Chapter 6

The remainder of the day Alfred refused to let Arthur out of his sight, not that Arthur minded in the least. After their little make-out session in the kitchen Alexander had gone completely silent in Alfred's head, something Alfred rather enjoyed.

Alexanders silence didn't surprise Arthur that much, he had, in a way just kissed his son, seeing as he was currently in Alfred. If Arthur was Alexander he would have quieted up as well. The reminder though that Alexander was in Alfred did make him rather hesitant to the cuddles that Alfred kept trying to pull him into. He could understand that Alfred wanted to keep Alex quiet but it felt a little weird to him.

That night Arthur slept on the love seat in his bedroom, letting Alfred have the bed. He slept decently that night, and woke with just a bit of a creak in his neck from the odd angle he had slept in.

Alfred, despite having the comfortable bed, didn't sleep that well. He was extremely stressed out over the meeting they had to attend later that day. Arthur had to practically dress Alfred his mind was in such a frenzie, although to be truthful it was taking all Arthur had to keep it together himself. They both knew that Alex was going to do something at the meeting and neither were looking forward to it.

An hour before the meeting was to begin Arthur found himself driving both himself and Alfred towards the meeting building. This G-8 meeting was thankfully in his country and close to home, it would only take about forty-five minutes to get to the building and give them a few minutes before the meeting started to get their bearings.

It was about half way through the drive that Alfred started groaning in pain, making Arthur step on the gas more.

"Alfred are you okay?" Arthur asked, not wanting to take his eyes off the road and put them on Alfred when he knew damn well that he wasn't okay. Alfred didn't reply for a few minutes, and when he did it wasn't Alfred's voice.

"Pull over. Now."

Arthur said not a word and pulled off to the side of the road, it was early still and they were the only visible car around. Arthur tightened his hold on the steering wheel as he pulled off, hating the inability to say no to the demand.

"Don't protest, just take off your jacket and undo the cuff of your shirt sleeve." Alexander demanded, the blood red of his eyes coating over and hiding their proper sky blue. Arthur remained quiet, biting his lip as he shrugged out of the brown jacket he was wearing and unbuttoned the cuff of his shirt sleeve. The second he had the cuff undone Alex was grabbing Arthur's arm, pushing the sleeve up and biting into Arthur's wrist.

"Alexander!" Arthur gasped out at the sudden cold chill that flowed up from his arm, his whole body shivering slightly at the sensation. Alexander drank deeply, giving Arthur a light head.

"N-ngh...stop" Arthur asked, wanting the cold chill to stop filling his veins, remove the prickling sting in his wrist, and end the blood loss. Alexander complied moments after the request, sensing he was pushing him, and he still needed to drive. The second Arthur had his hand back he retracted it and held it protectively to his chest, staining his cream shirt in some extra blood, his eyes locked on the steering wheel as his body came back to life.

"Look at me," green eyes obeyed, "now listen carefully, you will not tell a soul of my presence, you will alert no one, you will do nothing. You shall discuss what you need to about your country and that is all, if I chose to come out and speak you will sit there quietly and not react. Understood?" A slow nod that was forced by the mark. Alexander smiled, "good, and when we get back home I'll put that new bite to use."

Emerald eyes snapped to the younger, not understanding what he meant but Alfred was already being given control back. The sunny blond slumped forward, arms wrapped around his middle and eyes clenched closed. When he finally relaxed from the jolt of being returned control and opened his eyes a small under layer of red could be seen. You wouldn't spot it unless you were in his face looking for it, but Arthur knew the red eyes by heart and could pick-up the slightest trace of them.

Neither occupant said a word for the next five minutes, and the silence continued even as Arthur restarted the car and pulled back onto the street, finishing the remainder of the drive to the meeting. In the parking lot he re-did his cuff and put his coat back on, hiding the slight blood stain. Alfred kept quiet, but his entire being screamed out to Arthur on how much he didn't want to go inside. Arthur sensed Alfreds worry and gave him a soft, quick embrace, one he tried to move from quickly to avoid prying eyes but America clung to him.

"He'll do something..." Alfred murmured.

"I know, but will work through it, compared to everything else this will be simple, alright?" Arthur replied, gaining a nod from the American as he was freed and began to lead the way into the building.

