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Chapter 2: The Spreading

It had begun.

He chuckled to himself. The country with the red eyes had been a handful, but he took care of the nuisance easily. He could feel those he had changed—and those who had been changed by others—and it was spreading all across Europe.

Soon…very soon it would spread to the whole world. And all countries would be vampires.

France chuckled to himself as he gently sipped from his glass of wine. A soft jazz song was playing from his stereo. It was bound to be quiet evening. He would've preferred company, but c'est la vie as they say.

So the sudden knock on his front door startled him, as much as it pleased him. "I'm coming!" he called out, setting aside his wine. Who would be visiting this late? Spain or Prussia…or maybe Italy?

The visitors on his doorstep were none of the above. But what he saw still put a smile on his face. "Finland? Norway?"

The two small Nordic countries were standing there. Both of their faces were hidden by their bangs, but France didn't mind. "What brings you here without your…beaus?" he chuckled lightly.

Neither country responded to him, which was surprising to France. He expected Norway to vehemently deny his choice of words. "No matter. Come inside and get settled." He turned and walked through his entryway. "I have some crème brûlée chilling in my refridg…"

France trailed off very slowly, and came to a complete stop, when Finland and Norway suddenly appeared on either side of him. In unison they reached up and touched his arms.

"Ah…" France felt a slight thrill as the two beautiful Nordic countries began stroking his arms, and huddling close to him. "I see. So this is what brought you both here?"

Finland leaned up, directing his mouth towards France's neck. But France moved forward towards the stairs, taking Norway and Finland with him. "Why don't we take this somewhere more private, non? Like my bedroom?"

Finland and Norway remained silent, and kept touching him as France ascended the stairs. He couldn't help but laugh. Well…I DID invent the ménage a trois…

Sealand gasped for air as he stumbled across the threshold and into the house, dragging Åland with him. "T-Thank you! Thank you so much for letting us in!"

Iceland stared at the two of them blankly as he closed his front door behind him. "So, what are you two doing here?"

"My adoptive parents turned into vampires!" Sealand exclaimed.

Iceland blinked very slowly. "…Hvað?"

"Jag vill mamma! Bror Sealand är skrämmer mig!" Åland cried, hugging Hanatamago to her.

"You understand Swedish, right?" Sealand asked. "What is she saying?"

"You're scaring the hell out of her and she wants Finland," Iceland sighed, rubbing a hand over his face as he ventured further into the house. "Look, do you guys want tea or something?"

"Can't you tell her our parents are vampires?" Sealand demanded, following him.

"What makes you think they're vampires?" Iceland asked over his shoulder.

"Gee, let me think about it! Papa-Sweden's eyes were red, and he was feeding Papa-Finland his blood! AND he was repelled by this!" Sealand held up Finland's cross. "I'd say they're vampires!"

Iceland stared at him blankly. "…Okay." He turned to Åland. "Sverige och Finland är vampyrer."

Åland's eyes widened with horror, and tears filled her eyes. "V-Vad?"

"You didn't have to tell her like that!" Sealand complained.

"You insisted I tell her that," Iceland said, but he picked the little country up into his arms. "Jag är ledsen. Jag menade inte att skrämma dig."

"Has Norway contacted you?" Sealand asked. He wrung his hands slightly.

"Nei," Iceland said, setting Åland down on the couch. Åland seemed a lot calmer now and played with Hanatamago. "Why?"

"Because Papa-Sweden got his vampirism from Denmark!" Sealand snapped. "And if Denmark made Papa-Sweden into a vampire, then he probably made Norway into a vampire!"

"What makes you think Sweden caught it from Denmark?"

"Because Papa-Sweden got a phone call from Faroe and she was freaking out, or something! He went to see what happened, and came home a vampire!"

Iceland's eyes widened for the first time. "Faroe?" he grabbed Sealand by the front of his shirt. "Is my systir okay?"

"If Papa-Sweden got turned, she probably did too!" Sealand insisted.

Iceland glared at him. "If you're joking about this at all, Sealand, I will make sure you regret it!"

"I'm not joking!"

Iceland let him go and yanked out his cell phone. "I'll call Greenland! Let me see if he's heard anything."

Sealand sat down beside Åland. "These vampires are bloody scary…and not like Twilight! But let's see, how do we stop a vampire?" he looked up towards the ceiling as he folded his arms over his chest. "A stake to the heart or exposure to sunlight? But what's going to happen since it's countries that are turning?"

