=Note= I have not forgotten about this story! I will not waste time by giving excuses, but if I had any, I'd say I have culinary school on my shoulders on top of work. And guess what? I only have a couple of months before I go on my externship and graduate! Yay! Then I'll go back to school to become a creative writer. Ah life, being a grown up is hard, lol!

Anyways, as far as this story goes I have a couple more chapters before the end of book one. I'm thinking the next one will be time-skipped to where Alfred's older and I have a valid reason for that. I came up with this awesome idea for the next story. I have a feeling it'll be waaaay better than this one. I won't disappoint you guys!

Guess who's going trick-or-treating! Yeah, not me. I work like all of the time. I swear I have no social life now days. Boo.

Okay, on with the story!

Disclaimer: I so don't own Hetalia….

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British Butler

Chapter 13: My Butler, Help Me!

In a far distance on a hill, a certain blonde man watched as the growing flames devoured his home like a hungry beast. The thick smoke made the already darkened sky seem as if it was a endless, black hole with the choking smell of smoke on the country side.

A small grin tugged at the corner of his lips, a sadistic gleam in his eyes. The chilled air whipped through his hair as the ashes danced down from the sky, replacing the white snow.

"I must say," he began, "You suggested the right guys, Gilbert."

"What can I say?" Gilbert replied, waving his hand nonchalantly. "I am awesome. And the awesome me will suggest awesome help, even though they are not as awesome as me, kesesese~"

Francis chuckled, turning towards his friend, red eyes slightly glowing. "Ah~ There you are!"

Emil panted as he put Alfred down on his feet. Alfred looked scared, so scared to where he was speechless. He wanted to call out to Arthur, but the threat the platinum blonde teen gave him after holding him captive kept him from crying out to the man that actually cared for him. The man before him didn't.

"Alfred! Aren't you glad to see your dear papa?" Francis asked with an air of mock giddiness around him. Alfred glared. He knew what the man before him was. Arthur told him everything. The man before him killed his butler's family and enslaved him for years. For centuries. He also knew the man before him didn't want anything to do with him.

Francis' fake smile turned into a cold scowl of irritation. Gilbert chuckled in the background which annoyed the older blonde even more.

"Alfred," Francis pressed. "Aren't you glad to see your papa?" he asked again with a pressed smile.

"No!" Alfred said. "You're not my dad! Arthur is! He loves me! You hate me!"

Francis' face darkened. He walked over towards Emil and Alfred. He paused in front of the two, giving Alfred a calculating glare.

"I am no longer in need of your service," he quietly said. Before Emil could reply, Francis reached out, snatching the teen's head harshly off of his shoulders. Blood squirted everywhere, causing Alfred to scream in fear.

Francis' eyes never left the boy as he slammed the head on the ground, slamming his foot down and causing it to explode like a crushed watermelon. Blood splattered on Francis' face yet his gaze never left Alfred.

"Very well," he said in a shaky voice. "I'll have to remind you who your real father is. Gilbert?"

"I'm done for now," the albino said, holding his hands up. "You paid me for my service once. I don't do anything for free. You're on your own." With his signature laugh, the albino vampire disappeared into the woods behind him.

Francis growled in frustration, snatching Alfred by the arm.

"Let me go!" Alfred cried, trying to escape.

"We have to go now," Francis said. "We have a boat to catch, my son."

And with that, Francis took the screaming Alfred.

"Arthur! Help me!" Alfred screamed, his little cries echoing.

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Arthur! Help me!

Arthur! Help me

Arthur! Help me!

That's what everyone heard. The Italian twins raised their heads up at the cry, already done with ridding of the vampires. Elizeveta and Roderich looked around.

Im Yong Soo paused in his steps as he carried Kiku through the woods from the burning house, a scowl crawling onto his face.

Arthur looked around as the voice entered his ears. Something in him snapped. Those cries awakened something that Arthur didn't want to wake up. His true nature.

"Young master?" he softly asked.

Alfred?

"Well, well," Matthias said. "It seems like your boss finally got the brat. It's time to finish you off."

Arthur felt his body shake. He felt his heart burn, as if it was trying to beat again. He felt flames inside of him burn, causing him to roar with anger. James gasped, crawling away from him. Matthias, caught off guard by the outburst, stumbled back.

Arthur's eyes were a very vivid blood red color. His teeth were sharper and there was a power in him that made even Matthias intimidated. He shakily stood up, fists clutched.

"James," Arthur said in a dark voice. "Go find the others and get out of here. The house is caving in and I want everyone safe."

"Y-Yes," James complied, shaking at the power emerging from his brother.

"Take them far from here," Arthur continued. "So I can finish this bastard off."

James nodded his head, zipping off to find the others. Arthur's eyes looked up at Matthias, making the other blonde take a step back.

"H-Hey, calm down," Matthias stuttered. "W-We can work this out, right? You can join my group!"

"I don't want anything to do with the bloody likes of you."

Before Matthias could respond, Arthur disappeared then reappeared in front of the Dane. With swiftness, Arthur sent his entire arm through the Dane's chest where his heart should be. Matthias' mouth flew open, but no sound came out. Arthur's face was hard and quite scary. A red aura was now around him, just as hot as the fire burning around him.

"Where is Alfred?" he coldly asked, twisting his arm painfully in Matthias' chest. Matthias cried out, blood spilling from his lips.

"I-I don't k-know." Matthias panted.

"WRONG ANSWER!" Arthur roared before throwing him across the room. Matthias groaned in pain, Arthur slamming his foot on his stomach and pinning him to the wall. "WHERE. IS. HE!?"

"H-Heading to the d-docks!" Matthias panted, choking on his blood. "F-Francis said that's w-where he's taking him! H-He wants to k-kill the kid!"

"WHAT!?" Arthur hissed.

"I just work for him! I have nothing to do with this, I swear!"

Arthur frowned and retracted his foot. The Dane fell to his knees, coughing ad holding the wound on his chest.

Arthur turned as the roof began to collapse. Matthias grinned, shakily trying to grab his axe.

"I thank you for your help," Arthur coldly said. He turned and glared at Matthias. "I'll see you in hell."

Before Matthias could reply, Arthur ripped his head off and threw it in the fire. Watching it burn, he growled as the entire roof caved in.

Francis, he said to himself as the building fell. I will find you. And I will kill you if it's the last bloody thing I do!

=Note= Yay! It's done, this took me awhile too! Well, I'll try to get the next chapter up soon!