I DON'T OWN HETALIA

I added more Hetalia characters because I felt it lacked characters. Just having Romania and Hungary was kinda boring so now Romano and Spain are in the mix. I'm also thinking of putting Greece in randomly. I love Greece. I love Captain Cat.

Footsteps echoed down the alleyway as the man's breath got deeper. A common side effect of fear. A man ran down the abandoned alleys. His heart raced in his chest as cold sweats over took his trembling body. He was in flight mode. He made a dangerous and possibly fatal move. Not watching where he was going he turned into a dead end and slammed into the brick wall. In a daze he fell onto his back. Laying there for a second, a second set of footsteps could be heard. The man quickly scrambled to his feet and faced his attacker. "P-please…..please….don't h-hurt me! I'll give you a-anything….p-please." The man pleaded. He started emptying his pockets. The attacker ts'ked. Why did they all assume he wanted money? In a second the attacker was right behind him. The man opened his mouth to scream but nothing came out. The attacker frowned having caused the man so much fear. Harshly, the attacker gripped the man's face pulling him to look him in the eyes. The man's eyes were full of fear. The attacker's face remained emotionless, his attention moving down to the neck. He twisted the man's neck at a painful angle. Slowly, the attacker licked his neck. The man shivered. The attacker frowned on the skin but smiled at the thought of what lay underneath. The precious life essence that kept him alive, so close. Letting his hunger control him, the attacker slowly pierced the neck with his fangs. The man gasped and shuddered. The attacker frowned, disgusted. Why did he always do this? He could feel tears prick his eyes. Somewhat satisfied, the attacker dropped the man to the ground. The man looked at him unmoving, his face contorted to the shape of pain and terror. Tears rolled down the attackers cheeks as he once again stared into those eyes. Walking quickly, the attacker walked away from the dead man. Tempted to look back, the attacker left the man in the ally, crying silently.

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In case you haven't figured it out yet, the rumors were true. Well, some of them. Romania was in fact a vampire. He wasn't gay though. That was just a cruel lie made up by children. Romania was a monster that lived by killing. He hated that so he tried to starve himself but the fear of dying stopped him. The fear of passing out and being taken to a hospital made him sink his fangs into the neck of his next meal. He hadn't eaten in a couple weeks and the incident at school had almost thrown him over the edge. All of the blood, the precious life source laid before a starving creature, a creature that bowed to temptation, a creature that couldn't control his unforgivable hunger. Romania laid in bed thinking about the same thing that had blessed him with many other restless nights.

Romania walked into school like the living dead. His midnight snack had not been as much as he needed and he knew if he wasn't careful he would snap. People glared at him, most likely because they had heard about what had a happened except twisted to make his sound like even more of a monster. He was tempted to flip them the bird but didn't give enough of a fuck at the moment. Heading to his locker, he noticed a rather large mass of notes attached to it. 'Vampire!' 'Leave us alone!' 'Leave the school and never come back!' 'Just kill yourself already' Wait, that one was new. Kill himself, no one had ever said that to him except yesterday. Taking a closer look, many had some the same message and some even had crude little drawings. Kill myself, Romania slapped himself. Had he actually just considered that? Well, if he did he wouldn't have to live the guilt anymore. No one would miss him. But, what about his parents….

His thoughts got interrupted by a hand on his shoulder. Flinching, he braced himself for a hit, the scene from yesterday coming to mind. "What are you doing?" Romania sighed as he realized it was just Hungary. "S-sorry! I thought you were one of the guys from yesterday" Romania weakly smiled. Hungary pouted "What's that suppose to mean?" "N-nothing!" Romania raised his hands defensively. Hungary pouted again and crossed her arms. Romania sighed "Is there any special reason you you're here" He really didn't feel like dealing with her insults at the moment. "Oh yeah!" Hungary brightened up "I have more questions for you!" She smiled innocently. "Like hell I'm answering your questions!" She knew enough already. "Awww! Don't need to be such a meany!" She pouted again. "Please just go! I'm really not in the mood to answer anything at the moment" He said as nicely as he could. "Come on! Just a few! Please! Please! Please!" She practically was on her knees. "I.." The bell interrupted Romania before he said something he knew he would regret. Happy for once to hear the bell, he ran to class.