They were the second ones in the conference room, Germany and Italy having beat their spots of being first present. Within the next ten minutes France, Canada, Russia, and Japan all made themselves present. Small discussions were floating around the room until Germany decided to call everyone to attention, after he got Italy to be quiet and sit down.

"Alright, we have a lot to discuss this time, as always, so lets get straight to business. Starting with an issue that many nations believe needs to be brought to an end, or for those involved, want out of. The Iraq War, America?" Germany began, jumping straight into the meetings many topics, and of coarse picking on someone who was not even wanting to talk, for once.

"Yes, well, we still have debates going on, but we believe we should finally start to pull out soon, and be completely out by Christmas of 2011. We're going to try and help the civilians as much as we can until we get them out though." America replied.

"Ah, so America will finally be ending this war and letting us all go home." Russia commented, his childish innocence hiding the sarcasm in the remark.

Alfred could feel Alexander starting to push through and take control, he tried to fight it, casting a worried glance to England who nodded in understanding. In the event that Alexander did come out Russia was the last nation to start a war with. England, knowing this, moved to try and change the subject.

"Yes well, in that case, I do believe that I have the right to begin pulling my troops out now than, correct?" England asked, pulling everyone away from Russia's comment. American nodded and gave an affirmative yes, pushing Alexander back away from control.

"That's very good America-san" Kiku commented, taking note of the announcement.

"But hasn't America said he would do such before, da?" Russia commented, yet again. Alfred felt a sharp pull in himself, Alexander wanted to get into it with Russia for sure. If they could just keep him quiet and off of America's back it would be good, America was very good at ignoring the Russian's comments in meetings, but they still annoyed him to no end and occasionally greatly angered or depressed him, Alexander would defiantly take advantage of this and he already was.

"Yes, well I'm sure all Russians are very good at holding there promises too" Alexander managed to get out, sarcasm lacing his voice, which still rung clear as Alfred's to everyone. Arthur was the only one who could catch the icy frost over his voice that was never present unless Alexander was speaking through him.

Ivan glared at the shorter, snapping back, "you would notice that. Wouldn't you?"

"Of coarse I would, if I don't whose gonna keep you in line?" Alex replied back smugly, leaning back in the chair with a smirk. The temperature of the room had dropped a few degrees with the icy battle that was erupting. Arthur had felt the rooms temperature drop so much he could possibly get frost bite. He wanted to say something, anything, to get Alfred back in control but he'd been ordered to keep quiet once Alexander was out.

"Keep me in line? What about the one who goes around declaring war on people that are only under suspicion of carrying weapons of mass destruction, while your the only one that's ever used them, da?" Ivan bit back, clearly enraged.

"At least I have a proper government!" Alexander snapped back, treading onto cracked thin ice. Everyone in the room was silent, petrified at how far this fight was going to go. Arthur was by far the most scared, no one but him understood that Alfred wasn't saying any of this. It was all Alexander, his son, who'd merely prodded Alfred's mind and taken the information needed to start a fight, possibly a war.

"Do you now? Whose the one that can't seem to end a war they started?" Ivan asked, voice spiked with venom.

"I can end this war whenever I wish." Alexander replied, looking smug. England froze up more, terrified of what Alexander could be insinuating.

"Oh? How would you do that? You don't happen to be the one with the nuclear weapons, now are you?" Ivan asked, this time a bit of worry in his voice. Everyone in the room knew that if America had nuclear weapons, a war could break out.

"So what if I do have them? Have I given any reason to assume that I do?" Alexander asked, smiling like he'd just won a battle. France, Japan, and Italy gasped, with Canada near tears at the thought that America was the one housing the nuclear weapons behind every ones backs. Germany gained a look in his eye, a look that no one had seen since World War 2, one that screamed for the want for war. Russia merely sat back, taking in this new information that his rival may have weapons of nuclear content. Not even Ivan had those in his country. England had frozen in his seat, wanting to just stand up and scream and wish it all away, wish he could go back in time and never cast that summoning spell, go back and never let Alexander live...go back and possibly never have Alexander.

No, no no no, he wouldn't wish his blood son away, no matter what he had become he was still his son for sixteen wonderful years of his life with his mother Amelia. He could never wish those times away.

He could also do nothing about this right growing problem right now, he could state nothing, he could do absolutely nothing to help his love.