Iceland snapped his phone shut. "It keeps going to voicemail! Greenland never turns off his phone!"

Sealand swallowed thickly. "T-They probably got to him! That means they're coming here next!"

Before Iceland could respond, there was a knock at the door. "Don't open it!" Sealand wailed. "It's the vampires!"

Iceland rolled his eyes. "Let me just see who it is." He walked over to the front door and peaked through the peephole. "Oh. It's Denmark." He blinked slowly. "And his eyes are red."

"Don't let him in!" Sealand pleaded.

"I wouldn't let him in even if he wasn't a vampire." Iceland shrugged and looked at Sealand over his shoulder. "What's that one vampire stereotype? They can't come in uninvited?"

"Y-Yes!" Sealand said excitedly, jumping up. "So long as Denmark's not welcome, he can't come in!"

"That's ea—"

Iceland's front door suddenly swung open. He yelped and stumbled into the living room. Sealand grabbed Åland in his arms.

"Iceland…"

Both countries gaped as Greenland and Faroe slinked into the house. Both of them had bright red eyes, and fangs hung out of their gaping mouths.

"Let me know when you're done!" Denmark called from the front porch, taking a seat on the top step.

"…Skíta," Iceland said numbly. "Denmark's not welcome here, but they are!"

"Varför är deras ögon röda?" Åland cried. Hanatamago began barking at them from her arms.

"Both of you stay back!" Sealand shouted. He released Åland and held up Finland's cross. "Stay away from us!"

Both Greenland and Faroe hissed at the cross, though Greenland was looking at Iceland. "Why don't we talk somewhere private, Iceland?"

"…That's not going to happen," Iceland said.

"Hold deg unna!"

Right before their eyes, Norway's green troll materialized into the air between the vampire children and the normal children. The troll looked at Iceland. "Norge er en vampyr, også! La meg holde dem av!"

"W-Where are we supposed to go, if Norway was turned?" Iceland sputtered.

"Gå til Tyrkia! Kjæresten din vil beskytte deg!" the troll hissed at Greenland and Faroe. "Hold tilbake, barn!"

"How many times do I have to tell you that Oji-san's NOT my boyfriend?" Iceland shouted in frustration.

"Now's not the time, Iceland!" Sealand cried out. He grabbed Åland and tugged on Iceland's sleeve. "I don't know what he was saying, but he's distracting them! Let's escape!"

"Right!" Iceland spared a glance at Greenland and Faroe before running with Sealand and Åland out the back door.

"Denmark, get them!" Greenland shouted from inside the house. "They're escaping!"

"Now what do we do?" Sealand demanded. "England's close, but that git keeps rejecting my begging as a prank call!"

Iceland grumbled to himself and yanked out his cell phone. He quickly dialed up Turkey, even as he heard Denmark gaining on them. "Oji-san? You're not going to believe this…"

Lithuania reached over and shut the stove off. "Feliks!" he called over his shoulder. "The sausage stew is ready!"

Silence greeted him. Lithuania blinked in confusion for a brief moment before he shrugged it off. He must still be outside…

He wiped his hands on the pink apron he wore before he untied it and took it off. As he hung it up on its hook, he jumped as the front door slammed shut.

"…Feliks?" he called out again. Confused, Lithuania left the kitchen and headed into Poland's entryway. Poland was standing at his front door; his head bent and face obscured by his blonde hair. His collar was cockeyed. "Feliks, is something wrong?"

Poland was uncharacteristically silent, and he didn't move. Lithuania hesitantly took a step forward. "What did Sweden want? That was rather strange of him to come all the way out here at this time of night."

"…Nothing," Poland said after a long moment. "He totally wanted nothing."

"…Okay," Lithuania said warily. He turned back towards the kitchen. "Anyways, dinner is read—"

Poland pounced on him from behind, nearly knocking Lithuania over. Lithuania yelped in alarm, and then gasped as Poland began frantically kissing the side of his face and his hair. "F-F-Feliks!" he turned around and grabbed Poland by his shoulders. "Feliks, what—"

His voice broke off as he stared into Poland's eyes. Gone was his lazy green stare, replaced with a lazy bright red stare. Lithuania broke eye contact as he examined Poland, and gasped in horror when he saw blood soaked into the inside of Poland's collar. "Feliks!" he cried out in alarm. "What happened to you?"

