EDIT: Thank you SO much to A Field of Starlight and spiritualnekohime4 for telling me of my error! Here is the legit second chapter!

Full Summary: A mysterious someone tells a 'tale' of epic proportions, showing readers a picture of a magical world in which humans are extinct, so much so that the general population of the beings inhabiting the world dismiss the once-great species as a bed-time myth. Some beings, however, believe that there is at least one human still alive, either unaware of their origin or completely aware, and hiding it fairly well to survive from the believers who are groping for a chance to devour that human's nearly-endless supply of magic.

Three men, all from different backgrounds and likely never to be seen together under any other circumstance, set out on a quest to find this missing human, and are surprised at what they find. Join us as the mysterious 'story'-weaver tells the tale of Amelia Jones, the last known human in all of Terre, and maybe the even world.

Chapter Summary: Amelia and Matthew find out that they're twins, of all things. Alex, both of the twins' father, promises to explain everything, even why the two were separated for so long. However, a cloaked figure steals both teens away. What will Alex and his ex-wife Meg do to get their children back? And why did the figure steal them away in the first place?

Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Hetalia (except all of my fanfiction plots and the state character OCs)

Warnings: teen-napping

Song of the Chapter: Who Am I by Casting Crowns

I see that you returned. Interesting, before now I would not have pegged you as the type to do so. Then again, I also did not expect the writer to continue writing. I guess I was wrong on both accounts, and maybe I'll be wrong some more.

I guess I'll have to wait and see if my assumptions about your character are correct, no?

On a side note, I have a statement to make. To my dear, innocent humans who think this is a mere story—you are quite wrong. Just because this recollection of my thoughts does not coincide with your beliefs of how the world works does not mean what I am telling you is not true. Think on that as I share the next small spout of our heros' journey.

The Last of Humanity,

Savior of the Magical Realm

Chapter 2:

Moon 9, Day 15

"What do you mean I have a brother?" Amelia asked skeptically. She glanced at Destiny, who subtly shrugged as if to say 'I can't help you here'. Amelia crossed her arms over her chest, this time not caring whether or not her skin showed behind her clothes because of the moon slowly rising in the pitch-black sky of the world.

"Yeah, what do you mean?" The boy a couple meters away from her asked quietly, though by the way he said it it sounded like he wanted it to be louder than it sounded. He also crossed his arms, as if trying to look as fierce Amelia knew she did.

Meg frowned slightly, her perfect features still staying beautiful. She looked troubled, yet she also looked like she had been expecting this kind of thing to happen for a while, now. Alex, on the other hand, didn't; his smile faltered slightly as if he couldn't take seeing his two children team up on him. He finally sighed, giving in. "Let's discuss this inside, shall we? You kids can get washed up, and I'll have the cooks make us dinner. we can discuss this over dinner."

Amelia's eyes narrowed. "You never talk over anything at dinner. It's just an excuse so you can weasel your way out of anything I ask of you."

Alex glanced at her, then to the blackness around them, as if looking for the answers in the stars that had practically lit up over them, around them. "I usually don't, you're right. This time, however, I will not break my word of explaining things. This topic is different than the previous ones."

Amelia sighed angrily, rolling her eyes, then grabbed her supposed brother's wrists and practically dragged him inside. He protested weakly. Destiny trailed behind the duo, at a respectable distance, after bowing to an exasperated Alex.

Arthur frowned. That could not possibly be right. He slowly swept his hand over the map again. Sure enough, what the prophecy said was true: a human would suddenly appear on the ninth moon of the fourth millennium, right in the center of Acasă. Something was obviously up—prophecies didn't usually come true, after all. Most warlocks like himself had put them down as pure blasphemy.

This was not blasphemy, or trickery, though. And Arthur had the magic to prove it.

Cursing himself for being such a fool and not believing in the prophecy enough to prepare, he waved his hand in the air, making a round circle of his green magic. Nearly immediately, he was met with the image of a figure with a coat, collar turned up, bent over the figure of a large animal. The most Arthur could see of the man was his white hair that glowed silver in the moonlight.

"Gilbert." Arthur said, somewhat occupied with the task of last-minute packing the necessities for the dangerous journey he knew was ahead.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the silver-haired man jump and turn to face the screen of magic that Arthur had put behind him and in front of himself. His eyes and razor-sharp fangs were both the same shade of bloody red. "Arthur? The Arthur? Man, where the hell have you been for the last two moons? I've been looking for you!"

"Listen, I'll explain the details on the way, but I need you to meet me outside of an estate. We need to—"

"Woah woah" Gilbert cut him off, putting his hands in the air as if to physically stop Arthur's words. "We?"

Arthur rolled his eyes, and looked up to the dirt ceiling of his home, which was prevented from caving in because of the giant tree's roots. "Remember when I saved your life, and you promised that if I asked anything within your power of you, than you would do it without further hesitation?"

