Chapter 6 is here~ I'll try to get another chapter out within the next week and half - key word try. Remember this is unbeta, so mistakes here and there are present - I am only human . . . Enjoy~

Semi-long bronzed locks jerked back as pale lips spread wide in a scream-less cry. Violet-blue eyes appeared wider from being stretched obscenely wide, causing lines to form upon the surrounded skin; pupils shrank – almost engulfed by the unnatural shade of the irises that surrounds them. Words could not describe what American-Canadian was feeling as he was savagely ravished by the old vampire. Long pale legs spread wide by abnormally pale hands, wrists red due to the leather keeping them still rubbing the skin raw, and clothes ripped and thrown aside while a taller, stronger body loomed over Matthew's exposed and abused body. A devils grin presented itself on the vampire's face as he striped his victim of his innocence . . . his purity. "A bitch like you deserves zhis," yelled Francis as he continued his assault, "Being 'is brother . . . d'arthur's lover . . . and you being zhat ghost's bride. Your 'usband was and is a betrayer . . . a snake who is not to be trusted." Ill pride overran Francis as he was pushed his way through the ripped membranes of Matthew's bloodied entrance because he knew that his former friend loved this reincarnation and that he, Francis, was taking away a right that belonged to Gilbert.

Matthew laid there with his arms tied above his head, his body rocking due to the violent movements of Francis's body, but his mind beginning to stray far from the source of the pain. It hurt, it felt like being ripped in two from the inside out. Blood marred the air surrounding him and forcing his nostrils to smell the iron that originated from him. The burn had just started fading from the forced entry a while ago. Or did it seem that long ago? The teen looked at the ceiling as his head had remained there since he wanted to scream from the vampire's entry, but he didn't hear a sound. Or did he produce a sound and not hear it? Still, as the assault continued Matthew's mind retreated, faded, into a time that was peaceful. Pale bloodied lids closed over violet shaded eyes as his mind retreated further from the pain.

Snow danced down upon the small village that the shop was located in, it was nearing Christmas time Even with the snow and nipping reminder of the temperature the people of the village were out and about with smiles. This village was that of kindness due to the size and the age; people new everyone and everything when something new happened. As of late, the whole village was buzzing about new people traveling up from the south that had recently arrived. They seemed to be rich and incredibly stunning, though one was of odd coloration that no one had seen before. The inhabitants of the village would gawk when seeing these new people walked among them; standing out due to their garb and physical appearance. Many women fawned over the first that the one companion gave. The one that always flirted was young, maybe fifteen or sixteen of age, and held a slight tan with brown hair and a curl to his left, a smile never leaving his face, and his slight accent whenever spoke. Other women gawked at the muscular figure that accompanied the foreigner: Light blonde hair slicked back to give a mature look, steel blue eyes, and, well, muscles that could be seen rippling underneath the opening of his coat. However, the third member in the party was looked at as an anomaly because of his paste-like skin, silver hair, and eyes that matched that of the richest red wine around.

However, as most people knew about the odd trio, one inhabitant of the village did not.

Cream colored fingers worked quickly as the sweet brown liquid began to cool in the pan; on the table beneath the pan were chocolate fudge bits – rounded into a circular form. Just as quietly as the worker the pan was set down and the rounded bits were picked up by the stick that impaled them and dipped within the sweetened liquid. One by one each piece was dipped and placed a rubbery-like sheet, later to be called wax paper, and permitted to cool while in waiting for the next step. A faint smile appeared as pale rose lips curled when the ringing of a front door's bell echoed the delicate chant of metal against metal. Quickly, the figure finished the last of the fudge bits dipping and placed the long metal tray that held them into an enclosed space with ice resting beneath it for cooling to occur faster. Grabbing a worn rag the woman rubbed her hands to ensure all chocolate was gone before coming out into the shop area. Unnatural violet shaded eyes looked for the customer that came in. "Hello," light rose tinted lips curled into a welcoming smile as bronzed bangs framed her face in the most innocent manner.

"Hallo," replied an accented voice, "I heard of this place from passersby and wanted to see if the rumors were true."

