NEXT UPDATE! YEAH! Okay, so the next few chapters are going to be explanation chapters, I have a LOT to explain but then we'll get into more action and whump and stuff so bear with me and I'll try to add a lot of fluff to make it enjoyable. No one told me they wanted Spamano so I'm making Sprance canon in this. Onwards!

Needless to say, although it was very close, Gilbert won the race. The sun had just set and the streets were still fairly busy so the duo waited atop an office building (the very same one they had talked upon the previous night) until everything cleared out.

"Eh..Gil?" Something had just occurred to Matthew. "Surely people are starting to notice the bodies….are you safe? Are the police on the look out for a sadistic murderer or that type of thing?"

"Kesesese, sadistic murder? Gee, zanks Birdie." The vampire rolled his eyes before continuing. "Nien, they think the bite marks are injection points and it's this new drug people are overdosing on. Apparently an overdose can cause your blood to evaporate or somezing, I don't even zink zats possible but humans will do anyzing to explain the unexplainable."

Matthew laughed at the ignorance of the general human population. "Woow."

"You can say zat again."

The Canadian giggled and a light blush colored his cheeks. He looked down at his shoes his tail swishing from side to side.

"Vhat? Vhat is it?" Gilbert questioned, looking around to see if he had missed something humorous down on the street.

"You're accent is adorable. The way you say 'Ws' as 'Vs' and 'Ts' as 'Zs' "

If the vampire had had the capacity to blush he would have.

"D-danke…"

The Canadian smiled, his violet eyes starting to glow in the fading light. The roads near that particular part of town had cleared and the only people walking along the cracked sidewalks were the shady kind that you did not want to meet in a dark alleyway.

"Zats my cue!" Gilbert said giving a fake half smile and a salute before scrambling off the building and beginning his hunt.

Although all of Matthew's common sense screamed that he should look away the neko looked curiously down at the silver haired figure stalking some unsuspecting person below. With his keen eyesight Matthew could see Gilbert pretty clearly, although he wasn't sure that was a good thing. Though, he had to admit Gilbert looked almost beautiful when he hunted, he was crouched low against a wall, his ruby gaze fixed on one person, this one was African American with an oversized hoodie and a cigarette clenched tightly in his teeth. The vampire moved swiftly along the graffitied brick (wall) feet barely touching the ground and then when he got close enough he pounced. If Matthew was human all he would've been able to see was a silver flash, but instead he got to see it in slow motion. The neko wondered if he was that fluid in his movements when he pounced on something. The vampire had kicked off the ground bringing his knees up to chest, fangs bared and arms outstretched. He landed hard on the man's back and before the man had time to scream bit into his neck.

Gilbert covered the man's mouth with his hand stifling any screams the man may try to make. Matthew really should have turned away, the whole thing was rather unnerving but he couldn't pry his eyes off of the albino figure crouched in the street. Finally, Gilbert cast the body away and started the whole process over again. This time it was a brunette woman with smeared mascara who was clutching tightly to a bottle of alcohol. He repeated the process two more times before sloppily hiding the bodies in different places around the area. Wiping his mouth on the back of his hand he scaled the building again and sat next to Matthew looking disgusted with himself.

"Please tell me you veren't vatching." He sighed.

"Sorry…" Matthew said dropping his glowing gaze to study the cement rooftop.

Gilbert looked down. "I vas wrong back zhere, I am a monster."

"No!" The Prussian was surprised by the ferocity in the Canadian's usually quiet voice. "No, never believe that. Gil, you can't help it, and, and, you're just not a monster" He paused for a moment and added, "You can't be."

Gilbert leaned back and was about to ask why that was when he heard a loud yowl, a hiss, and felt a scratch on his arm. He turned to see Matthew with his ears pinned to his head.

"Get...off..my...tail." He hissed.

"Es tut mir leid!" (I'm sorry.) Gilbert jumped off the Canadian's tail, looking at his arm and trying to find the place where Matthew had scratched him, but the wound had already closed.