Gilbert, whom had bent down again to recover a chuck of bloody flesh from his prey, which turned out to be a lynx—, looked up again, the memory coming back to him. "Don't tell me you're—"

"You can decline if you wish. But how awesome would that be? Especially if your dear younger brother found out." Gilbert's eyes widened in horror and anger. In the forest behind him, the moon came out from behind a cloud and illuminated his body, practically making him a dark shadow with glowing red eyes and flowing silver locks. "Isn't he in town?" Arthur prodded further.

Gilbert raised a hand and brought it through the mist, but not before Arthur heard a soft "I'll be there in an hour". Arthur, smiling slightly at his victory, looked down at the bag he had packed in a rush. Frowning slightly, he put the bag in a place where only he could get it, and it would also be accessible anywhere he wanted it—a rift between dimensions.

Arthur wiped the small cellar beneath the tree of any cases of recent living. First, he put all stores of any food in the rift with his stuff. He then took the dust that had accumulated from him living there with his magic and spread it around the room. Finally, he took all of the magical green light into his palm, and walked back up the stairs, not casting a glance to the home he was leaving behind for another warlock to take up residence in.

He pointed a single finger—his pointer finger—to the sky, and sent a bolt of magic up with a memory of the location of the estate the human was residing in. Within seconds, Gilbert had received his coordinates and was no longer blindly sprinting in the moonlight, and Arthur was off through the forest at a slow, but still quicker than walking, pace.

"I just hate him so much sometimes, you know? It's like he doesn't respect..." Amelia trailed off, hanging her head over the side of her four-poster bed to look at the silent boy sitting in her plush couch uncomfortably. "What's up, bro?"

Matthew looked up, jumping slightly at the word "bro". Amelia frowned slightly as he took up a look that practically said he was conjuring up an excuse. He was, after all, obviously uncomfortable for some reason. Why, though, Amelia couldn't figure out.

"Hey, I can call a maid if you need anything, bro—Matthew, Matt, Mattie, whatever the hell you need to be called to get you to calm down and chillax! What's up with you, anyway?" Amelia asked, sitting up and crossing her legs—human style—with her head tilted a bit to the right.

Matthew sighed, then confessed his reason quietly. "My entire house is worth less than anything in your room." He muttered, ashamed of himself. Amelia frowned, and stood up, red seeping into her vision. Matthew looked up at her, surprised at her sudden anger.

"Is it, now? So I just happen to have a brother, who just happens to have a beautiful mother come along with him to my house for a visit. The mother just so happens to obviously be my mother. And then I found out both my brother and mother just happen to be suffering and obviously struggling financially while Dad and I are thriving?!" Amelia clenched her fists in her short, sandy blonde hair. The red had started to bleed away, but her anger hadn't. "Why is that?! Why can't I be the poor one and YOU be the rich one?!"

Seconds after her outburst, a maid ran in. Ice trailed immediately behind her and then disappeared when she wasn't standing on the floor or next to a piece of furniture. "Mistress! Stop this, please!"

"NO!" Suddenly, a burst of magical energy burst from Amelia, sending the wraith back a couple meters into the wall, and setting Matthew's senses on overdrive. He literally had to hold himself back from letting his elongated fangs puncture Amelia's overly-exposed skin. The magical energy her body obviously held was mocking his senses, and the fact of how he had to hold himself from her only made his senses and brain work harder to get to her.

"R-run!" Matthew managed to get out around his fangs, which obviously had a mind of their own.

Amelia looked up to see the situation her twin was in, and ran to him, only making the situation worse by the closeness in which Matthew was then smelling the magical energy. It was fading, though, thanks to the fact that Amelia's anger had vanished. So, Matthew's desire to devour Amelia on the spot was evaporating, also.

The solid oak doors of Amelia's plush room burst open, Alex panting heavily and Meg close behind him. The wraith maid, having run and got the two of them, stood behind them. With one sweep of the situation, Alex had run to Amelia and shielded her body with his, practically engulfing her in his scent. Immediately, Matthew fangs and his primal instincts both retracted, leaving a dazed eighteen year-old vampire in their wake.

Meg was suddenly in front of him, and Alex was kneeling in front of Amelia, assessing her well being and her state of mind. Amelia, however, was only trying to figure out what went wrong with Matthew. Vampires don't usually bare his or her fangs to another of his or her kind; after all, they were like humans when not out hunting.

"Mattie, what happened?" Amelia asked over her father's shoulder. The vampire looked at his twin like she was crazy. He then turned to his mother.

"Mom, what—?"

Suddenly, a hazy smoke, lightly tinted green, filled the room. Alex wrapped his daughter in his arms, and started coughing. Matthew and his mother did also, as well as the multiple servants standing in the doorway worriedly. Bodies started dropping one by one, making Amelia even more freaked out than she all ready was. In a matter of seconds, everyone but Amelia, her father, and Matthew was passed out.

Alex looked down at his daughter, who was looking at the limp bodies of her friends and servants. "Amelia..." He said, panting while his fangs retracted and then extracted again and again, making him awfully dizzy, though he tried to hide it. His daughter looked up at him, just as he saw two figures in the doorway. "Don't trust them... They're telling...you...lies..." Alex collapsed onto his daughter, just as Amelia heard her twin faint behind her.

