=Note= So here's the next chapter! Sorry it took so long to upload. Just moved into my new place and starting the college life…yay! Wish me luck!
Disclimer: I don't own Hetalia
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British Butler
Chapter 11: My Butler vs. the King of the Night
Arthur growled as the other blonde cackled. He gripped at the blasted axe that pinned him to the wall. Gritting his teeth, he grunted as he tried his best the detach himself.
"There's no use," Matthias said with a grin. "Only I can remove my axe and no one else. That comes in handy when trying to kill prey."
"What do you want from us?" Arthur questioned, green orbs glaring. "I'm pretty sure I've never met you in my bloody life! What could we have possibly done to you?"
"Well," Matthias said, tapping his finger on his chin as if in thought. "We were hired by some French guy with girly hair. He wanted us to kill you and take the kid and burn this place down or whatever. Whatever you two got going is none of my business. I'm just here to get the job done."
Francis! Arthur snapped in his mind. Once I get my hands on that bloody fool I drain him of his life and set his body aflame!
"But enough of that," Matthias said, stepping up to the Brit. Arthur's eyes widened as he tried to pull himself free once again. Matthias cackled, snatching the axe away and swung it forcefully. Arthur gasped; quickly ducking at the blade tore through the wall.
Bloody hell! That could have been my face! Arthur thought as he dodged another aggressive swing. Matthias swung the axe like it was another part of his arm. Arthur back flipped out of the way, drawing his own weapon of choice. Matthias grunted, swinging his axe at Arthur once again. Arthur blocked the attack with his small knife, blade grinding against blade that causes a small spark.
"You've got to be kidding me!" Matthias laughed. "What the hell with a butter knife do you stupid Brit?"
Arthur grinned smugly. "You'd be surprised," he purred before flicking his wrist. Twisting his knife in an angle, Arthur threw Matthias' balance off, the axe being stuck in the floor. Matthias growled in irritation, trying hard to pull the axe from the floorboards. Arthur jumped up, delivering a roundhouse kick to the other man's face that sent him flying on the opposite end of the room.
Matthias growled, quickly gaining his feet and charged at Arthur. Arthur side-stepped, blocking a hit. Catching the other's hand into his own, Arthur twisted the Dane's wrist and hit him in the face.
Matthias hissed in pain, holding his face and kneeling slightly on one knee. Arthur quickly looked around, eyes landing on something silver. My tray! He said to himself. Time to see if carrying around pays off!
He grinned to himself as he charged towards his next weapon of choice, that is, until Matthias chunked his axe at the other. Arthur yelled out in pain, falling face-first onto the ground. His eyes were widened in shock, mouth slight gapped. In the corner of his eye he could see a river of blood spilling onto the white marble floor. He pain in his back was like none other, tears slightly wailing in his eyes.
If he was human, he would surely be dead by now.
"Che, you thought you had me down," Matthias panted with a grin. "Some much for that! You can't beat me even if you tried." Arthur heard footsteps approaching him. Arthur groaned, yelling out when the blade was violently snatched from his back. Coughing slightly, Arthur turned over, his wound already beginning to heal. A smiled at the Dane, making the other frown up.
"That's what you think," Arthur said before kicking the other between his legs. Matthias howled in pain, falling to his knees. Arthur kicked him in the face, a crack splitting the air. Arthur got on his feet, sprinting down the halls.
"Alfred!" he called out.
"Times running out," Oliver said with a smirk.
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Kiku stared at the figure that sat on the windowsill. His smile was wide on his otherwise child-like face. An aura of cockiness surrounded him as he stood there, dark eyes cast down on the blonde.
"What the hell is this?" Lukas said n annoyance.
"Now I can't have you killing my friend," the young man said with a cute smile. "That wouldn't be good! Whose breasts would I claim?"
"Wait, I know you!" Kiku said in surprise. "You're that strange kid that works in the market."
"It's not nice to call people strange," the boy said with a pout, and then a wide smile overtook his face. "I saved you after all, da-ze! Don't I get a reward?"
Before Kiku could answer, Lukas flashed in front of the young Korean, kicking him with all his strength. Yong Soo flew, landing swiftly in front of Kiku. Kiku's eyes widened at the sight before him. The young man seemed to have what looked like fangs.
"You should get out of here," Yong Soo mumbled. "I'll hold him back while you escape."