Violet shaded irises gazed upon a man adorned in snow covered navy clothing, trousers and frock jacket that was outlined with white, vest, stockings, shirt, and ascot. "Welcome to Chocolaterie Williams," smiled the owner, "I am the owner, Mattea Williams. We sell a little bit of everything and do special creations if wanted. If you are interested then please try a sampling of your choosing – we allow a free try of any of our products."

Pale lips smiled due to no sign of repulsion or fear from his appearance: snow lined silver-like hair, pale skin graced with melting, and eyes the color of blood. "Is that so? I believe I would to make a special order then."

"Please give me a minute," asked the Mattea as she walked quickly to the cash register. She picked up the quill besides the metal contraption and looked at the man with a kind smile, "Please, continue Sir."

"Well," thought Gilbert, "What would you recommend?"

A small blush occurred across Mattea's face as she thought. "Our truffles are rich and creamy that can have any filling one desires." Violet irises looked around the room to think of more creations. "The chocolate cakes can be made to be creamier or to be like a sponge or chewy, in a sense, like fudge. Our fudge can be made from any desired flavored and drizzles with delicate dabbles of caramel or white chocolate. Also, due to the time of year we can dip strawberries or make strawberry filling. Anything you want, kind Sir, can be made."

'If only she knew about what I was, she would not think me kind.' thought Gilbert. "What do you like?"

The blush brightened a shade, "I enjoy mixed chocolate truffles laid in our special created cream atop our creamiest chocolate cake with drizzled milk and white chocolate."

"That sounds delightful. I believe I'll order that, but in a heart shape if you can."

"Yes, sir," replied Mattea, "May I have your name?"

"My name is Gilbert Beilschmidt," smiled Gilbert.

'Gilbert . . . I think you are someone . . . That is special to me . . . I don't know why though . . .' thought Mattea, 'I've never blushed like this and I have so many suitors looking at me . . . So why you?'

Gilbert stared at the belongings in his room. He had collected so much in long life span that ranged five hundred years back. There were items of war from every century it seemed, clothing from each fashion trend, and special knick knacks he collected – like arrowheads, Prussian artwork from the time that the country existed, and, recently with the invention of them, movies. As red eyes looked at all the belongings he stopped at the possessions that were from his life as when he was a husband and father. The Prussian felt the tears sliding down his cheeks before he saw them in his vision. His eyes wander to the black jacket that was hanging behind the identical crib of his and Mattea's child. "It started with you . . . Then . . .'

As the trio walked around the sun shielded town Gilbert could feel the stares and patted the other male companions shoulder before whispering, "I need to go for a walk, caught you later bruder." With that he walked off to explore the town. He made his way up and down the streets. To him this small village was a reprieve because he hadn't seen something so new that was like his village from when he was human. The road beneath his feet weren't stone like in London or some of the towns in the British American Colonies, it was dirt and frozen over due to the cold. Red eyes looked over shops and smiled when he saw a small child being pulled on a wooden sled by his older sibling, a reminder from when he was boy with his brother. Gilbert kept walking on and on until he saw her, a young women putting freshly made sweets within a display cabinet. He watched as she carefully put the creations in a pattern to make a snowflake and when she was satisfied with her work she gave a nod and a smile that made Gilbert's still heart ache to beat for her. Red watched the figure walk back behind the counter and through the swinging doors that, most likely, led to the kitchen. His mind replayed the scene in his head until he memorized the way her body moved, how her long bronzed hair swayed in the loose ponytail that tamed it, and the way her violet-blue eyes shined innocently.

"I must meet her." With a nod Gilbert marched his way into the sweet shop, not aware of the amount of time that had passed from his viewing of her.

Once inside he waited for the young woman to appear and when she did his heart ached more. She was so innocent and pure. Inside he smiled and was chuckling at the cute ways Mattea's cheeks would flare with heat, but on the outside remained stoic, yet held a welcoming look. He appreciated the fact that she didn't seem to care about his appearance. The Prussian asked what she recommended, then what she liked. Oh, how on the inside Gilbert smiled at his new found love. He quickly requested that the special order he was placing was what she liked, but molded to be something that held the intentions of possible love.