A finger pressed against Lithuania's lips. Poland pushed at him lightly, and Lithuania found himself pinned to the wall.

Poland leaned forward, and nuzzled Lithuania's face with his nose. "I feel fine, Liet. In fact…" his lips parted and he revealed his fangs. "I've totally never felt better."

"YEAH!" America cheered, pumping his fist. "Level 47! That's a new record for me!"

"Uh, guns need bullet's y'know," Sarah Michelle Gellar said on the television.

"I know, I know!" America answered the game sprite. "Has anyone seen the weapon box?"

His cell phone suddenly went off. America cursed and answered it as zombies began to quickly respawn. "What is it, Canada? Now's not the time!"

"America!" Canada shouted on his line, causing his brother to wince. "What are you doing? We have an international crisis!"

"International—what? AH!" America groaned as Sarah Michelle Gellar went down. "I haven't gotten to level 50 yet!"

"Countries all over the world are turning into vampires! Haven't you noticed anything ODD going on?"

"…No, not really. Denmark and Prussia left the game abruptly, though." America tapped his Bluetooth. "Hey, Estonia? You're not surrounded, are you?"

"America!" Estonia shouted suddenly over the Bluetooth. "Toris is—ACK!"

Estonia abruptly left the game, causing a game-over. America let loose a torrent of swear words. "Look what you did NOW, Canada!"

"America!" Canada snapped at him uncharacteristically. "Countries are turning into VAMPIRES!"

"Vampires?" America sputtered, pulling out his Bluetooth. "What for? Halloween's not for another few days!"

"I don't know! But Greenland and Cuba just showed up at my door and tried to break in! I hung a cross on my door and they're staying away, but I need assistance!"

"Just stake Cuba then!" America fumed, though he shrugged on a coat.

"I'm not going to stake another country, America! But please come and help me!"

"All right, all right, I'm coming." America shook his head. "Just hide somewhere, or something."

"I'm doing that! Just please hurry!"

America hung up the phone and sighed. "Why couldn't it be zombies?"

Wales drew back the window curtain slowly. After staring out the window for a moment, he looked over his shoulder. "England?"

"What?" England shouted from the living room. He turned back to his cell phone. "Stop calling me, Sealand! Go bug Sweden, or something!" he clicked to disconnect the call, and started dialing again. "Where the bloody hell is Sweden? He's not picking up my calls!"

"England," Wales said more firmly.

"Dammit Wales, WHAT?"

"France is outside the window."

"France?" England looked at Wales briefly before he shook his head. "Tell him to go away!"

"Let me see!" Scotland ran over to stand beside Wales. "Wow, that IS France!"

France had his face pressed to the window on the other side, and was erotically licking the glass. He rubbed his hands up and down the window glass, and his whole body was pressed against the glass.

Northern Ireland peeked around Scotland to see France, and made a face. "What's he doing?"

"It's France," Scotland said. "Does it have to make sense?"

"…What's wrong with his eyes?" Wales asked.

"Huh?" Scotland looked at France more closely. "Yeah…his eyes are red! Are they usually blue, or something?"

Northern Ireland suddenly yelped, and pointed. "Look! His teeth!"

"His teeth?" Wales leaned as close to the glass as he could. "Wait…they look—AH!"

Something slammed into the glass beside Wales's head. The three countries yelped and jumped back as England pressed a crucifix as hard as he could into the window. "GO AWAY!" he hollered.

France hissed inhumanly, and jumped away from the window. Second later he faded into the darkness.

"…Whoa," Wales said after a long moment. "How'd you know he was a vampire, England?"

England stared at him in confusion. "He was a vampire?"

Latvia's nose was buried in Ze volume 9 by Yuki Shimizu. Suddenly, he bolted straight up in his chair, gasping in horror. "NĒ! How could they do that to ASARI?"

He jumped at the knock at his front door. Latvia held his page with his finger and walked over to his door. The people he saw through the peephole caused him to reflexively hide Ze behind his back.

Lithuania, Poland, and Estonia stood on his front porch.

Latvia laughed as he opened his front door. "Guys! Wow, this is the first time you've all come to my house at the same time!" he turned and waved a hand at them. "Here, come on in! I'll get some—"

Lithuania and Estonia promptly tackled Latvia to the couch, causing Ze to go flying out of his hand. The smaller country began screaming in pain and terror as his fellow Baltics latched onto him.

