It Has been so long! My goodness! I have not abandoned this storry, it's just a lot has been going on in life and I am FINALLY getting back to it! I am sorry for the long wait. I have just recently been getting back into Black Butler and it reminded me of this story. It has been quite awhile since I worked on it so I had to read back on some stuff.

Considering the fact that my writing skills improved I did notice some grammar and spelling mistakes here and there. To me it personally annoys me so I wouldn't want to sentence you guys to horrible grammar mistakes and misspellings. So, I will re-write this story to correct some mistakes and probably add on to the plot. When this story is complete, look forward to the second part that I will be writing.

Ok, enough jabbering, here is the next chapter after such a long wait! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or its characters

British Butler

Chapter 15: My Butler, Not a Monster

"Aruthur! Arthur, help!"

"Shut your mouth right now!" Francis hissed. "We are entering town. You will behave or else!"

"I don't have to listen to you," Alfred hissed. "Let me go! You're kidnapping me! When Arthur finds you-"

"You really think he is alive," Francis said, voice deepening in a sadistic tone. His eyes flashed which cause Alfred to shake in fear. "He is dead, my child. And you will be too soon. I will rid of you and I will be able to do as I planned for all of these years."

Alfred wanted to cry. But, he couldn't. He knew Arthur wasn't dead. Arthur was too strong for that. To die so easily. Tears ran down his cheeks as he allowed himself to be dragged through the crowd towards the docks.

Arthur...

=IAL=

"What is going on here!?" Elizeveta exclaimed. James managed to track everyone else down and get them out of the house safely. The house crumbled down, the last of it burning in the hot inferno. Feliciano and Lovino managed to turn back into their normal selves, blankets wrapped around their naked frames. Rodrich seemed a little irritated, his clothes tattered and dirty from the earlier events.

"It is hard to explain, ma'am," James said, a bashful blush on his cheeks. "All I can say is that no one in the establishment is human. Not even your master."

"So you are telling me," Rodrich began as he gently slipped his glasses back onto his nose after cleaning them. "I have been serving vampires?"

"Exactly," James said in a serious tone. "And to be completely blunt, your master kidnapped Arthur centuries ago. Arthur wasn't here because he wanted to be. He was here because he was forced."

"Oh my," Elizeveta gasped. "And what about Young Master Alfred?"

"I am not too sure of it, but from what Arthur told me, he's half vampire," James said. A small scowl formed on his face as a thought occured to him. "It is a possibility that Alfred is a couple hundred years old. He just never aged up in human years which kind of makes it difficult to explain."

"And what about them?" Roderich indicated the two Italian brothers.

"What the fuck do you think?" Lovion snapped, shivering in the cold. "We're werewolves, dumbass!"

"Fretello!"

"Anyways!" James said. "All Arthur told me to do is retrieve you from the mansion. But we must go into town imidiately. We have to find Alfred before it's too late."

=IAL=

The snow was starting to become heavy as it fell to the ground. The storm was slowly coming in, the wind picking up.

Arthur ran quickly through the woods, trying his hardest to pick up Alfred's scent. It was very faint, but it was still there.

That stinking frog, he said to himself. If he lands as much of a finger on Alfred-

"Oh my, you must hurry," a familiar voice cut through his thoughts. Arthur looked over to see Oliver running right beside him. "Finally accepting your true nature I see."

"I have no time for you," Arthur hissed as he slid down a slope. "I have to save him."

"The boy you mean?" Oliver said with a giggle. "My, my Arthur. You have become quite attached. What ever will happen if he manages to kill the boy? Will you finally snap? Will you kill him and anyone you cross paths with?"

"Oliver-"

"No matter how human you try to act, you are still a monster. Then again...I wonder who the real monsters are. Us, or them."

Arthur stopped, eyes wide. He looked around but Oliver was nowhere to be found. The wind blew through his blonde hair, the storm taking full effect.

"Who...are the real monsters?" he asked himself. He looked down at his hand, tracing the scares with his eyes. "I...I'm not a monster..."

Sorry for the short chapter. Actually started writing late at night, lol. But I will have a longer chapter in the morning! I promise! So, I will be pre-writing the second story to this soon and will post it in about a week's time. So stay tuned! Love you guys! goodnight!