Matthew's tail was puffed up and he took deep breaths trying to calm himself. "Désolé!" (sorry) he whispered. "My tail is sensitive."

"I'll keep zat in mind." Gilbert muttered to himself pervishly.

"E-eh?" The Canadian stuttered, his cheeks turning a lovely shade of pink.

"N-nozhing!" God if Gilbert could blush he would be beet red right now.

Matthew smiled, knowing full well what the German had meant. "We should be getting back to the cave." He said quickly changing the subject.

Gilbert nodded and they both hopped lightly off the building and ran towards the woods.

"Wait!" Matthew commanded once they had neared the opening of the cave.

The albino turned, an eyebrow cocked expectantly. Hesitantly Matthew moved forward until mere inches of empty space separated him and Gilbert.

"You're not a monster Gil. And to prove it, I'm going to do something I've n-never done with anyone." The neko stood on his tiptoes, his tail thrashing behind him and placed a quick kiss on the vampire's pale lips.

Now that's three times Gilbert would have blushed if he could. His still heart actually hurt when Matthew pulled away and oh how he wanted to pull that Canadian closer and pull some Francis move on him, but he restrained himself and grinned showing off his glinting fangs. Suddenly a childish longing came over him and instead of wanting to channel his inner Frenchman he wished for something far more innocent;

"H-hey Birdie?"

"Y-yes?" Matthew whispered.

"Before your bruder stakes me for kissing you-"

"Technically I kissed you but continue.."

"Can I hug you?" God it sounded even more childish out loud.

Flushing, Matthew nodded mutely and closed the gap between them once more but this time instead of kissing they both just held each other, Gilbert listening to the rhythmic sound of his Birdie's heartbeat and realizing he wouldn't know what to do if it ever stopped.

"It's odd." Matthew whispered

"Vhat's odd?" Gilbert whispered back.

"Just the fact that, it's silly but when I'm this close to someone I usually try to find their heartbeat, calms me down or something stupid but you don't have one."

Gilbert pulled away looking somewhat sad. "Ja, not anymore…."

"Maple, I just killed the mood." Matthew silently cursed at himself.

"Ja, just a little but zats okay, ve needed to get back to ze others anyvays, it's almost light."

Side by side they walked into the cave, everyone was still sitting in a little semi-circle chatting quietly to each other.

"So why have you two amoureux stayed out so late?" (amoureux-lovers) Francis laughed, a pervy gleam in his eye.

Gilbert grinned and winked, provoking a snarl of outrage from Alfred and another 'honhonhon' from the Frenchman.

"What? I don't get it!" Antonio complained looking around in confusion.

"Francis, why don't you 'explain' it to our poor Spaniard." The albino said with another suggestive wink.

Francis's eyes lit up and he dragged a confused Antonio to one of the more shady parts of the cave. Gilbert sat down with a satisfied smirk and was immediately pounced on by Alfred who socked him right in the jaw.

"How dare you do that to my brother!?"

"Relax, I didn't! I vas messing around vith Franny and Toni." Gilbert reassured.

That seemed to calm the seething American a bit but he still was shooting daggers at the Prussian.

"So vhat did ve miss?" Gilbert asked looking at the rest of the group.

"Um, werr, we were just discussing our different 'abnormarities' as your brother puts it." Kiku said. "Umm, Girbert-san? You've got a rittre…." He trailed off tapping his cheek.

Gilbert looked mortified and quickly wiped his mouth with his hand again. "Birdie! Vhy didn't you tell me!?"

"I didn't notice." The Canadian answered truthfully.

The vampire looked down at his feet, wishing all the eyes that were currently fixed on him would go away, especially his brother's, who was looking at him like he was something that had just crawled out of the sewer. Finally they decided to get back on the topic of 'abnormalities

"So Kiku, you heard mine, what can you do?" Alfred said.