Gilbert watched as Mattea quickly wrote down the name with the order and did calculations of the price. "It will be fifty pounds Mr. Beilschmidt." A simple nod and Gilbert handed her the money with ease, which the shop owner took carefully – blushing a bit harder when she touched his skin – and placed the money within the cash register.

"Thank you for your order," smiled Mattea, "And please come back tomorrow for your order."

"I will," winked Gilbert as he walked out of the shop, leaving Mattea extremely flushed.

"W-wait," stuttered Mattea.

Gilbert turned his head to look at her as his body was halfway out the door. "Yes?"

"Y-you and the snow . . . You're covered in it," stated Mattea, "Stay for a moment to get warmed up."

"Are you sure?"

Mattea gave a curt nod before she went upstairs, her words echoing, "Stay." Red eyes were covered by pale lids as he walked back in and waited. The Prussian paced around and looked at the sweets.

'If only my body could appreciate them like a human's could,' thought the albino.

The Prussian's ears picked up on tapping above his head and then louder as the owner came down the steps. When he saw her Gilbert smiled kindly and wondered why she was carrying something black in her arms. She came to a halt in front of him and held out the black object for Gilbert to fully see. "Please," started Mattea, "Take it. It's cold out and the snow will only make it worse for you."

Red eyes blinked a few times before Gilbert's mind caught up. "I'm afraid I can't. It isn't right for me to take something from you." Small flashes of anger and jealous bubbled in Gilbert's chest at the thought of the woman he believed was his "one" having been married already.

"Please, I am giving it to you," she pleaded.

"But doesn't it belong to someone you know?"

A small smile appeared on Mattea's face. "Yes, it was my father's before he passed away at the beginning of spring."

"Then why give it to me?"

"Because I can and I want to." Mattea waved the jacket in front of Gilbert and he sighed in return before taking it.

"Danke," replied Gilbert as he slid the coat on, a bit larger than his liking, but it worked.

The bronzed hair woman's head cocked a bit to the side as a confused expression laced her soft features. "D-danke?"

"Sorry," apologized Gilbert as he realized his mistake, "It means 'thank-you' in German."

A flash of curiosity lit up in Mattea's eyes, "German as in you are one who hails from Germany?"

"Well, Prussia, but close enough," smiled Gilbert, "Germany is my country's younger sibling."

"I see," smiled Mattea happily.

"Thank you for the coat," spoke Gilbert softly. His thoughts halted for a second when he heard knocking on the window and saw his brother and his brother's lover. "I'm sorry, but I must take my leave. I will see you tomorrow." With his final good-bye Gilbert walked out of the shop and resumed walking with his companions.

"'Vat was that about bruder?" asked the tall blonde.

"I think I just my "one," Luddy." Gilbert smiled at the thought and ran his hand through his hair as he remembered every word said by Mattea.

The smallest of the trio pushed into Ludwig's body and smiled up at the steel blue eyes. "To a think! Gilbert has a found his a one!"

A small smile formed on the German's lips before he pushed the Italian off of him, "I'm sorry Feli," whispered Ludwig, "But you can't be displaying your affections for me in un public."

The Italian's mouth formed a "o" before he pushed himself off the German and walked a few inches away, "I'm sorry."

"It's alright, but ve need to be careful vith that kind of stuff," sighed Ludwig, "Ve don't need un repeat of the last time you showed public affection towards me."

Gilbert shuddered at the memory. "I second Luddy!" proclaimed the Prussian, "I'm not going to risk my hide being burnt at the stake for you again."

"I did not a mean it," pouted Feliciano, "I just a love you, Luddy."

In a hushed tone Ludwig responded, "As do I."

The albino looked behind himself and at the chocolate shop that was growing smaller and smaller as he walked away.

'I believe I have found you . . . My one . . .' Thought Gilbert.

"Those were happier times . . . Especially when we married . . ." sighed Gilbert before he stood, "I need to see you . . . To remember . . ."