Kiku looked at the boy then at his bow that wasn't lying too far away. A look a determination crossed is face as he quickly dove for it. Ending up on Yong Soo's side, Kiku pointed the thing at Lukas whose eyes were wider than saucers.
"I'll help," he said. "Mostly because this one's strong."
"I'm not weak," Yong Soo whined. "I can handle him. Geez, you humans are so annoying!"
A stream of fire shot at them. Yong Soo quickly grasped Kiku, jumping in the air. Another stream followed them at Yong Soo quickly jumped from one pillar to another. Not having a chance to lad gracefully, Yong Soo hissed when the flame liked his skin, singing the exposed flesh.
Lukas stood on the ground, lips puckered as he blew the flames at the two. He really didn't want to use his ability mostly because he figured that taking the kid would have been smooth sailing.
The entire hall was set up in flames. Pictures on the walls fell victim to the fire as well as the pillars and plants. It didn't take much time before the entire hall was filled with the thick smoke.
Kiku began to cough harshly, covering his nose with his sleeve. Yong Soo squinted through it, trying to find the blonde that had caused this. He winced when Kiku fell to the ground, coughing madly. His wounds were still bleeding and Yong Soo could tell that the other was starting to become really weak.
"Japanese kid!" he called out to the other. Before he could reach Kiku, a sharp pain raced through his body. Hissing, Yong Soo slowly turned around. He gasped once he saw Lukas standing over him, a rather long sword in his hand. Polishing the metal with an essence the Korean wasn't aware of; Lukas glared down at him with cold eyes.
"This is where I end you," he coldly said. "It was nice that you managed to distract me while saving your friend."
Raising the sword up, Lukas approached Yong Soo who was paralyzed by fear. Kiku weakly looked over at the two with his teeth gritted, blood running down the side of his face. He slowly reached of his bow. Sitting up the best that he could, Kiku loaded his bow with a silver arrow.
The best way to kill a vampire, is through the heart…
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"Wait, what on earth is that?" Roderick asked. Elizeveta and Feliciano turned towards the Austrian in curiosity. He was looking in the direction of the east wing of the mansion where thick smoke was seeping from. Feliciano's eyes widened slightly, a panicked look on his face.
"Oh no! someone's caught the mansion on fire!" Elizeveta said. "I sure hope that everyone's alright!"
"Could it have been that strange young man from earlier? You know, the one with the crazy hair?" Roderick asked.
Feliciano shifted uncomfortable, trying to find some way to tell the two to keep moving without sounding rude. He could smell another one of those scary guys and they were close.
"Uh, guys-"
"Oh, hello there~" a sweet tone greeted the three. Feliciano tensed, eyes wide. He slowly turned only to be greeted with a foot to his face.
Yelled as he flew across the room, Feliciano hit the opposite wall, slowly crumpling into a heap on the floor. Elizeveta cried out, being roughly held back by a smiling blonde. Roderick tried to come to her aid but was roughly pinned to the wall by a taller male with an intimidating glare.
Feliciano shakily stood up, glaring darkly at the other. "Leave them alone!" he growled. "It's me you want!"
"I'm pretty sure you are," Tino said with a soft smile. "But we can't have any survivors. Sorry to say."
"What kind of sick joke is this!?" Roderick snapped. "I'll have you know that I am well trained in combat!"
Berwald glared at the other with hard lips. He slowly looked over at Feliciano who was breath quite hard.
"Do you want to take him or me?" Berwald asked his partner.
"Oh, go ahead! I'll handle these two," Tino said with a nod.
Berwald grunted, tossing Roderick roughly to the side close to Elizeveta. "Roderick!" she cried out, breaking free from the Finnish man and kneeling close to her lover. He gasped, holding his neck as he glared at Berwald whose back was turned to him.
"No! Leave him alone!" Elizeveta cried out, tears rolling down his face. Tino sweetly smiled at her, a gleam in his red eyes.
Feliciano growled, standing in an attack position. Letting out a war cry, he charged at Berwald. Berwald swiftly caught the brunette's fist, roughly throwing him to the ground and stepped on his ribs. Feliciano whimpered, crying out in pain when Berwald dug his heel deep into his ribs, crushing them.
"No! Feliciano!" Elizeveta cried. Roderick stood up, pushing his glasses up his nose in determination. Tino sighed, shaking his head slowly.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," he said.
"Get your stupid, blood sucking hands off of my little brother, bastards!"
