Thank you for returning and reading my second chapter in this series! I plan to make this chapter much longer than the last (which was first 1000 and then 3000ish words). I appreciate all comments or suggestions given and I'll try to answer any questions on my tumblr blog (see bottom notes for more contact info, I'll try to make it a link but I'm a n00b on this site so that might not happen, sorry for the inconvenience). Also, words in 'asdfg' are read through telepathy.

ALSO, as a side note, there are slight personality fluctuations with my version of the characters vs the official canon and know that this is to enhance the story so please overlook any OOCness as some people addressed this in the last chap and I wanted to clarify.

***Warnings: Profane Language, lots of dialogue (?)

***Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia nor am I making any money off of this work.

Well, without further adieu, here is chapter 2 of BKRQ.

10:03 A.M.

Gilbert woke to a very peculiar pain in his brain. Everything was a fuzzy blur until his pinked irises focused upon… a giant nose?! Wildly, the albino tried to move but discovered another peculiarity… he could not move his arms, and his wrists were beginning to ache with rope chafes.

"Morning little white bunny."

'Fuck…'

"Well that's not a very nice word to say in the morning."

"I didn't SAY it out fucking loud!"

"But you thought it." The man blinked a cheery smile on his lips.

"The hell says you can read my mind you shit!" his frantic struggling stopped… this was the man… that hobo's Master. "HEY! LET ME GO BASTARD!"

"Firstly, I am a King not a Bastard or a Shit, thank you very much. You obviously don't quite recall who I am-"

"I remember who the fuck you are! The hell! YOU ARE NOT MY MASTER!"

"Oh, I see you remembered at least that much. Well, I will inform you of your situation. I am holding you captive, and currently, I could do whatever it is I want with the likes of you, lowly human." The man, King Ivan or whatever was wearing a sneer and Gilbert just wanted to punch his face out… well, if he had the use of his limbs that is.

Suddenly a flash of blonde zipped by his peripheral vision and another unwelcomed face came into view. 'damn fucking hobo and his damn fucking sex life!'

Ivan made a mock pout, patting his cheek, "What did I say about those mean words? And calling my sweet treat a 'hobo'! How CRUEL!" his broad arms embraced the blonde in a tight hug, receiving a kiss from the American. "His name is Alfred by the way."

Gilbert faked a gag at the kiss, earning himself a piercing blue glare. "How the hell do you know what I call him! You can't really know that unless you read my mind!... read my mind…" he repeated in a hushed whisper, that's how he knew! And about that comment before… what person could do that!

Alfred sneered answering his silent question, "What do you think we are maggot!? HUMANS!? HAH! You scum, we're VAMPIRES!"

Ludwig, as meticulous and punctual as he had always been, was 183 minutes late for work exactly. He would soon file in for a sick leave if the day continued like this. When he awoke at the usual 6:00, the German expected to find his Brother asleep in his designated room. When his blonde head popped in, there was nothing. Quickly he retrieved his phone to check for texts and to Ludwig's dismay there was the same text from last night. The promise of being home in '10 mins Bro' was most definitely NOT a reality.

"Brüder… where are you?!" Ludwig questioned to nothing in particular as he ate his wurst and eggs and then another exasperated "Gilbert you're worrying your Brüder!" another hour later as he was pacing. This went on for several hours until the clock on the wall read 10:03. He was late, and this had never happened before, but Gilbert was top priority. The elder brother might not have been the most morally sane person he knew. But he was just as punctual as himself and was very dependable in a rebel sort of way. Ludwig was prepared to wait all day for him if the need arose and vowed to chew the albino out for being worrisome.

12:00 P.M.

"LET ME GO HOBO!" Alfred was currently hanging upside down from the ceiling and decided to bring Gilbert with him. The albino was struggling furiously in his bonds, face growing red as blood streamed to it with gravity.

"Hahahahahahaaaa Ivan this is fuuun! Can I keep playing with him?!"

Ivan gave an annoyed eye roll before calling up gruffly, "Yes, just remain quiet. I have a meeting of the Kings to attend to and I'd much prefer if you and my little rebel bunny stayed silent. So shut him up."

"Yeah, yeah, in a minute. I like to hear him squirm and shout!"

Gilbert immediately shut up deciding to not give this fucker any more fun. Alfred gave a displeased groan which gained a smirk from Gilbert.

The moment a knock came Gilbert screamed out "HELP ME! ANYONE I'm BEIN-"

An icy glare was shot from Ivan to the pale man whom he wholeheartedly glared back at. His pink eyes seethed with hidden vows of 'I'll get you back'. Alfred had shoved his hand over Gilbert's mouth in a painfully tight grip.