The Prussian got up and walked to his closet before walking inside. He eyed each portrait that laced the sides: a few being from his times as a rich nobleman, to one of his pirate years, to the American Revolutionary War, and then photographs from the Second World War. At the back of the closet hanged the portraits that Gilbert held very dear to his heart. The one was of him and Mattea when they were first married. The innocent smile of Mattea seemed to be alive as she pressed into Gilbert's still form. It was a time of pure happiness. Their love was undeniable and meant to be by the universe. The middle portrait, which was half the size of the other two besides it, was of Gilbert and Mattea looking at each other in the eyes. In the portrait one of Gilbert's hand graced the far point in the portrait of Mattea's face, while Mattea's hand was upon Gilbert's face and the hand in full view; they were mirror opposites in the portrait and obvious love was reflected in their eyes. The final portrait, which was the size of the first one in the row, was of Gilbert with his arms wrapped around Mattea as she held their child close to her chest. The child was depicted angelically with eyes of deep blue that they appeared purple at first glance and had light blonde hair. Upon the baby's head was a ribbon and resting on her was the beloved yellow canary plush.

Gilbert touched the painting of Mattea's face. "I miss you . . ." With his other hand he touched his child's face, "I miss you two so damn much . . . I'm sorry I failed you two . . ."

Feliciano stared at the ceiling with his barely opened eyes and was flushed as he panted heavily. "Luddy . . ." breathed the Italian, "That was a great!"

A smile of pride appeared on the German's face and he kissed his lover gently on the lips, "I am glad, my love." The Italian kissed back and smiled. "Iche liebe dich, Feliciano."

"Ti amo, Ludwig."

For these two vampires it was always adorning the other with garnished love at every second.

"I will never regret my decision," smiled Feliciano."

'What decision?' thought Ludwig.

Ludwig froze a bit at what his lover said. Steel blue eyes were shielded by pale lids as he remembered his time when Feliciano was human. "I . . . I'm still . . . Sorry . . ."

"Ve? Why?" asked Feliciano as he sat up to look at Ludwig in the eyes with deep compassion.

"Because . . . I took away your life." Ludwig turned at sat on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. "I took it because you got un sick."

The Italian's tanned hands rubbed his lover's back gently. "It's fine . . . Because of my decision I was able to be with you, forever."

Instantly as the words left Feliciano's mouth Ludwig got up and turned to look at Feliciano. "It this "my decision" thing to help alleviate my guilt? Because if that is what it is meant to do it is not working. I took your life from you."

"Because I was sick." stated Feliciano.

"Does it matter? I went with my instincts."

'We do this every night now, it seems. Why Ludwig? Do you regret me as your mate?'

"Do you not love me? Do you regret me as your mate?"

Eyes widened in horror. "No, never."

"Then suck it up! I am happy that I am here with you." The guilt was still in Ludwig's eyes. "We do this every night and it needs to stop. It makes me feel like you do not love me and regret me existing."

"I never d-"

"No, I am a speaking now. I love you and I am happy that you took me away from humanity because now we do not have to abide to human time and disease or me begging your brother or some other vampire to turn me. Why can't you see that I'm happy as I am?"

'Because seeing you with fangs and paler than normal and without the sun and not being able to truly eat the foods you loved and cherished as a human are my reminders of my greed.'

"You were scared when you were youn-"

"That was then, a little under a three hundred years ago. It's now the 21st century," Feliciano stood in front of his German and cupped his face delicately, "If you keep guilting yourself like this . . . I'm just afraid what will happen when you keep guilting yourself like this. It isn't a healthy and I a care and a love you so much that I couldn't bare being without you."

Ludwig stood quietly for a few minutes and final spoke quietly, "I just don't like to see you suffer."

"Ludwig you are the one that makes me suffer when keep this guilt from so a long ago baring heavily upon you're a shoulders. You are a strong, but with a time . . . Strength a fails and the weakness conquers."

"You just said I make you suffer!"

"When you keep this guilt on you, besides that I've never a been happier. I love my a life with you and being a vampire. We get to a see things that we a never thought we would a see without being vampiros."

A blonde brow raised a bit, "Like what?"