"Dad...?" She asked, shaking the limp form of her father. She looked back at her twin. "Mattie...?" Amelia didn't know she had been crying until she felt the tears on her hands. "What the hell happened...?"

"Sorry to break you out of your sadness, sweetie, but we need to take you and your twin with us, out of the country." A voice said from behind her, across the room.

She whirled, only to see a set of red eyes directly in front of her sky blue ones. "Like he said. Besides, we need to get moving before the gas wears off." Startled by the werewolf, Amelia scooted back and bumped into her father. The limp and utterly useless form of her father stirred some primal instinct inside of her, and she stood up.

Another man across the room from her and the man with the red eyes gasped. "Gilbert, get away from her—!"

Amelia sent out a wave of fearful energy, though she didn't know it herself. The man with the red eyes—and white hair, Amelia noted somewhere in the back of her mind—hastily backed up, white hair elongating on his arms and canine fangs growing from his teeth. His red eyes turned from scared to suddenly very lustful—though not in the sexual way.

Even more scared of the men—and subconsciously sending out more waves of energy—Amelia scrambled away from the men, having seen the wolf form of the red-eyed one through her fear. The wolf started slowly approaching her, lips pulled back in a snarl to show huge, white, canine teeth.

"Gilbert!" The blond man yelled, not pausing the new, white wolf in its tracks whatsoever. Seeing his yell didn't work, the blond raised a hand, surrounded in light green mist, from beneath his deep green—almost black—cloak. Suddenly, just as the white wolf was about to pounce on Amelia, the green mist shot from the blond's hand and surrounded the wolf.

Amelia backed up into a wall as the blond slowly approached her. He had his hood pulled up, and the only way Amelia knew he was a blond was because of the blond bangs hanging in front of where his eyes would have been, and probably were. Amelia looked across the room at the man as he approached.

"I warn y-you, stay back! I c-can tear you t-to shreds!" Amelia cried, trying with all her might to sound convincingly-threatening.

The man stopped in front of her. The hood still hid most of his hair—and face—besides his bangs, so she didn't get any further details about who he was. "Dear, what's your name?" He asked, his voice soft and calm, as if he was soothing a rabid animal.

Maybe he was.

"Don't call me dear. And w-why should I tell you?" Amelia smelled something peculiar off of this man: the distinct smell of oakwood pine. Those trees only grew in a forest far from where the Jones manor was... What was this man doing so far from where his home obviously resided?

"Can't a friend of the family ask the Lord'a daughter her name? It is only common courtesy, after all. Especially if the man of the house did not previously introduce a daughter as fine as yourself." He said smoothly, as if expecting Amelia's response to his question.

Amelia blushed, and tried not to get angry at the fact that it was his fault her father had not introduced her. "Amelia. Now what do you want?"

"Well, Amelia, you are obviously not a normal being. You are an extraordinary one, but we shall explain that later, yes? Right now, we need to get you and your twin out of the country. The government is after Gilbert and me, and I'm afraid we've spent too much time here as it is. Do you trust me?" He asked, as if expecting Amelia's answer again.

Amelia looked at the white wolf struggling against the lime green binds that had enveloped his body quite a while ago. She looked at her mother and father, and then at her twin brother. She then looked at her most faithful servant, slumped against the wall with her head pointed in the direction Amelia had been in. Her eyes were closed, and her brown ringlets covered some of her sleeping face.

"Promise not to hurt Destiny, Meg, or my father?" Amelia asked quietly. The man immediately nodded, and smiled underneath his bangs. "Fine."

"Grab whichever body is your brother's, then drag him over next to the wolf." Amelia did so, though still feeling a bit skeptical and the pit in her stomach that had formed after she had agreed to the man's terms growing a bit wider.

"Grab onto your brother as tight as you possibly can. No matter how hard the force pulls at his body, don't let go of him." Amelia opened her mouth to ask why, but he cut her off. "No time to explain, just do."

Amelia did so. She heard a crash to her left, and her giant window collapsed inwards. Men of differing sizes in black suits swarmed in, and that was the last Amelia ever saw of her room before she was forcibly caught by the back of her hoodie and pulled through the ceiling in a thick green mist.

So there wasn't any school today. It was supposed to be the first day back from break for people down here in the metropolitan-Atlanta area, but the schools in my county (and probably a lot of others in Georgia) were closed due to the frigid temperatures. For example, wen I woke up this morning, it was six degrees in the heart of Atlanta and fourteen degrees where I live. Now I know that might not be cold for somewhere like Canada or Russia, or even some northern states like Maine. Down here in Georgia, however, that is freezing. I also watched the news, and it's really cold in Chicago and New York, too. Seems most of the United States is freezing our butts off. Woo! In fact, I didn't even have school today! :D

Tell me what you think guys. Reviews are welcomed, but not required, after all!

~PurpleLuna98