A/N: I don't own hetalia or anything at all!
Not much to say really.
I filled this chapter up with USUK fluff. I don't usually ship that pairing, but it just turned out that way ^_^
Arthur's brother and sister are indeed Wales and Scotland, for those who didn't know~!
Also, I've realised I have Canada syndrome. Not many people in my school know/ remember who I am... *sniff*. I'll just have to wear my Belarus cosplay- then I'll stick in their minds! Heh heh heh...

Arthur lurched forward, spitting out his fragrant Darjeeling as he did. He should have been prepared for that; there were bound to be a good few nut jobs and whack-a-doodles on this job. But vampires... He'd never seen a vampire.

"Miss Katyusha, I'm sure this is very traumatising for you, but are you sure what you saw was a vampire?"

Katyusha looked taken aback, as though what she said was a perfectly normal statement for a High School girl to make.

"B-but, my sister..." she began.

Alfred's ear twitched at the mysteriously remorseful tone her voice took on. He was a hero. It was his job to help maidens in distress. Why did Arthur have to be such a stick in the mud about everything? It was really making their job a lot hard than it needed to be.

The Ukrainian girl finished her sentence.

"My sister Natalya has been missing for two days. Before she disappeared she told me she felt like she was being followed." The girl sniffed and clumsily wiped away a tear forming in the corner of her eye.

The British boy didn't see that one coming. Maybe, just maybe...

But the logical side of his brain was still in control, and was, of course, almost always right. He clicked his knuckles and locked eyes with Katyusha.

"This still doesn't prove it was a vampire."

"Oh, well about that..." She said, casting her mind back to the incident.

"He told me he was a vampire. He certainly looked the part, anyway. He had the cloak and the teeth... Oh, and it was after sunset when he cornered me."

There was no doubt in the American's mind. This had to be a vampire. Adrenaline courses through his veins. Yes, this was it! His chance to be a hero.

"Lady, we accept your case!" He proclaimed, standing up from his chair, fist pointing triumphantly to the heavens.

Alfred could only imagine how inspiring he looked then. 'Ha. I bet Iggy thinks I'm a real hero now!' Wait, what? Why did it matter what Arthur thought of him? They were just friends, nothing more.

"Well thank you for that awe inspiring display, Alfred. I'm sure no one here can question your- uh, courage." The Brit selected his words carefully.

"Thanks, Iggs!"

The blond boy said, not sensing the obvious sarcasm in his British friend's voice.

"And for gods sake, don't call me 'Iggs'! My name is Arthur, thank you very much!"

He gave his friend a stern glare, only to find it returned with the soft, endearing stare of puppy dog eyes. Dammit, why did he have to be so cu-

Arthur cut himself of mid thought, his cheeks flushed with a dark crimson. He shouldn't be thinking such crude thoughts. How could he think that stupid American idiot was cute? He didn't. He couldn't. There was just no way.

He managed to calm himself down enough to find his friend's face pressed up against his own.

"Wh- what the hell!? Get away from me, you idiot!"

The American looked surprised, yet drew away from his friend none the less.

"You looked like you might have a fever. Your face went really red all of a sudden."

He gave Arthur a quizzical look and took his place on the chair to the right of his friend's.

"Yes, well..." The Brit stuttered before returning to their customer who stared at them intently, looking as though she was more interested in their conversation than her own 'vampire' problem.

The awkward silence in Allestor Kirkland's car continued to hang in the air as the red headed man and his younger brother travelled towards their small, suburban home.

Little changed throughout the journey, in fact, it could be said the most exciting part of the commute was the discovery of a very dead hedgehog lying next to the vehicle as it waited in a frustratingly long traffic jam.

Arthur needed to break the silence. Anything would do. Anything at all. He scanned his mind for something interesting to tell his comparatively disinterested older brother. It also had to be something good, after all, his siblings were so used to hearing bad news on their journeys home.

"So... I joined a club today"

He saw a glint of interest in his brother's eyes through the wing mirror.

"Ay. And what do you do in this club?"

He gulped. His brother was a very unpredictable man. There was really no telling how he would take it.

"I... Investigate supernatural mysteries."

The silence continued for a few more unbearable seconds before a deep and uncontrollable laughter filled the small car.

"Artie! That's perfect for ye'!"

At first Arthur wasn't sure what to make of Allestor's hysterical reaction but shrugged it off, deciding that all in all, he took it rather well (although Arthur wasn't sure how much he liked being the subject of such uncontrollable laughter).

"It's not that funny! My first job is to track down some kind of vampire with no evidence to help. I swear, it was the most ludicrous thing I've ever heard!"

His brother's eyes narrowed as he addressed his younger brother.

"Seein' is not believin', Artie."

The car pulled up at a small, red bricked house before either could finish arguing their point.

Arthur spotted his older sister running towards the car as it parked on their driveway. Her dirty blond hair was knotted messily on the side of her head and her eyes held a gleaming look of excitement.

"Arthur, I'm so glad you made a friend! Oh, and he was so good looking too! Long blond hair and rugged stubble... If he wasn't so young maybe I would-"

Arthur broke her off mid-sentence, fully aware of how often his sister started rambling.

"Did you let some weirdo into our house again? The only friend I have hasn't the foggiest idea of how to reach this place."

"And it wasn't for lack of trying." He added quickly, remembering how he spent half an hour giving Alfred directions before he realised it was a hopeless cause.

"Hmm... I suppose he must have been some kind of shady character, then"

Catrin reached into her pocket and pulled out a small envelope with the name 'Arthur' written on the front in calligraphic handwriting.

"He left you this. I know he's suspicious, but I promised him I'd pass it on."

Arthur didn't beat around the bush. Thinking of how the bloody wanker could have taken advantage of his sister, he ripped open the letter and peered inside.

It was at this moment Arthur Kirkland realised he may have misjudged this town, this case even. He gently lifted the envelope into the air and let the contents fall out onto the gravel.

A pale pink rose petal drifted to the ground, followed by a long platinum blond hair.