=Note= Hiya! I decided to write another chapter and post it on the same day! I'm just feeling generous is all! I know ya'll might be a little confused about the whole concept (with last chapter's plot twist and all). It was sort of last minute and I waned to throw something unexpected in there. More intense chapters are quickly rolling in so hang on in there guys!

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia!

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British Butler

Chapter 7: My Butler, Meetings

Mmmm, Arthur moaned, shifting in his sleeping state.

He slowly opened his eyes only to be greeted by the darkness. The only light was the moonlit that danced its way through the curtains. Arthur blinked, allowing his eyes to adjust to the lighting before slowly sitting up in his bed…wait, his bed?

Looking in confusion, Arthur felt the sheets between his fingers. With a frown, he shifted the blankets, seeing that he was dressed in his night clothes as well.

Who the bloody hell did this? He asked himself in confusion.

"Ah, mon ami. You are awake~" a French accent raped the Brit's ears. Arthur growled in agitation, sharply turning towards the other, holding himself back with all of the will-power he possessed not to throw something at that French bastard.

Francis chuckled at Arthur's hard glare, brow raised in slight amusement. "You know, you should not wake up so unhappy my friend," he said. "Frowning leaves ugly forehead lines."

"How did you get in here?" Arthur asked, his voice shaking. "And how did I get in my nightclothes? Excuse my, my lord," he said the words bitterly. "But I sure hope you didn't cop a feel on my body or I'll-"

"Your threats are pointless," Francis waved t comment off, standing to his feet. "And I'm expecting more respect from you, my little English slave."

Arthur was about to snap before holding his tongue and staring at the other in suspension. "Why are you here exactly?" he questioned.

Francis chuckled, stopping in the middle of the room. He stared at Arthur with a sly grin on his face, one hand on his hip. The grin turned into a frown before the master stood up straight, a serious expression on his face.

"We need to go into town tomorrow," he stated. "I have business to attend to and I need you as a guard."

"I am a butler sir," Arthur said. "Nothing more and nothing less. Why don't you hire a body guard? If anything, with my resentment towards you, I'd allow someone to attack you."

"Your mouth, boy, will be the death of you," Francis growled. "And I am taking Alfred. So you'd have to come."

"What!?" Arthur snapped, jumping to his feet. "Now you're using him to force me to do stuff!? Look here-"

With a swift move, Francis grabbed the Brit by the neck, slamming him against the wall with all is force. Arthur's eyes went wide at the expression on the other's face. Francis' face was hard with anger, his perfect brows knitted together in a frown. His lips were and a hard, thin line and his eyes…Arthur blinked. His eyes were stone cold, but that's not what frightened Arthur. No. behind those cold, dark eyes were red.

Francis' eyes were red!

"What the hell-" Arthur choked out, grabbing the other's hands that were around his throat. Francis gave a toothy grin, chuckling under his breath.

"You are so cute when you're scared," he said. "Why is it that I have to use violence with you?"

"Your eyes-"

"This isn't about me," Francis cut him off, leaning closer to the other's ear. "Besides, you should have known from the start, Arthur. How else did you think I knew where you were when I captured you?"

"But Alfred-"

"Oui, he is my biological son," Francis said with a sigh. "By a human, none less. Do you want to know why I'm keeping you here as a slave?"

Arthur's green orbs met Francis' whose own eyes turned back into their natural color. "I would like to know," Arthur said. He already knew why.

"Not only was Victoria my son's mother," he growled. "She was why much more than that. What did you think you'd accomplish by killing her? The tribe you were with was as stupid as ever. Didn't you know it was dangerous to invade another's turf? Let alone hunt on the turf as well. Did you really expect me not to find you? And now I am stuck with a half-bred child without the love of my life."

"Boo, cry me a river you bloody sod!" Arthur snapped. "How was I supposed to know she was some sex slave?"

Francis growled, throwing Arthur across the room with all hi strength. Arthur cried out in pain once he flew threw the wall and down the three story mansion. Landing on the hard pavement, leaving a dent in the concrete, he panted, slowly opening his eyes. Blood began to roll down his forehead, seeping into his eyes and making it hard for him to see.