"You meeting a me," smiled Feliciano happily before hugging the German tightly, "No more being a guilty because it makes us a both suffer. When you're happy I a feel that nothing in the whole a universe could stop our a love."

"You have un way with words," commented Ludwig as he hugged back, "But you are right, for once, that I should stop feeling this guilt because I do love you . . . More than anything in this world. Without you I have un nothing because you are the light to my un world."

Feliciano looked up at Ludwig, revealing his light brown eyes. "As you are to a me." Standing on his tippy toes and reaching as high as he could Feliciano kissed his "one" on the lips happily. "Let's get something to a eat."

"Define eat."

"PASTA!" squealed Feliciano happily.

'Italians . . .'

Shaking his head and pinching the bridge of his nose Ludwig sighed. "You do know we don't need food right?"

"Si, but I still love it," smiled Feliciano as he skipped out of the room and towards the kitchen. He didn't make it very far when he felt strong arms wrap around his waist and pull him into a strong muscular body. "Round a two?" Feliciano knew it was Ludwig, not by scent, but by their bond.

"If you remember to wear your clothes when you leave our room," whispered Ludwig as he pulled his lover back to their room.

Brown eyes that were once again shielded by lightly tanned lids looked to see that his German lover had the decency to put on a light blue silken bath robe, while his gaze shifted downward to his naked form. "Bu-but was is wrong with a being a naked?"

"It may be something that you un Italians do, but not in England – nor the 21st century. You aren't a nudist."

"But maybe I would like to a be," taunted Feliciano.

Blonde hair shook in every direction as an exasperated sigh escaped from pale lips. "Ja, ja . . ." Thick muscular hands opened the blacked door to the couple's room and quickly shut it once both were inside. "Please put some clothes on, Feli."

"Okay-a-dokey!" smiled the Italian as he ran off to his closet that was to the left of the bed.

Steel blue eyes watched as the small lean body pulled clothing after clothing until the outfit wanted appeared. A dark blush appeared on the normally stoic German's face as his lover put on a sailor boy's outfit. Blue shorts that came to an inch or two above lightly tanned knees, white sleeves stretching to the Italian's wrist, a matching blue flap attached to the shirt as it waved in the air behind the moving figure, and a black tie around the wide color. The German continued as Feliciano slipped on white long socks that came to just the lower calf and brown loafers were slipped over those pearly socks. Ludwig placed a hand over his eyes and wondered how a physically twenty-three old could pass off as a boy of eleven or twelve – it wasn't natural. 'God . . . He always was a young one at heart and mind.' thought Ludwig. 'He's turning two hundred and seventy-nine this year . . . Yet he dresses like a little school boy. I do love him though – it took a few years to come to bring myself to admit it though.'

"You make me worry, but ich liebe dich."

The Italian smiled happily as he heard those words and looked at his lover with utter joy. "Ich liebe dich auch!" Barely visible brown eyes saw steel blue roll slightly before his love came over and hugged him tightly.

"Ti amo, Feliciano," whispered the burly German.

"Arthur . . ." panted a ragged voice, "It . . .hurts . . . Make it stop . . ."

The feeling of warm hands brushed lightly through the bronzed locks as the lithe body behind him held his body tightly, as if trying to transfer energy. "I know, I'm so sorry love. Just a little longer . . .You're doing wonderful . . . Deep breathes." Emeralds were seen wide and afraid of the growing ring of blood around his lovers lower body that grew and grew. Blood to all vampires was life, the substance that allowed them to live this cursed life that was neither living or dead and when a vampire lost too much blood they died – turn to ash or remain in their former mortal body depending on the age they had lived life as vampire. "Just a little longer, love . . ."

"Arthur . . ."