Ivan turned back to the door after a couple moments of heated staring to open the door. In walked a slender, shorter man with long flowing hair and red silken robes along with another man who was even shorter in drab colors. They were both pale and had oriental features as far as Gilbert could tell. Obviously the red clothed man was the King and the other was some servant like Alfred was. Ivan offered the man a seat but he declined "You know my preferred seating Ivan." The man sniffed out. Ivan sighed but sat in a chair whereupon the figure plopped himself down, draping his limbs over the side of the chair. Ivan wore another grim expression but sighed gaining a more relaxed one. Gilbert nearly choked as Alfred's grip tightened, obviously he didn't like this new guy.

"Yao, we both know why you're here. So spit it out already." Ivan drawled lazily.

His servant spoke up in a slightly miffed tone "His majesty is to be referred to as-"

"Kiku shut up." Yao's eyes narrowed at the other Asian before he looked up to Ivan, almost stopping dead. "Oh. Alfred you're here… and we have another guest it seems." Alfred might have killed Gilbert with the way he was gripping his face and the man let out a groan in protest.

"Alfred, down." Ivan called, flicking his wrist. "No point in staying up there and killing my feast."

Yao sneered as Alfred dropped to the ground, Gilbert's chair landing with a loud thump and toppling over face flat. The fall managed to cut up his cheek and immediately he felt a pair of cold hands on his face. Yao had sat up with lighting speed and was just preparing to strike when a gut wrenching sense filled the room. Gilbert's pink eyes were wildly scanning around for the source. It was Ivan. And he was angry.

Violet irises were glowing faintly and dilated to extremely small pinpricks of black pupils. "Get away Yao." His baritone resonated throughout both Gilbert's mind and the room, an eerie silence following. Yao released his hold, hovering fangs receding. A glare was direct to Gilbert but he was much too frightened to care. His panicked eyes looked around to see all the vampires of the room staring at him with bloodlust… that tends to freeze people in place. But something about Ivan's display had him second guessing his intentions; he had said those words with meaningful intent. He didn't just tell Yao to back off, he commanded, and something about that look in his eyes had Gilbert wanting to see it again. The first frightened feeling in his gut was slowly being replaced by something else… whatever it was, was making breathing easier in the room full of possible killers.

"Yeah… Get the hell away!" That pulled a smirk from the violet eyed man but he said nothing, turning back to his chair and sitting.

Yao was more hesitant in actually letting go, the smell of blood strong in his naval cavities. Sighing, pale fingers released and the man named Kiku rushing forward to help his Master. The Asian glanced at the smaller but allowed the movements, "Kiku shove this filthy human out of my sights," He turned to go sit in Ivan's lap again but found a blue eyed freak and an obnoxious grin preventing that, "And I want that slut off my chair."

"I am NOT a-"

"Alfred if I hear another word out of that mouth I will be angry, and you don't want to see me angry do you?" Ivan's voice was calm, as if he were just flinging words around, but the look on the American's face said otherwise. "Now then, Yao I am very ashamed of your display. A King should act better!"

"Ivan, do NOT tell me how a King should act. I have been one far longer than you."

"Yes, and it was you who made me King. I would think that in your old age you are reverting?"

Yao growled and crossed his arms. Kiku glanced from Ivan to his Master and bowed his head to Ivan for a brief moment. "Master Ivan, shall I relieve Master Yao's stress and remove the atrocity? Alfred would accompany us as well, of course with your permission."

Ivan's eyes narrowed but he nodded to the small man, "That sounds delightful." 'Alfred if you fail to heed my words welcome death. If anything should happen to my human you will be punished first.' The man's lips curled in a sweet smile looking down at Alfred.

The blonde shook within his grasps and gave a silent 'yes Master' and a light kiss before standing stiffly and grabbing Gilbert's chair. He drug the bound albino out with Kiku close on his heels.

"What the hell was THAT!" Gilbert glared at Kiku who only upturned his head not speaking. "The HELL little man! Too pompous to speak to me! Who do you think you are, you little shit!"

"Gilbert…"

"I mean, yeah I'm a human but so fucking what! Your fucktard of a 'Master' wants to get me! HAHA he can suck my cock! I'm too awesome for that shithead!"

"Gilbert..!"

"I'm so awesome he can't even touch me! Let's see his skinny little ass lay a hand on me!"