Francis jumped off of the balcony, landing next to the other and stomped his heel in Arthur's stomach. Arthur gasped, spitting out blood.

Francis grinned, grabbing the other by the throat and pulling him closer to himself.

"Like I said," Francis whispered in his ear. He slowly leaned in and kissed Arthur's neck, causing the other to shiver in disgust. Flicking his tongue out, Francis licked up the blood that flowed from the corner of Arthur's mouth. "I will teach you how to respect me."

Throwing him back onto the ground, the Frenchman turned on his heel and walked off. "We will be leaving in the morning," he called over his shoulder. "Please tend to your duties in the morning before we're off."

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"I perform in a couple of days," Alfred said.

Arthur jumped slightly, looking over only to see a smiling Alfred. The boy looked like he was excited enough. Arthur chuckled, shaking his head and reaching over and patted the boy's head.

"I see you are excited," he said with a chuckle. "Aren't you nervous?"

Alfred gave a hesitant smile, nodding his head sheepishly. "I guess a little," he mumbled.

"Hey there now, there's absolutely nothing wrong with being nervous," Arthur said. "I assure you, young master that I myself get nervous sometimes."

"You do?" Alfred's eyes widened. "And here I am trying to be brave like you."

Arthur's eyes widened a blush painting across his cheeks. Alfred was trying to be like him?

"I never said I was afraid," Arthur huffed. "I'm no coward."

"Oh," Alfred said with a small scowl. "Arthur, why is papa riding in a different carriage?"

So he's noticed…

"Because your father's handling business," so he says, "He wants me to take you around town a little. To see the sights."

"That sounds fun!" Alfred chirped. "Can we go to the bakery?"

"I don't mind it," Arthur said with a shrug, leaning towards the front of the carriage. "My good fellow, we are headed to the bakery for young master."

"Yes sir," the driver nodded before he stirred the carriage on the correct route.

Arthur leaned back, looking out of the window. So, Francis was his kind? How come he never noticed it before?

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A small bell chimed as someone entered the shop. A female with long, burgundy hair stopped what she was doing, looking over to see who enter the shop. Her brows knitted together at seeing the French man entering, strutting like he owned the place.

Stepping off the stool she was standing on, she held her book close to her chest. "May I help you?" she asked in a thick Danish accent. Her navy blue eyes glared at him.

"Oui, you may," he said with a smirk. "I am here to see Matthias Kohler."

The woman's eyes widened. "W-What?" she asked. "How did you-"

"Do not worry, mon cheri," Francis said. "A good friend told me about him. He simply told me to visit around dawn but I cannot wait any long, you see."

The woman bit her lip in worry, looking around the shop.

"How would I know you're telling the truth?"

"Do you need me to prove it to you?" Francis asked. In a blink of an eye, he was behind the woman. "Or do you need some convincing?" He nuzzled his nose lightly over the crook of her neck, his breath dancing on her skin.

The woman shivered in delight, breathing heavily at the closeness. "I-"

"Mon cheri," Francis purred, slowly binding her over the counter. The woman panted, shaking slightly. "As you can see, I am your kind. So that means I have permission to see him, non?"

"I-"

"Emma," The woman froze her navy eyes wide. She pushed Francis off quickly turning towards the person who called her name. In the doorway stood a tall male with blonde spiky hair. His eyes were a crystal blue color, skin pale. He leaned on the door, a small smirk on his face. "Hvad er det? at være en tøs er vi?" he asked with a grin.

The woman quickly shook his head. "N-Nej!" she quickly said. " Han kom til mig Matthias! Jeg var just-"

"Nok," Matthias said with a sigh, pushing himself off of the door. " Afskedige dig fra min tilstedeværelse."

Emma nodded, giving Francis a cod glare then walked out of the room. Matthias' eyes never left her until she was completely gone. "Geez, women," he said with a sigh.

Francis chuckled. "I see what you mean," he agreed. "You are Matthias I assume?"

"And you must be Francis?" Matthias said with a grin, holding out his hand. "Gilbert told me all about you. He said that you ad business with me and the guys?"

