Hello! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter I'm sorry it is a tad short! If you could be so kind and comment it would really help me in making the story better! Also I don't think I'm doing trigger warnings any more I feel like the story is going to be a bit too dark for me to warn you guys so I apologize about that! I do not own Hetalia or any of the characters! :D

Arthur

Arthur was sure to watch the vampire's lazy movements as he sipped on the blood of the innocent. He watched as the vampire's eyes grew a deeper,more hellish red with every small sip. A shudder went down Arthur's spine as he wondered about the vampire's victim. A memory of a boy with golden hair surfaced to Arthur's subconscious but he pushed the thoughts down. The ghosts of Arthur's past could wait until the matter at hand was settled. Besides Arthur decided that it would be a mistake to lose his guard with the vampire around.

"Are we assuming that were all sticking together?" Vladimir's voice was set in a high pitched quirky sort of tone. Arthur could hear Lukas draw in a frustrated sigh to his left. It was obvious that Lukas wasn't happy with playing mediator.

"Are you assuming that you can survive by yourself?" Lukas' voice was characteristically monotone and relaxed. It was as if he wasn't talking about bettering his chances of survival.

"I saved you guys. Not the other way around." The vampire motioned his hand carrying the vile over to Arthur, sloshing his liquid in the process."Besides I can't work with people who can't trust me. I wouldn't be able to let my guard down."

Arthur scoffed at the monster's words. Arthur considered himself one of the least threatening people in the room. The magician could feel Lukas' eyes boring into him forcing Arthur to take a glance towards his partner. Although Arthur didn't know Lukas for very long he did have a healthy respect for him; although Arthur wasn't sure how but Lukas seemed to know how to judge a person and what motives he or she would have. Several times he would guess which way the police would turn or just what lies to feed them. It didn't take long for Arthur to realize that Lukas was a man to be feared as well as a man to be trusted.

But still Arthur was a stubborn man and he couldn't find himself to swallow his pride.

"That's funny, I feel exactly the same." Arthur stood from his spot and crossed his arms over his chest. His temper was acting up and he knew that he was about to do something that was incredibly brave or horribly stupid. "Thank you for the help but I think I'll be just fine on my own."

With that Arthur left the tent without hearing any sort of response from the vampire or Lukas. His cheeks were a rather hot red color as he walked farther into the woods leaving Lukas behind. After his temper flared out Arthur felt a bit daft but didn't care to admit it to himself. On another hand Arthur felt a shimmer of sadness draw out into a heavy ache inside of his bones and manifested itself into his lungs so it was a challenge to breathe.

It's been many years since Peter Kirkland.

Far too many for Arthur to care to admit and every day seemed to weigh harder on the man. Somedays Arthur could remember the sounds of the boy's laughter or the way that they would argue for what seemed like ages. Arthur now wished that his life indeed had lasted for ages before the creatures of the night snuffed his life away. The man was so lost in thought he did not realize that the darkness of night faded slowly away into a new day.

Surrounded by the colors of dawn Arthur found himself unsure of his next steps in survival. He was lacking in any sort of food or shelter and that did pose as a rather large problem. After pondering his dilemma for a while Arthur decided that his best bet was to backtrack into the town a few miles back and gather a small amount of supplies that would last him into the next town over. Arthur clicked his tongue as he thought about the likability of being caught by the police force on his way to safety. With a scrunch of his nose Arthur began to concentrate focusing his light on an unnamed spell.

Slowly Arthur felt a change surge through him. He felt his hair burn in agony and his eyes go into a melting sort of sensation. His body ached as he grew taller and as he lost his lanky figure. When all of the pain subsided Arthur glanced at his hands now containing a dark facade. If Arthur was able he would of smiled as he became one with the shadows completely hidden from view. It seemed as though he would have no problem in hiding as he approached the town.

I hope you guys liked this chapter! I hope you guys aren't upset that I've been straining the boys relationship so much! I just honestly believe that they wouldn't get along at first and they would have to learn to like and respect each other. Please don't forget to review so I can try to alter my writing style! Thank you so much for reading!