Kiku finally rest his dulled brown eyes on Gilbert, but those irises weren't dulled very long. Deep maroon oozed from the pupils slowly filling up the disked glass with red pigmentation. Faintly they glowed and Alfred had to quickly pull the chair out of Kiku's grasps, who had swiped at the albino's throat, barely missing the jugular vein.

"GILBERT! Shut the hell up before I LET Kiku destroy you! Don't you fucking EVER talk about a KING like that!" Alfred was fuming but not as much as the Asian in front of him. "Do you want Master to torture you before he sucks you dry! No!"

"Alfred. Quit speaking to the scumbag. If he cannot shut up, then I will have to rip his tongue out. King Ivan can still enjoy his exotic drinks without a voice."

Gilbert's eyes had widened with the outburst, and Kiku's glowing red irises were making it harder to calm down. The bastard even smirked, flaring up the glowing for a moment. Gilbert turned his head away and decided he'd rather glare at Alfred's back than Kiku's face.

Back In the Room

Yao sat in Ivan's lap once more but the cold aura radiating off his favorite Offspring was becoming increasingly irritating. "What! So I wanted a little taste, what harm could I have done!?"

"…" Ivan kept silent giving the other a glare. Yao's response was a quick pulling of his cheeks.

'Ivaaaan don't make me use my mind control to read into that black head of yours!'

'Yao don't make me respond through that overly gold filled head then either.' Ivan shot back in the same manor receiving another cheek-tug.

'I may be the Gold King but that doesn't mean my mind is on it all the time. One mishap with golden crowns and it follows you for a millennia!'

'Then you should have thought of that before being named the Gold Vampire King.'

'You're one to talk! Aiyah! Black King! The most feared, most ruthless, most restless and above all, loneliest. Having fun yet?'

'I am having very much fun yes thank you. Torturing all the little Fledglings and Offspring is simply a treat.' He had rolled purple eyes overdramatically, flashing a fanged smile.

'I see you've been looking for a Queen recently. Talk is going around that Alfred will have the honors.'

'PAH! Now that is funny! Why would I give such power to a slutty American who is easily distracted and quite frankly a thorn in my side? He is just a better quality glass of wine than most!'

'I thought vodka was your preferred drink?'

'It is. All the more reason Alfred would never amount to anything other than a petty slave for drinking from.'

'So the title still holds true, Black shall be the loneliest of us all.'

'Gold to bring them forth, to nurture and educate…'

'Which I've done very well I'd say! You turned out relatively okay!' Yao interjected before Ivan continued with the verses.

'Green to breed them, strongest in loyalty. Blue to lead them astray, to teach them cunning. Black to crush their souls, the loneliest of the rest. Until all Red spills and the fallen are saved do they wait.'

'Well then we both know Francis is leading humans all astray. He does seem to flock women. And I would say Arthur has strengthened our defenses with his magic and all of his Offspring haven't disobeyed yet. And you… do tend to crush souls.'

'We're still looking for the Red King. 'Until all Red spills'… it must mean something yet we do not know. If you hadn't bitten us the petty saying wouldn't be coming true.'

'PETTY SAYING! It is prophesied!'

'Bah! I do not believe in such things!'

'Yet you still search for the Red' Yao raised his brows.

'Perhaps. Whoever the Red King is, I am eager for them to save the fallen. Me specifically.'

'Yeah, save you from that crushed soul and empty heart!'

'Whatever.'

An uncomfortable silence settled, Yao sitting nervously once again. Ivan laced his fingers in the Asian's long hair a moment, eyes closing in thought. 'Yao, I recall a similar time. You had been beautiful then… a Gold God to my humanly eyes.'

Yao scoffed 'Don't go sentimental on me Black King! That was years ago and you know it! This 'Gold God' is not your Alfred!'

A wry smile crinkled the corners of his lips as cool fingers brought up the brune tresses, 'I can reminisce can I not?' Ivan breathed deeply, remembering a time when this was a common occurrence.

'Ivan, I do enjoy your presence here.' The Asian smiled gently, though slightly apprehensively.

'Just one more moment and then I shall be fine with seeing my old Master out.'

'Old aru! I will accept past Master but not Old! I still appear 29!' the Slav chuckled and nodded

'Yes yes. Well then my dear Master, I shall see you out for another meeting of reminiscing.' He stood, firmly setting Yao down, and motioned for him to leave. 'Have Alfred show you out, and do not even think of tasting my new beverage. I want to savor his taste.' Ivan flashed a pointed smile before turning back around and attending his own whims.