"Oui, I do," Francis said with a firm nod. "It's a job that I can't d on my own."

"Oh, I see," Matthias' eyes held understanding. He waved the other over with the flick of his wrist, heading off to the back of the shop. "Follow me then. We need to drag the other guys in this one. It's a good thing we didn't hold this meeting at the club."

Francis followed with an determined scowl on his face.

He looked around to see that there were different doors in the narrow hallways. What they lead to, Francis never knew and he honestly didn't want to find out. Hanging on a far wall was a huge axe. Francis eyes widened at this, staring at the back of the taller vampire that was leading the way. He was almost certain that that thing was his.

"Well, here we are," Matthias said, standing in front of a large wooden door. He turned to the Frenchman with a serious expression. "Be warned, these guys are all about their business. And so am I. If you came here for some bullshit, you might as well get ready to run because that axe will be shoved so far up your ass-"

"It is important," Francis cut him off with impatience. "I only have a little time before my butler come looking for me."

The Dane nodded, turning and pushed the door open.

Entering, Francs froze under the gaze of the occupants.

The red head, Emma, was there along with four other males. They all had blonde hair, in various shades as well as eyes except for on whom was lavender. One sat in a corner, book in hand and with a small curl that seemed to defy gravity. He looked pretty bored, only glancing up at Francis then continued with what he was doing. And other, with platinum hair, sat beside him, looking at the other with a blank expression also.

There was a tall male with short hair sitting on a long couch in the middle of the room, searching through what looked like maps. With the burst of the door, he looked up, icy blue eyes capturing Francis with intimidation. Another male with slightly longer hair than the other greeted Francis with a smile, nodding in acknowledgement before continuing with his work.

"Hey guys," the Dane said. "This is the guy Gil was telling us about."

All of them looked Francis over with different expression. The one with the curl let out a sigh, looking down at his book once again.

"Why did you bring a human here?" his smooth voice asked, cutting the thick air.

"Ah-"

"I am not human, thank you very much," Francis spoke up. Everyone looked t him with raised brows.

"Oh, that's believable," the nice looking one said.

"'ow so?" the tall one asked.

"Can't you smell his scent?" the other said. "He has no human scent. If he did, he would not have been still standing there."

"Why exactly are you here?" the youngest asked. "We have no time-"

"It is of none of your concern, Emil," the Norwegian said, snapping his book shut. "Why don't you leave?"

"What!? Why!?"

"Sorry little guy! This is a big boy's meeting, okay?" Matthias said with a wide grin.

"I agree," the nice one said.

"'o do I," the intimidating one agreed with a firm head shake.

The youngest huffed, storming out of the room. "You know, I'm not a baby anymore!" he snapped before leaving.

"He's such a drama queen," Matthias said with a sigh. "So, let's get down to business!"

"Right," Francis said, stepping up. All eyes were on him now, curiosity on all of their faces. Francis bowed his head, before slowly lifting his head, eyes glowing red as he smirked. "I have a job for you. It involves getting rid of a certain someone."

=Note= And that's that! I wanted to leave it there so that I can start planning what happens next. Yes, Francis is a vampire to. Always have been. So that Makes Alfred a half-bred which he doesn't want to be stuck with. He go his revenge on Arthur by enslaving him and killing most of the people in his tribe. So, if you're confused...sorry dudes! Really!

Anyways, I hope you all like this one. Is that FRUK i see...no, not really! Sorry guys. It was a little towards the beginning but it was completely one-sided with not type of passion at all. I just like writing little stuff like that just for fun...and to mess with England!

Translations= Danish=

Hvad er det? at være en tøs er vi= What's this? being a slut are we?

N-Nej= N-No!

Han kom til mig Matthias! Jeg var just= He was coming on to me Matthias! I was just-

Nok- Enough

Afskedige dig fra min tilstedeværelse= Dismiss yourself from my presence.

That's straight from google translate so if it isn't right, my Danish friends, I'm sorry dudes! And also, Emma is an OC of mines. She's the city of Copenhagen in future stories I will write, just so ya'll know. She won't be in this story much though.