This was the same Russia who only a few decades ago wanted his head on a platter.
"I've been…" Dang it! He forgot to think of a reason!
Russia's face flashed concern for a moment before brightening up. "Well, I have missed you, da?" Russia grabbed America's hand and led him into the room. "I thought maybe…Ah…" Russia blushed.
"Thought what?"
"I thought we could go and get some breakfast together, da?" Russia gave a weak, embarrassed smile. America glanced at his watch. Was it really only 9:00? Felt later than that.
"America…?"
"Huh? Oh. Yeah. Sure." America laughed lightly and Russia beamed at him. America's smile grew. Russia was so happy. Had he ever been this happy before? America honestly couldn't think of a time.
Russia finished getting ready and the two ordered breakfast at a nearby McDonald's right before their breakfast time was over. America planned on pulling the "Oh c'mon! It's like only 5 minutes past breakfast!" card but it wasn't needed, thankfully. America was also thankful that Russia suggested McDonald's instead of him dragging Russia there. The two then walked to a nearby park. The trees were all vibrant green and swayed gently in the cool, calm morning breeze. America noticed other people staring at them, and when he thought about it, he probably would have stared too. Here he was with his arms full of McDonald's, one of his arms hooked around one of Russia's. Russia was still smiling; it made him smile too.
Russia pointed at a park bench. "Let's sit there."
America put the bags down and gave Russia a sandwich once they had sat down. America picked one out for himself and took a bite. Not as good as back home, but still freakin' good.
The two ate in silence. The bench was secluded away from the more populated areas of the park, the only noise coming from the occasional pedestrian or bird, and the distant noise of traffic. London was still London.
Russia folded up his wrapper and tossed it in the bag. America crumpled up his and grinned. "Ah…that was good wasn't it, Ru-"
Russia's lips touched his neck.
America took a steady breath. So Russia wanted some blood too? America was thankful Russia was not going to bite on the side France licked earlier. Russia wrapped himself around America and bit down, sucking at the cut like he always did. With practice, Russia knew when to stop and after a few minutes, Russia loosened his hold and looked America in the eyes.
America laughed nervously, "Heh…enough for you, big guy?"
Russia's eyes closed half way and he smirked. "Nyet."
Russia reached into his pocket and pulled out the jar of healing gel. He unscrewed the lid and pulled America in. Their lips met and America felt his insides melt. Russia's lips moved slowly, yet in a demanding way that kept almost all of America's attention. Had the gel not been slightly cold, he would not have noticed anything other than Russia's kiss. Russia's free hand, the one not holding onto America, rubbed the gel onto the bite. America sighed, it all felt so good! The gel's calming, cold touch healing the wound, an already weird sensation, and Russia's warm,welcoming lips…He had never been kissed like that before. Last night, he had control. Russia was under his thumb, but with the roles reversed, that's different. Way different. Dang it, America couldn't help it.
He moaned.
Loud.
Like, really loud. Like, embarrassingly loud. Like, oh-my-gosh-I-hope-no-one-was-around-to-hear-that loud.
Russia broke the kiss and stared.
And then laughed.
"It-It's not funny!" America felt the heat radiating off his face. From embarrassment and their kiss.
"I am sorry, America. I did not know you were so sensitive. I suppose I should…ah, "ease up", next time?"
"N-no!" Dang it! Dang it! Dang it!
"Oh?" Russia leaned close, "Again, then?"
"N-"…Dang it. "Not right now."
Russia grinned at him. It was less innocent than the smile he had earlier, but then again, America kinda liked it. Russia took America by the shoulders and pulled him against his chest again, hugging him. America sighed, glad Russia couldn't see how…content he was being there.
"Thank you, America. Breakfast was very nice, da?"
"Yeah…"
Russia started running his fingers slowly through America's hair. "I was hungry this morning…"
America blushed. "I can tell."
"I really…like you, America."
"Because I let you bite me?"
"Nyet, you care."
America felt a twitch of guilt. "Your sisters care."
Russia shivered. "N-nyet. Not like this."
Well, there's your crazy sister…, America thought. And besides I…
"I…I am glad I can trust you, America. I do trust you."
America felt his smile disappear. "…Russia."
"Hm?" Russia looked him in the eyes.
"I…" Other people know.
Russia giggled, "Your eyes are the same color as the sky."
"I…." I let them figure out…
"Or…is the sky the same color as your eyes?"
I haven't figured out how to save you yet.
"Hm…Maybe it's both?"
I've been keeping my plan away from you and then everybody's been finding out and-
"Oh!...You said you wanted to talk?"
Out from one corner and into another.
*Digs a deeper hole for America* Russia's gonna find out and all heck's gonna break loose...
Oh France, why are you so difficult to make look helpless and not like bad guy? XD... And in case you couldn't tell, I really like the FACE AU. Most dysfuntional family. Ever. Or at least one of the top ten. LOL Actually when I was thinking of this chapter, I was thinking of where everybody was. I got to Canada and thought, "...Where IS Canada?" XD Turns out he just saved Alfred's sorry backside.
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