While Latvia was screaming, Poland reached down and picked up the volume of Ze. He flipped to a random page and read it. After a moment he said, "Wow. Waki really is an asshole…"

Netherlands's brow was raised as he answered the door. "Are you really visiting me?"

Belgium said nothing for a long moment, and she wasn't looking at him. Then she said, "…Can I come in?"

"…Sure," Netherlands said slowly. He turned his back on her. "I don't have an—AH!" he screamed when his sister jumped on his back.

"Las manos arriba! Cintura sola! Da media vuelta! Danza kuduro!"

Spain sang cheerfully to himself as he stirred the paella in the pot in front of him. "No te canses Ahora! Que esto so—"

"Antonio."

Spain yelped at this voice and looked to his left. He relaxed when he saw France standing a few feet away. "Francis! You've gave me quite a fright! I didn't hear you come in!"

France's head remain bent and he was uncharacteristically silent.

Spain turned back to the paella. "Pero, you're just in time! I was making dinner for myself!" he laughed softly. "I invited Romano to dinner, but he told me to do something that's anatomically impossible, so I'm by myself for the evening! Would you like something to eat?"

France raised his head then. His mouth parted and his licked his lips and his fangs. "I've already found it."

"China."

China tried not to curse as he came awake. He blinked to focus his vision, and glared at Hong Kong, who was kneeling at his bedside. "What is it, aru?"

"Sealand just sent me a weird text message," Hong Kong said bluntly, showing the older country his phone. "Something about nations turning into vampires."

China's face twisted in irritation. "You know better than to pay attention to his crazy stories, aru! Sealand's a child, Hong Kong! Halloween is close by; his imagination must be getting the better of him!"

"That's what I thought too," Hong Kong said, closing his phone. "But this is the sixth text message he's sent to me about this."

"Eh?" China became more awake and slowly sat up in bed. "Seriously, aru?"

"And I texted Scotland to see what he heard," Hong Kong continued. "And he messaged me back saying France showed up at England's house with red eyes and fangs."

China blinked very slowly, and self-consciously hugged his blankets to his chest. "That's…strange, aru."

"Ya—" Hong Kong began.

CRASH!

Both countries jumped violently as the window on the far wall exploded. China grabbed for Hong Kong as a body hit the floor hard and skitted across the floor. "SHÉNME SHÌ DÌYÙ?" China cried out, grabbing for Hong Kong.

When the dust settled, South Korea slowly rose to his feet. Blood gushed down his cheeks from various cuts on his face, but he grinned sinisterly behind red eyes, as fangs extended out of his mouth. "I want your breasts, China," he giggled, wiping his chin with his sleeve.

China gaped at South Korea in horror. "Ah—"

Hong Kong stood up calmly, brandishing a cross. "Stand back," he said sternly.

South Korea hissed, and shielded his face.

Hong Kong looked at the cross in surprise. "Wow, Sealand was right…"

"How did you get that?" China demanded, jumping out of bed.

Hong Kong gave him a sideways glance. "You don't pay much attention to my people, do you?"

"Brother…"

Both China and Hong Kong looked behind them to the door. Taiwan stood in the doorway, huddling her sleeved hands to her face. Only, her dark eyes gleamed as red as South Korea's. "I am hungry, Brother," she said quietly, slowly advancing into the room.

"…Uh oh," Hong Kong said blandly, looking between South Korea and Taiwan. "Looks like we're surrounded…"

China growled loudly. "I haven't lived for five thousand years, suffering two Opium Wars and the Rape of Nanking, to be the victim of a couple of vampires!" he grabbed Hong Kong by his arm. "We're getting out of here, aru!"

"How do you propose we do that?" Hong Kong asked. South Korea and Taiwan inched closer to them, despite Hong Kong's cross. "Even if we get out of here, based on Sealand and Scotland's reports, this is happening in Europe too. Where can we hide?"

"We'll figure it out later, aru!" China snapped. He surged forward at South Korea. "Just hurry up!"

"Breeeeeeasts—" South Korea giggled.

"Kho SEE!" China shouted. He kicked South Korea in the face, sending the hyperactive country flying into the opposite wall as Hong Kong and him jumped out the window. "Keep that cross high, Hong Kong!"

"It's not like I'm going to throw it away," Hong Kong said.

Switzerland was cleaning his rifle when he heard a mournful voice at his bedroom door. "Nii-san…"

"Liechtenstein?" Switzerland turned and saw his sister standing there, shivering with fear and crying. He jumped up and rushed over to her. "What's wrong?"