Berwald looked up only to grunt as something impact him hard on the side. A giant wolf snarled, snapping at the other and trying its best to maul the man. Elizeveta screamed while Roderick eyes went at wide as saucers.
"Berwald!" Tino called out as he let Elizeveta go. She stood frozen in her spot, not believing hat she was seeing. That wolf was huge! Not to mention that it was talking!
Tino ran over to his fallen partner. "Berwald, are you okay?" he asked, worry in hi tone. Berwald groaned, turning over and glared at the other. A shiver went up Tino's spine but he swallowed thickly and stood up. He turned to the wolf with a glare, red eyes sharp. "What have you done? You could have killed him!"
"And he tried to kill my brother!" the wolf snapped. "Feliciano you stupid bastard! Why haven't you transformed!?"
"I didn't want to startle the others," Feliciano whimpered. "Sorry fretello."
Lovino looked over at Elizeveta and Roderick who were staring at him with gaped mouths. "What? Haven't seen a large dog before?"
Before they could reply, Tino tackled Lovino.
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"Alfred!" Arthur called as he turned the corner. He panted, stopping in his tracks and looked around, panicked. He hasn't heard a peep in the hallways which was kind of eerie. Arthur scowled, running down the hallway only to be greeted it a this aura of smoke.
The east wing! He said to himself. Bloody hell, Alfred!
"Not so fast you thick eye browed bastard!"
Arthur quickly slammed himself on the wall as the axe swished by. Arthur's breathing became rugged as the blade was close to his face. It grazed his cheekbone, leaving a small scratch that was somehow bleeding thickly.
He rolled over as Matthias charged at him, grabbing a nearby sword that was, luckily, hanging on the wall. He snatched it, blocking the blade of Matthias axe smoothly. Matthias growled, pushing Arthur roughly back, hitting the round. Arthur grunted on impact, rolling out of the way when Matthias tried to stomp his heel into his stomach.
With is speed, Arthur swung at Matthias who caught his fist. With a large grin, Matthias rammed his knee in Arthur's stomach, causing the Brit to gasp. Taking the handle of his axe, Matthias hit Arthur in the face with it, causing the other to fall harshly to the ground.
"That was a cheap move back there, brows," he panted with a cocky smile, wiping the blood off of the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. "But I must ay, you are really good. Maybe I should spare you and make you my slave?"
"Fuck off you bloody fool!" Arthur hissed. "You come anywhere near me and I'll-"
At the end of the hallway an explosion erupted. Arthur covered his face as debris flew by. Matthias shield his face as the heavy wind from the explosion swept by. Two rather large wolves appeared out of the mist of the smoke, one leading while the other had two other people on his back.
"Run you perfectionist bastard!" one of them called out.
"Lovino?" Arthur questioned.
"Vee~ Run for your lives! There's a scary man chasing after us and he wants to kill us!" the red furred wolf cried.
Before Arthur could reply, a streak of lightning came his way. He and Matthias both jumped out of the way. The lighting streak struck the wall, causing another rather large explosion to erupt.
"Damn it Tino! Don't kill me!" Matthias practically whined.
Tino slowly emerged from the smoke, a hard look on his face. "My apologies, Matthias," he said, staring at Arthur. "You're not done with him yet?"
"Nah, he's actually good," Matthias said with a shrug. "Besides, I could mop the floor with him if I wanted to."
Tino look over at Arthur again who was looking at the both of them rather tense.
"Oh my, such huge eyebrow!" Tino exclaimed. "Do you think he can do anything special with them?"
"You know what? I have no idea! I wonder if that could happen!"
"You bloody sods! I'm right here!" Arthur snapped, a vein bursting.
"Oh, who can miss ya? You know, with you eyebrows and stuff."
"You fucking-"
"Oi, Tiino. Don't you have a couple mutts and humans to kill?" Matthias passively asked, cutting Arthur off who was now fuming.
"Oh, yes," Tino said with a pleasant smile "Come on Berwald!"
Berwald grunted, following after his partner.
Matthias grin then faced Arthur. "I think it's about time I finish you off," he said, holding his axe up and slowly making his way to Arthur.
"Not if I have anything to do with it."
=Note= Sorry it took so long to update this! I have a lot on my plate now. I just moved to my apartment and I'll a hot mess right now so…gomennasai ! I hope you all liked this chapter!