Gilbert was roughly shoved into an empty room, Alfred dragging him to the center of it and Kiku shutting the door. There was an intense silence as Kiku continued his passive aggressive glare and refused to speak. Alfred on the other hand was far from silent. He continued his scoldings and even went as far as to smack Gilbert up the side of the head. That earned the blonde a pointed growl, "Okay I get it! You can stop now!" Alfred took in another sharp breath prepared to shout again when the door opened and in came a very dignified Yao.

Gilbert tensed as the man entered, uneasiness flitting through pink eyes. "What do you want?! Come to take another piece of my awesomeness! Ivan wouldn't like that!"

"Ahem," he held out a fair skinned hand towards Kiku who appeared ready to object once again, "He is a King and I expect you to address him as such. I am the only one in this whole institution able to call that man Ivan without any surnames or titles. Now then, Kiku come, we're leaving. I have been in the presence of filth too long. Oh, and Alfred, do tell my Ivan how absolutely splendid his hands feel. I bet he would enjoy hearing such things from me." There was the tiniest smirk, crinkling the Asian's lips, as he turned to go leaving a fuming Alfred and a confused Gilbert in his wake.

Once the door closed Alfred turned to Gilbert, fake smile gone, and simply glared. "Oriental bastard!" the American muttered, pacing around the room.

Gilbert smirked at that but kept quiet about it, deciding to move on. "Can you untie me now? That pompous asshole left right? So you can let me go now."

"Hahaha! You know, if you weren't a human you'd be pretty cool. Anyway, no I can't let you go. Master wants to keep you still and obedient right now. Besides, if you go around insulting everyone as you are now, chances are you'll get whipped. You have no authority or power here. Let alone the fact that you're a smelly human."

"SMELLY! I'll have you know I smell manly!"

"You smell like sweat."

"Well … you smell like Ivan's cologne." His white nose whiffed at the air.

"Hah yeah that's because I'm around him enough! And, you should get used to calling him King or Master. Most of the other vamps around here won't like that, not that I care what those disgusting fags do."

"Heh… if you weren't a vampire I might like you."

"Pft! I was a-" a door opened quickly and in walked another vampire. Alfred glared at it, slamming his fist into the wall, "What have I said about showing your nasty faces here? Knock if it's that important! Save me from looking at your face!"

Gilbert was slightly appalled by how quickly the other's disposition changed and whimpered slightly. The vampire nodded and hurriedly spoke, telling Alfred Ivan requested his presence along with the 'snow bunny.' Alfred perked up at that and easily began dragging the chair back to the room.

"Finally! I hate being away from Ivan for long! Plus, Yao's finally gone!"

"Why do you hate him so much? You dropped me on my face in front of him! I want an apology!"

"Hahaha that's right! Pfft suck it up human! I have no reason to tell you why I hate him anyway."

"My name is Gilbert. G-I-L-B-E-R-T!"

"Whatever smelly human!" Alfred laughed again and entered Ivan's room again. "Master!" the blonde quickly let go of Gilbert's chair, skipping over to Ivan and giving him a hug. Ivan rolled his eyes and allowed the other to embrace him, glancing towards Gilbert and catching the albino gagging. Ivan grinned at that, picking up Alfred in his arms by the hips.

"Alfreeed my sweet dessert, have a seat!" Ivan set the man down on top of Gilbert, catching his eye and smiling even broader.

"GET THE FUCK OFF ASSHOLE!"

"Nah, you're comfortable!" the American giggled. "King, can I get a kiss please? I waited patiently this morning!"

Ivan sighed exasperatedly but nonetheless gave a chastising to Alfred's lips. "I called you in here Alfred for another reason. I have a job for my strongest." Alfred eyes lit up and he nodded eagerly. "I would like you to collect the money that others owe me. Some humans have been very naughty and haven't paid me back. I give you permission to drink as well." Alfred nodded again, blue eye sparkling in anticipation. "Now go."

"Yes Master. I shall not fail!" he quickly dashed out the room. Gilbert felt uneasy being alone in the same room as Ivan again. Something about this man just made his body scream run. "So little Pet, we are finally alone." Gilbert's muscles constricted at his baritoned voices encircled him with a weird feeling. "I have something for you to do too. Sleep now, you will feel better soon." Suddenly Gilbert's body felt light and airy, the vampire's voice soothing him.

"W…why do I need to sleep?"

"You will understand soon. Now sleep little one."

"I'm not… little…Ivan…" his head drooped down shifting white strands into his face. Ivan gave him a sweet smile and ran his fingers through the mass of white. 'You are an interesting human my Pet. I will have fun with you.'