"T-There's somebody outside!" she cried out, grabbing his sleeve. "He's in our backyard and he's just shambling around!"

Switzerland bit back a curse. "Italy must be trapezing through my yard naked again!"

"Nie!" Liechtenstein wailed, shaking her head. "I don't know this person, Nii-san! And he came so close to the window! His skin looked gray!"

Switzerland blinked. "Gray?"

"I-I think he might try to come in here," Liechtenstein sniffled, wiping at her tears with her nightgown sleeve. "Can you make him go away?"

Switzerland's mouth formed a thin line, and he snapped his rifle together. "I think I can manage that."

Switzerland had his gun raised as he exited their back door and ventured into the dark backyard. He didn't have to search long for the intruder; he could see the person stumbling around. Must be some drunk dummkopf, he reasoned.

"Hey!" he shouted, pointing the gun at the intruder. "You're trespassing! Get out of here immediately, or I will open fire on you!"

The person paused, and slowly turned around. The moon then peeked out from behind a cloud, and Switzerland gaped in shock.

"Et annet land," the man said gutturally. "Kom til meg, og jeg vil gi deg min makt." He gestured to Switzerland.

Switzerland felt a tug in his gut and raised the gun higher. "Get out!" he shouted. He was able to keep his tone calm, but his insides twisted up. This…person's skin really was gray. It looked rotted, too, and his eyes were bright red. His clothes were withered and barely hanging off him. "I'm going to give you to the count of fünf!" Switzerland snapped. "And then I shoot you! Eins!"

"Ikke være så vanskelig," the man…thing said.

"Zwei!" Switzerland continued, unabated.

"Du kan ikke drepe meg med at."

"I'm not bluffing! Drei!"

"Dette er meningsløst. Stopp motstå meg."

"Vier!" Switzerland's finger squeezed around the trigger.

The man started advancing on him. "Jeg kommer til å drenere deg—"

"Fünf!" the word was barely out of Switzerland's mouth when the gun went off, the round striking the thing in the top right side of his head.

To Switzerland's horror, the thing only stumbled back, as though he'd been punched and not shot. He straightened, with a huge gaping hole in his forehead. "Jeg er ganske sint nå."

"W-What the fuck are you?" Switzerland sputtered, still holding up his gun.

"Switzerland!"

Switzerland recognized the voice, but didn't take his eyes off the creature in front of him. "What are you doing here, Austria?" he asked tersely.

"There's another one!" Hungary ran over to stand beside Switzerland, holding a frying pan high. "But that doesn't look like a country!"

"He smells like road kill," Austria huffed in disgust, pinching his nose.

"Doesn't look like a country?" Switzerland echoed, still eyeing the person in front of them. "What are you talking about?"

"Countries are turning into vampires," Austria said. "And before you ask, they're not like Interview with the Vampire."

"Or Twilight," Hungary added.

"Or Twilight," Austria repeated very reluctantly. "They're like the vampires from Brahm Stoker's Dracula. They've become evil and are after us."

The creature took another step towards them, unmindful that he was outnumbered. Switzerland stepped back, and Austria and Hungary stepped back with him. "This thing is the first I've seen of anything odd," Switzerland said. "I just fired a round in his head and he's still standing."

"…Ja, we can see that," Austria.

"Po-chan showed up at my house while Austria was visiting," Hungary said. Her tone became sad. "But he was so different! Then he tried to bite Austria and the Baltics showed up exactly the same! We tried to flee!"

"We fled to Germany's house," Austria continued. The trio continued to inch backwards towards Switzerland's house. "But the front door was wide open and Prussia wasn't anywhere. I can only assume he was taken too, and we didn't think it safe to stay there."

"So you came here?" Switzerland asked.

"Well, Po-chan and the others entered my house easily because they're welcome there," Hungary said cheerfully. "These vampires must go by the rule to only go into houses invited. And we figured…"

"…You figured, since almost nobody is welcome at my house, that you would be safe here?" Switzerland deduced.

"Is it all right if we stay until we can figure out how to stop these things?" Austria asked.

Switzerland didn't have time to reply. The creature roared, and jumped through the air straight at Switzerland. Austria and Hungary involuntarily jumped back, and Switzerland swung his rifle forward to restrain the monster as it plowed into him, knocking him flat on his back.

"Jeg vil rive i halsen ut!" the thing yelled, snapping his fangs at Switzerland.