"America, no, no formalities at this. The United States of America, you have just sublimely suggested that you are housing weapons of mass destruction. You understand that each country has the right to come in and inspect and search for these weapons , correct?" Germany announced, slicing through the silence that had draped itself through the room.

"And if I should refuse entrance to my country?" Alexander baited.

"I can only speak for myself, but if you deny myself entrance I will take that as a sign that you are hiding weapons, and I will declare war." Ludwig replied, the crave for war rooting itself in his eyes. Italy, looked down, knowing he would follow Germany into battle if it came, but not liking his friends fighting in this way.

"I myself am tempted to declare war on you right here and now America, understand that." Ivan spoke up, his words ringing true.

If England wasn't bound by ordered he'd be screaming at every nation right now to just stop this madness.

France noticeably shuddered, the thought of a World War bringing back painful memories. Canada was trying to remain composed, he couldn't fight his brother, he just couldn't. If a war broke out he knew he'd be with his brother, no matter the consequences.

Japan leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table and holding his head. He was also reliving thoughts that World Wars had brought him, the thought of nuclear weapons in America's possession again only added to the pain.

"I do believe, this meeting is done for today." Alexander announced as he got up and left the conference room, most likely going to the car.

"Meeting adjourned." Ludwig declared and Arthur ran for his car. Alfred was inside.

Crawling into the car quickly he followed instinct after he heard the first cry from Alfred, hugging the taller man tightly, trying to hold back his own cries.

"I-I...wh-what do I d-d-do?...He-he's going to s-st-start World W-W-War Th-thr-" Alfred couldn't finish the last word, his voice collapsing into more tears.

"Sh-shhh, I know love, I know. I...I don't know what to do." Arthur murmured quietly, Alexanders want for a third world war was the last thing either expected him to do.

They sat in the car for almost ten minutes, Arthur just letting Alfred let it all out. "Shhh, just try to calm down okay." Another five minutes passed before Alfred did and they could start driving home.

The ride was silent, with the exclusions of Alfred's heavy breathing and occasional hiccups and sniffs as he recomposed himself. By the time they reached Arthur's home the sunny blond looked completely drained.

Arthur guided him up into the house slowly, setting him down on the couch and just letting Alfred fall against his chest and rest. It was getting dark, a storm brewing up outside, and he wasn't getting up, waving his wand with a quiet snap towards the coffee table in front of the couch the small triple plate of candles lit up. They smelled of fresh rain and wild roses, and gave the room a comforting smell and light that the two were able to just lay back and relax in.

They both skipped eating for the rest of the day, it had started to rain outside and occasional thunder would give some sound to accompany breathing, and a clash of lightening to add a seconds light to the room. The couple just sat, curled up in the couch, Arthur laying back against the armrest with Alfred between his legs, leaning against his chest. Alfred had taken to laying his head on Arthur's one shoulder, tracing a soft pattern into the other with his fingertips. Arthur relaxed into the touch and both soon stopped thinking all together, just allowing their minds to drift together and pretend not a single things was wrong.

Pretend that Alfred didn't have a spirit in him. Pretend the spirit wasn't a vampire. Pretend the vampire wasn't Arthur's old son. Pretend said son wasn't trying to start World War 3. Yes, pretend pretend pretend, like they were small children, yet again.

At some point Alfred began to mindlessly nuzzle into Arthur's neck. Arthur beginning to get into the habit of tilting his head so Alfred was given more of the pale column to enjoy. Somewhere nuzzling turned into soft kisses and was starting to change to licks and nips, Arthur making soft content noises every so often at certain spots, when he finally acknowledged that he was hungry. He hadn't even registered how lovely Arthur's blood smelled with just a thin layer of skin separating the two and now that he did he realized how painful the burn in his throat had become throughout the day.

As if to make this realization public his stomach decided to let off a slight growl. Arthur was to relaxed to even care and just murmured a quiet, "do what you wish" while one hand glided up Alfred's back comfortingly.

At this point in the game, and after all of the days events Alfred wasn't going to complain or fight the need. He simply unbuttoned the top two buttons on Arthur's shirt and went back to nuzzling and kissing his neck. He mindlessly let the kisses switch off to licks, than nips, until his fangs were out and grazing skin. He sunk the pointed teeth into Arthur's neck slowly, Arthur himself trying to hold back any noise from the sweet warmth that dug into his veins.