Sky blue eyes shot open as that voice that sounded eerily like his own echoed that name. "Arthur," repeated Alfred, "Wh-who are you?" Tanned hands rubbed against his golden locks as he recalled the beginning of the dream. "Hurts . . . Breathe . . . Blood . . . Arthur . . ." Those words were the ones that echoed the most in Alfred's head as he thought of what was happening in his dream. The pain that was suffering from his dream look-a-like looked as if he was being torn into two after running the longest marathon in existence. Alfred's mind recalled how the man that was holding his look-a-like looked like that Arthur who had first been with him when he woke up and with the same first name at that. "Why? What hurt so badly?" Alfred's one hand continued to rub against his head as his other rested itself on his stomach without his knowledge. "Blood . . . That hemorrhaging from below the waist resembled that of a picture I once saw in my history book: A women having a footing childbirth . . . All that blood . . . The pain . . . The exhaustion . . . It makes sense, but dreaming of me doing that is impossible. I am a man so that is physically impossible by the laws of nature to mankind I . . . I don't understand."

"Afternoon, poppet," smiled Arthur as he walked in quietly, "Are you feeling better?"

"Define better."

Long pale fingers stroked casually against smooth skin of the vampire's chin. "Head not hurting and not babbling nonsense work for you?"

"I guess . . ." breathed Alfred.

"What's wrong?"

Alfred closed his eyes as he turned his head and instinctively his hand on his stomach tightened. "Nothing."

The vampire looked at the sight and on the inside smiled wearily: He had seen this before. It was like Alfred's previous reincarnation, the second Alfred F. Jones to exist, where Alfred was most likely remembering their first child from the early 1700s. However, worry overtook the joy that Arthur was experiencing because Alfred was remembering his former live's memories sooner than his previous had – the effect of the spell. "You can tell me, I'm a wonderful listener."

"Really?" contradicted Alfred like a child, "Can you tell me why you appear in my dreams? Or why I dream of bleeding like women in childbirth – a footling childbirth at that?" Alfred waited a few seconds before continuing his tirade, "What about just seeing you when I'm just thinking to myself? Explain that? You are like a ghost in my vision. What are you?" Blue eyes looked at Arthur's emerald eyes pleadingly. "Please . . ."

Pain instantly attacked Arthur's still heart and guilt overran his mind. "I cannot tell you yet, love. If I did you would be lost to the river of insanity. Time is your ally, it always will be for you – though for me it is the opposite. Time has been my enemy since the dawn of my days. I waited to be freed, yet I abused. I waited for a chance to run, yet I am hunted down over and over. I waited to find my true love – my one, yet he was taken from me. I waited for him to reappear to me, yet my heart is destroyed. I waited for him to remember, yet my former master taunts him. I wait for my one to return to his proper mind, yet he stays in a vegetated state for years. I wait for him to awake, yet he dies from a second time because of a hideous reminder of my past. You have to time to wait, so please use it wisely. I am here for you, whether to be used or abused, I am here, Alfred."

The American teen looked at the old vampire with a feeling of sadness and guilt overflowing his heart. "I . . . I should remember . . . Yet I can't . . . I want to know, but I am unable to remember. I see you over and over – we seem so close, yet when I reach for you we are too far. I want to remember!" At this point Alfred was gripping the sheets by his thighs tightly, his knuckles turning from their tanned state to a shade similar to Arthur's skin tone. "Why do I seem to know you?" asked Alfred as his bangs slide over his eyes and obscured his true thoughts from his face, "Why is it that you are someone that I once loved? It hurts to admit that I cannot remember and when it seems like I do it slips away from me." Tears started to slowly slip from Alfred's sky eyes down his tanned face. "Please," Alfred begged and Arthur listened – drawn to the tone that Alfred used because he knew it too well, "D-don't hide from me Arthur! I love you!" The vampire staggered forward a half step before full on running to Alfred's side as his lover fell to his unconscious.

Slender fingers gently slide around Alfred's comatose form as Arthur slide behind Alfred's body and pulled him towards himself in a loving manner – the positions they held when Alfred's original body was experiencing the first stage of labor. Lithe arms wrapped tightly around his lover's body with a protective love as he kissed Alfred's tear stained cheek. Then Arthur's light golden head rested gently on Alfred's shoulder and Alfred's head on his left shoulder. "I cannot tell you because if I did . . . It would destroy you before you had a chance to truly remember and experience what we had together and to live as we did in the past. I will always love you Alfred. I will never leave you like your memory tricks you into. My mate . . . My one . . . My partner . . . My husband . . . My wife . . . My love . . ."

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