"Get off him!" Hungary hollered. She swung the frying pan and smashed it right in the creature's face. He screamed in pain and fury and flew backwards away from them.

"Get to the house!" Switzerland shouted, scrambling to his feet.

All three of them bolted for the house, as the thing behind them struggled to regain his bearings. The backdoor suddenly came open, and Liechtenstein stepped through the threshold. "Nii-san—"

"GET BACK INSIDE!" Switzerland hollered. He reached the door first and shoved Liechtenstein back through the entrance. He jabbed his rifle back through the door as Hungary and Austria frantically ran inside, the monster jumping at them. Switzerland fired one more round, but didn't check to see if it hit the man, and slammed the door shut behind him.

"Mr. Austria? Miss Hungary?" Liechtenstein asked in confusion, gaping at all three of them as Switzerland bolted the door shut. "W-What's going on?"

"Halloween's arriving in a hellish way!" Switzerland grounded out. "Apparently countries are turning into vampires, and we just fought a damned cadaver!"

Liechtenstein relaxed slightly. "Vampires?"

"Not the pleasant kind, unfortunately," Hungary said, rubbing at her neck self-consciously. "These ones are nasty, and warp the personalities of people."

"…Oh." Liechtenstein's shoulders slumped in disappointment.

"I have to call my boss," Switzerland said, swinging his rifle onto his shoulder. "I don't even want to think about what this will do to the populous in infected countries!"

"I'd better call my boss too," Hungary said as Switzerland ran out of the room. She pulled out her cell phone, sighing heavily. "This is turning into a mess…"

"I'm going to try and call Germany," Austria said. "I'll see if he's seen Prussia around anywhere…and I'd also like to see if Germany's okay."

"Definitely check up on Germany," Hungary agreed. "But who cares about Prussia?"

Liechtenstein sighed quietly. "I'm confused…"

Italy Romano downed his glass of wine with one gulp and glared. "Why are you still here?"

Germany glanced at him, trying not to look annoyed. "Because I'm Italy's guest?"

"Don't answer a question with another fucking question!" Romano barked, slamming his wine glass down. "Just get out of my house!"

"Nii-san!" Italy Veneziano tugged hard on Romano's arm. "Stop talking to Doitsu like that! He's my guest!"

"He's been here all fucking day!" Romano snapped, scrubbing a hand over his face. "Does he intend to spend the night, or something?"

"…It is late—" Italy began.

"Not my problem!" Romano groaned, and hugged his head. "All of this stupidity…I should've just gone to Spain house when he called me! I can only deal with one idiota at a time!"

"A-Ah…" Japan slowly stood up. "If I'm causing problems, I can go on home…"

Romano waved a hand. "No, I have no problem with you. It's just HIM!" he jabbed a finger at Germany. "This potato bastard is creating an offending presence in my house!"

"I don't have a problem with Germany!" Italy retorted, hooking his arm in Germany. "And I never complain about the friends you bring over!"

"You ALWAYS complain about the mafia!" Romano snapped back.

"I-I need some fresh air," Japan said, hurrying over to the glass doors leading to the garden.

Germany sighed heavily. "I called Aniki, as you requested. But he's not picking up his phone at all. He's probably still playing Call of Duty, and that game frankly annoys me."

Romano barked out a laugh. "I think that zombie game is great! Especially the level where you're killing ZOMBIE NAZIS!"

Germany twitched several times in the course of two seconds, and gritted his teeth. Italy stomped his foot in frustration. "Just STOP IT, Nii-san!"

Outside, Japan took in the night air and sighed heavily. "Kami-sama…the negativity is getting to me…"

He paused as he saw a shift in the garden. Curious, he took a couple of steps forward. He jumped when he saw a body lying on the grass, but he relaxed slightly when he recognized the person lying there.

Though, it confused him considerably. "G-Greece-san?" he said. He walked around to stand at Greece's side. Greece was fast asleep on top of the grass. The cats who usually accompanied him were nowhere to be found. "W-What are you doing in Italy-san's garden?"

"Fucking…" Romano trailed off as they heard an extremely loud commotion approaching the house at rapid speed. "What the fuck is that?" he said aloud.

The front door burst open, nearly off its hinges. Italy, Romano, and Germany jumped up as Turkey burst in. "HURRY UP!" the older country shouted over his shoulder.

The trio gaped as Sealand, Iceland, Åland, Azerbaijan, and Georgia scrambled into the house. Once all were inside, Turkey threw his body into the door, slamming it shut.