The first couple classes were hell. It one class his chair fell apart when he sat on it. In another water was poured over his head when he walked in the door. Don't even mention the glares he received, heck even teachers glared! By the time lunch came, he was in a worse mood that that morning. Buying lunch because he'd been too tired to make one that morning, he sat down at his usual table away from everyone and close to the door. He could feel the glares boring holes in his back almost as if they expected something to happen. Cautiously, he took a bite of his lunch. It was pretty good. "Hey, vampire fag! What the hell do you think you're doing?" The guy from yesterday appeared from nowhere causing Romania to jump and choke. "W-what the hell!" Romania turned to glare at him. "Awww! What's the matter! We just came to apologize for yesterday!" he fake apologized. "Whatever, just go away" Romania spat. He really hated him. "Awww! That's not very nice" He faked being hurt. "Well. Enjoy your lunch" He retreated with his posy. They seemed to be laughing about something. "What the hell?" Romania looked confused and then looked to his lunch. Had they done something to it when he wasn't looking? Probably going to regret this later, Romania carefully picked up the sandwich and inspected it. It looked the same as before, he thought. Cautiously, he took a bite. It burned. Gagging, he spit out the bite as tears filled his eyes. Garlic. Those motherfuckers had put garlic in his sandwich. Still chocking he stumbled from his chair and ran out of the cafeteria. He could hear people laughing. 'Cruel' he thought 'Why were they so cruel' finally, he found a water fountain and tried desperately to wash the taste out of his mouth. He was sensitive to such food and they burned him. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he tried to stop the burning.

Exhausted, he sat on the floor next to the water fountain, where he continued to cry. 'Cruel…..cruel…..cruel' was the only word that came to mind. Again he considered killing himself and once again he slapped himself. He couldn't let them win.

He dared not move as he heard a door open and slam. "Damn bastard!" he recognized the voice immediately. He wanted to disappear. The owner of the voice, Lovino Vargas, stomped down the hallway muttering other curses under his breath. Then he spotted Romania. "Oi, bastard! What the hell are you doing?" Lovino crossed his arms as Romania stared up at him. He must have looked so pitiful, cheeked wet and red and eyes stained. "Oi, bastard, answer me." Lovino was never really patient. "….garlic" was the only thing Romania could say. "What the hell is that suppose to mean!" Lovino glared. "When I wasn't looking some jerk put garlic in my sandwich. I'm allergic." He looked at the floor. "Why the fuck would someone do that? Couldn't that kill you?" Lovino's harsh glare softened a little. "They think I'm a vampire" 'I am a vampire' Romania's eyes were glued to the floor. Lovino crouched down in front of him "So why the fuck would they do that? Not like you hurt anyone" Was Lovino, the guy who swore at everything and everything, trying to be nice to Romania. "I-I mean, fucking bastards shouldn't do that if you didn't do anything to them" Lovino blushed. "S-So what if you're are a vampire! Those bastards have no right…" "LOVI~! THERE YOU ARE~!" Antonio, the Spaniard who was basically attached to Lovino's hip, approached them. "Lovi~ I've been…" Then he noticed Romania "Lovi! Are you ok? Did he hurt you?" Antonio dragged Lovino away from Romania. "Oi, let go of me bastard! He didn't do anything!" Lovino squirmed in his grasp. "But Lovi! He's dangerous! He's a vampire!" Antonio's grip got slightly tighter. Lovino elbowed him "Bastard, let go" He finally got out of his grip. "Lovi!" "Oi, bastard! Do you even know him?" Lovino glared and crossed his arms. "N-no, not really.." "SO HOW THE FUCK CAN YOU SAY HES DANGEROUS!" Lovino yelled. "I'M FUCKING SICK OF PEOPLE JUST ASSUMING THINGS AND TREATING OTHERES LIKE SHIT!" 'He's right' Romania thought. For as long as he'd know Lovino, he had always avoided him. Who wouldn't avoid someone with that kind of temper? But now that he realized it, Romania never even talked to Lovino and just assumed he was a jerk, but Lovino was actually very nice (minus the swears). "Lovi! Come on." "No bastard! Don't even touch me" Antonio was trying to pull Lovino away. Romania slowly got up. "Hey….Lovino" The couple stopped and stared at him. "Thanks Lovino" and Romania walked away.

I had written this beautifully….then it got deleted. I almost cried and killed someone. I was so upset. It also doesn't help that I get into what I'm writing and personally feel the emotions so I was pissed off beyond belief. I had to rewrite all of it and it's not nearly as good as the first time I wrote it. Fuck my life. Well on a brighter note, this story got its first review (throws confetti) WOOT FOR YOU! THANK YOU Myrna Maeve FOR BEING THE FIRST REVIEWER! HAZAH!

Also someone pointed out to me I say "Aww!" a lot so yeah, why the hell is that important

Please review, it would help me feel better and compel me to continue writing!

Until next time~

~SpicyItalianRomano