Chapter 5

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"Get over here" the American said with a smirk, impatiently patting the place next to him.

The vampire stood up slowly and shot a worried glance towards the closed coffin he'd been sitting on before he eventually complied. However, he didn't get much time to think about how damned awkward that had sounded, since it almost instantly got way more so.

"So, I guess you don't like me much, now do you?" Alfred reckoned. "Oh, I know… we are mean to you, hell I even beat you and we keep you hungry most of the time, but…" He paused, pulling closer to the apparently unimpressed servant, and slipped a gloved hand under his already open shirt, tracing his spine with his fingertips. "But you're not very good yourself, aren't you, little imp… No, you're always so rebellious and cheeky…"

He leaned in even closer to check for any signs of blush on the Romanian's pale, unearthly handsome face, but found none. What do you know, vampires don't blush, just like they don't sparkle

"Yes but you like it" the vampire whispered, confirming the American's statement. Shouldn't have said that, shouldn't have said that, shouldn't have said that, damn it!

But Alfred chuckled darkly."Well… don't tell anyone but actually-"

"I'm so very scared and hungry right now, veh! Do you have any pasta?" resounded the unmistakable voice of the one and only Feliciano Vargas, stealth master extraordinaire, before Elizabeta could clamp a hand over his mouth.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?" the blonde jumped up, propping himself in one elbow. "Did you hear that?"

"Oh fuck me…" Dragos muttered, face palming discreetly. We are SO screwed! "I didn't hear anything" he lied, this time a bit louder.

"Dude, I swear I heard that Italian, he said something about pasta!" the American shouted ominously. "Do you have like… ghosts in here? What the fuck!" he questioned glancing around with a terrified expression.

"Er… well I don't… but you know Master, it could be a side effect of the dinner you had… " the vampire suggested.

"Maybe… "Alfred still looked somewhat frightened, but was gradually relaxing. "Anyway, what were you saying?" he added with a mischievous grin, suddenly moving on top of his servant and pinning his wrists down.

"Well actually…"

"Aw come on, that I heard quite clear, don't get all shy with me now…" he drawled.

The poor Romanian made a mental note to get his hands on that pasta-brained very distant Italian cousin of his and bleed him dry, while Alfred was more than quick to discard all their clothing and toss them away on the floor.

"Now it's okay to be a little nervous in your situation…"

What situation? You're not that thick are you? Ugh!

"But don't worry, I'm very experienced. Honestly, I've tried everything" Alfred explained reassuringly. Which was actually a bad idea.

The vampire's long pale fingers reached up to trace the outline of his jaw as his eyes shone a bright red . "Really? Because I think there may be one thing you have not yet tried… Master" Saying that, he pulled the blonde down on top of him and sunk his fangs into his throat.

-x-

Dragos woke up at the break of dawn, after a surprisingly good sleep, and smiled. It was so good to be full, for once. But his early morning satisfaction soon evaporated when he recalled the events of the previous night and assessed the situation.

The supposed-to-be-dead Italian is still locked in a coffin in my room – THAT IS VERY BAD, what the hell are we going to do with him? Well, maybe bleed him dry could be an option after all…

I've bitten Alfred. WHOOPS! Even if he didn't protest, actually I think he liked it… seriously, what the fuck? But if Arthur finds out…

He's still in my bed, naked – hugely embarrassing , not to mention obnoxious, I've never heard anyone snore that loud!

Er… there was one more thing we did, but better keep a low rating and not think of it, UGH!

He struggled a bit to free himself from the entangled sheets and Alfred's muscular arm that was draped over him and slipped his clothes on quickly, as soundless as possible. He then carefully opened the second coffin and poked Elizabeta, who had eventually fallen asleep in a very uncomfortable position.

"Huh?" she said blinking sleepily, and she slowly crawled out of the wooden box and smoothed the folds of her dress. "Is Alfred gone?"

"Er… no, he's still here"

The Hungarian peeked past the vampire's shoulder, first glancing warily at the blonde's unclothed and sleeping form, then back at him.

"Don't ask…" Dragos whispered with a dismissal gesture. "Anyway, we need to get him out of here" he added motioning to the Italian, who was – thank God! – asleep as well.

"My room. He's in quite a poor state, I'll need to see to all those cuts and bruises"

Then the vampire picked up the slumbering boy in his arms with ease, and they both tiptoed towards the exit, having a high adrenaline moment at the creaking door.

"Um… Dragos… I need to tell you something…" Elizabeta began in a low voice, after they eventually deposited Feliciano onto her bed and she tucked him in with extra care. "Even if you'll be mad at me…"

The ruby red orbs bore into her bright green ones with a shadow of concern. "What is it?"

"W-well…" she stuttered hesitantly."You know that it's horrible in here, and it's only getting worse and… I was so afraid, and desperate… So I have used the Magic Mirror which Master uses for communication… and I know I really shouldn't have but… I wanted to talk to Ludwig, maybe he could tell me what to do…but instead his brother Gilbert appeared"

"The Prussian? Elizabeta…"

"And so since I'd done it anyway I told him everything instead, and he actually said he would help, that he would send someone from the Axis… But I swear that I thought it would be Ludwig, or at least Kiku… Only that night before the feast I realized that he actually sent Feli..."

The Romanian cleared his throat. "Well, it's still too early for Arthur to be up, so let's have a word with Gilbert, shall we?"

Elizabeta clung fearfully to his arm as they sneaked into the room of the Magic Mirror. As it turned out, despite the early hour, the Prussian was already up, probably set to bring about more doom.

"What a pleasure to see you two!" he chuckled ironically. "Probably want to thank me, don't you? Kesesesesese!"

"Indeed, you have read my mind. And there is one more thing I'd like to say" the vampire said solemnly and held out his hand towards Elizabeta. She promptly offered him the frying pan.

"HOW!ABOUT!YOU!NEVER!HELP!US!AGAIN!YOU!MOTHER!FUCKING!SAUSAGE!LOVING!FUCK!" he shouted, reaching through the Magic Mirror and emphasizing every word with a blow of the frying pan to the Prussian's head.

"HEEEY! Romania, what're you doing beating mein bruder?" Ludwig suddenly appeared in the frame, clenching his fists in anger.

"Why don't you ask him?" the Romanian replied calmly, only stopping to check whether he'd not accidentally bent the handle of Elizabeta's infernal weapon.

"Oh Ludwig, he's sent Italy down here to 'rescue' us!" the girl explained in one breath.

"HE DID WUT?" the German's face crumpled. "Ach, bruder, tell me you didn't do zat!" But to his dismay, Gilbert only laughed sheepishly.

"Alright, let me borrow zat!" Ludwig snatched the frying pan from the vampire's hand and wielded it murderously as he chased his brother.

Dragos eventually let the curtain fall back over the Magic Mirror with a sigh. "From the series 'if you think your family's weird, you ain't seen nothing yet'…" he concluded.

"And what exactly did that solve, if I may ask?" the Hungarian scowled.

"Nothing, but it made me feel better"

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