"W-What…" Romano gestured to the countries struggling for air. "What the fuck are all of you doing in my house?"

"V…Vampires!" Sealand panted, nearly falling over. "Countries are turning into vampires!"

"EH?" Italy cried out, pressing his hands to his cheeks. "That's terrible!"

"This is nonsense!" Romano snapped, his anger mounting. "Countries can't turn into vampires!"

"Vi blev jagade!" Åland cried, hugging Hanatamago to her chest. "De skulle inte lyssna på oss!"

"They raided my house!" Turkey fumed. "It's getting out of con—"

The door pushed against his body. Turkey paled and fumbled with the lock. "They know we're here!"

"If there are vampires," Romano said slowly. "Why did you guide them to MY HOUSE?"

"You two are Catholic, right?" Iceland asked. "The vampires seemed repelled by Christian relics, like crosses and stuff."

"Just like in the old movies!" Italy cheered.

Germany didn't know what to add to the proceedings. Then his cell phone went off in his pocket and he answered it. "Ja, Austria?"

Azerbaijan huffed and dropped onto the couch. "Why is this happening? I've got so many other things to worry about than this!"

"…I still think we should've checked on Armen—" Georgia began.

"Don't mention his name!" Azerbaijan said sharply. "Besides, he's got Russia! He doesn't need us!"

"Who's been turned?" Italy asked.

"All of the Nordics," Sealand said, wiping at his brow. "And it looks like the Baltics too, and Cyprus. Cyprus invaded Turkey's house while we hid there, and that brought out more vampires."

"This is so fucking ridiculous!" Romano shouted, wringing his hair in frustration. "This is all some conspiracy to annoy the fuck out of me, isn't it? Some idiotic prank to start off Halloween!"

Germany hung up his cell phone. "That was Austria. Hungary and he are held up in Switzerland's house, trying to avoid vampires."

Romano gaped at him. "…Cosa?"

"Ah!" Italy cried out, startling everyone around him. "Where's Japan?"

"Hey, he's gone!" Germany shouted. He craned his neck around. "Japan! Where are you?"

Japan continued to stare down at Greece, who wasn't answering his calls. "Greece-san." He knelt down and shook his shoulder. "Onegai shimasu, wake up. You're scaring me."

Greece's eyes snapped open. Japan sucked in a sharp breath and drew his hand away.

"…Japan," Greece said slowly. "I'm so glad to see you."

Greece's green eyes were gone, replaced with bright red ones. It was absolutely chilling. Japan swallowed thickly, and inched away. "Ah—"

"Get away from him!"

Japan jumped at this new voice and turned to see Turkey storming into the garden. "T-Turkey-san," he stammered. "What are you doing here?"

"Don't go near that pervert!" Turkey snapped, running over to grab Japan by his arm. At the garden door, Romano snapped, "What the fuck is Greece doing in our garden?"

Greece looked at Turkey. "Turkey," he hissed quietly. "Why are you here?"

"Shut—WAH!" Turkey recoiled back, dragging Japan with him. "He's one! That brat's a vampire too!"

"V-Vampire?" Japan sputtered.

Greece slowly stood up. "Let him go," he said sardonically.

"What are you guys waiting for?" Turkey snapped. "Stake him! Stake the brat!"

"We can't stake Greece-san!" Japan demanded. "He's a country!"

"So?"

Germany rubbed a hand over his face. "This is getting out of hand…"

"W-What are we going to do?" Italy wailed.

Iceland was the only one to notice a buzzing in his pocket. He checked his cell phone and saw a text message.

America (Mobile)

"Attention all non-vampire countries! We're having an emergency meeting at the World Conference building about the vampires! Please get there ASAP!"

Iceland arched a brow. "Not very discreet, is he?"

"What? Who?" Sealand asked.

"America sent out a text message to get to the World Conference building." Iceland sauntered over to the garden doors, where Japan, Azerbaijan, Georgia, and Germany were physically restraining Turkey from attacking vampiric Greece, who was just sitting there watching.

Sealand huffed in frustration. "America didn't send ME a text message! And I'm the one sounding the alert!"

"Bror Sealand, varför är du upprörd?" Åland asked.

Russia let out a scream of fright as Belarus jumped on him from his right.

- Spain is singing "Danza Kuduro" by Don Omar, which is one of the most popular songs right now in the country of Spain.