"Werr, I'm a Kitsune. It's this type of magic fox that can shift forms from human to fox at wirr. We can also take possession of someone, arthough I haven't tried that out myserf. It's said that when possessed by a Kitsune the host wirr show symptoms of fever but..again I can't say for sure. We arso carry around this gem thing that's rike the source of our power, if someone takes it away from me for too rong I'rr die." Kiku glanced fearfully at Ludwig as if afraid he might have given something away but then pulled a smooth, white, slightly glowing orb out of his pocket. Everyone gasped as it floated out of Kiku's gasp and rested on his head.

"It does that." The Kitsune laughed.

"How 'bout you Artie?" Alfred turned to the Brit.

"It's Arthur, not 'Artie' git." Arthur snarled but took a deep breath and continued. "I'm a mage obviously. I specialize more in healing magic but I'm pretty good at fire spells if I do say so myself." As if to prove this the mage closed his eyes and whispered something;

'Flamma ignis, et in aere amet!' (Flames ignite and dance in the air.) Flames shot out of his fingertips and encircled Arthur's head like a glowing red halo before sputtering out. Everyone (except Ludwig, who was looking very uncomfortable with the situation) clapped and looked very impressed.

Everyone then turned to Gilbert but realized his abnormality was very obvious and he probably didn't want to talk about it. So they turned to Matthew instead, whose violet eyes were still glowing although weak sunlight had started to filter in the cave. Quietly Matthew told them everything, leaving out a few parts such as 'Ivan killed me a few months ago.'

Soon after he had finished Francis and Antonio came back with mussed up hair and goofy grins on their faces.

"Kesesese! You guys have fun?" Gilbert laughed at their appearance and he wasn't alone everyone was having a hard time hiding chuckles.

Antonio looked like he was on cloud nine and nodded, unable to speak coherently.

"We'll continue this at home amour." (love) Francis whispered in the Spaniard's ear.

Ludwig's face was dusted pink and he tried to speak in his usual authoritative tone but stuttered. "A-ah, you can't! Y-you really zink zey don't have your home under surveillance? All of you, if you go home now you'll all be be putting your families in danger." He looked at Gilbert as if to silently add. 'If you value mothers life you'll listen to me.'

Everyone shifted uncomfortably, it looked like they were stuck there.

Ivan and Natalya dragged themselves to what looked like a rundown warehouse, swiping special cards in a slot where a door handle should have been. The door slid open and they both limped into a bustling room. This was the Hunters Hive or just the 'Hive' for short. It was where all the hunters in the area gathered to repair, buy, or make weapons, discuss hunting tips, research the 'abnormals' or get assignments from their various bosses. Natalya and Ivan's boss wouldn't be to happy to hear of their failure.

Natalya tried to dust herself off as best she could and Ivan adjusted his scarf before knocking on the heavy steel door of their boss and stepping in to his pristine office. As soon as they were through the threshold a small figure crept from the shadows to listen at the crack between the door and the floor.

"YOU WHAT!?" A gruff voice shouted from inside.

"I SHOULD'VE KNOWN YOU WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO PULL THIS OFF, NOT IF BEILSCHMIDT'S BROTHER WAS INVOLVED! THAT BOY IS TOO SOFT ON THAT MONSTER." Something crashed from inside and the figure listening at the door figured that the boss had smashed one of his empty whisky bottles on the carpet.

Ivan tried to stutter something about catching them soon but the boss wasn't having it. "I'm assigning a new member to your team." He said in a soft, dangerous tone. "One of those Italian brothers."

"Not Felicano da? Please, he's useless!" The Russian boy pleaded.

"No, the other one. Lovino. That boy is like a bloodhound, if the Abnormals are as injured as you say they wouldn't have gone far, he'll be able to sniff them out"

The figure at the door had to stifle a gasp. The boss was right, his fratello would be able to find Luddy and the others quickly. Moving away from the door just as it opened the boy had one thought;

'I-a have to warn-a Luddy!'

Bye guys! I'm off to HS tomorrow so I probably won't update for quite awhile but I'll try my best!