Alfred drank slowly, completely unrushed. He merely let himself feel the pleasant sensation of the blood going down his throat, like the purest wine. How it warmed his body and made him feel so alive compared to the hollow feel he felt when he was in need of blood. His rolled off his side to lean up against Arthur who was arching forward and wrapping his arms and legs around Alfred loosely. Arthur was enjoying the slow drinking just as much, The feel of Alfred on his neck sinking past his skin and into his body, heating it up with a new form of pleasure. Alfred pulled his knees in, sitting up just the tiniest bit and pulling Arthur up with him, almost halfway into his lap as Arthur's head just fell back over the armrest, stretching his neck just a little more.

Alfred's hands slid down from Arthur's shoulder blades to his sides, down and around to rub slow circles into his lower back. Arthur leaned back into the touch, a moan passing through his lips, the sound encouraging Alfred to pull him the rest of the way into his lap, making their crotches touch. Arthur gasped, hands flexing out at the shocked pleasure. Alfred jumped slightly, disconnecting his mouth from Arthur's neck.

"Ngh..." Arthur groaned at the sudden loss of Alfred drinking from him. He had been close to his limit in honesty but it had felt so good. He panted quietly, still catching his breath, when Alfred returned to his body, licking and kissing the small wound before leaning back enough so that when Arthur finally tilted his head back forward and down their foreheads touched.

"Mm, tell me that feels as good to you as it does me" Alfred requested, letting himself enjoy the after taste of the sweet, tangy blood.

"Oh, it feels wonderful Alfred" Arthur replied, catching his panting breath finally, leaning that inch closer to make their lips brush as he spoke.

"Mm, Arthur" Alfred nearly purred, closing the distance that final inch and kissing Arthur. The emerald eyed nation responded quickly, kissing back and sliding his arms back up to Alfred's shoulders.

Alfred took the lead of the kiss, tilting his head first and choosing a steady tempo for the kiss. Arthur slid into the pace Alfred had set easily, allowing some noise to glide up through his vocal cords. Alfred returning the noises as he kissed Arthur deeper.

Arthur, being the stubborn one he was, refused to acknowledge that his light handedness's, that he normally received after being fed from, wasn't going away, but getting worse. Slowly, his kissing back slowed and he quieted down, arms sliding from Alfred's shoulders. Alfred stopped the second Arthur did, breaking the kiss as Arthur started to breath heavy and fall back against the armrest of the couch.

"Arthur?" Alfred near shouted, concern for his former mentor flooding through his mind.

"N-ngh...Alf-Alfred.." were the only words Arthur could get out before his mind traveled into an unconscious state.

Alfred worriedly started looking Arthur up and down frantically, eyes catching the blooming black mark that was spreading up around Arthur's wrist. The wrist that Alexander had bitten earlier that day.

"What did you do now, ya brat?" Alfred asked, clenching his eyes shut and the viney thorned pattern stopped spreading, taking up the whole circumference of Arthur's wrist. Alfred didn't notice the way the mark on Arthur's neck, partially hidden by his shirt, glowed a silvery emerald green as the mark formed.

Okay! I am sorry for such a long delay! I know I've been a very bad writer that went poof. I've been dealing with the new school year, crazy and harder than last years and I just took a 10 paragraph test today (as in I only had 40 minutes to write 10 paragraphs) on WW1, Marching band, I'm a field manager and tomorrow is the final day for our near 100 year old stadium (so 100 years of history are about to be torn down and we get to close it out, lots of things in the entire town for that), Toying with LiveJournal, Thank you ChildishSadism for showing me how to upload things!, dance classes have started again, and I was on a little vacation last week. So yeah, it's been crazy. I have a creative writing coarse this year too, and that has decided to take up a lot of my writing time too (I have a 1,000-7,500 word story rough draft due monday)

A bit of information, this doesn't exactly follow corret politics, I am aware that the 2010 G8 was in Canada this year, just work with it and any other changes.

So, you finally got your update, UnWanted, I want to have out before the end of October, not sure if it will happen, I have another request I need to do (If you want my previous (and first) request is called Studying of the Chartsand it doesn't have a lot of reviews -sadface-) and I do want to participate in the LiveJournal USxUK Halloween Love Party before it ends. So, we'll see what happens, I promise to have it out before Thanksgiving though!

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