Hey, sorry this is out a few days later than I would have liked, but I've caught the plague of my school. Have fun reading and thank you for the support. Please review and be sure to read the very end because that is for my devoted readers to have a say! Thanks again, until next time~

When Matthew's heart stopped Gilbert felt something. It was hard to tell, but he knew it hurt; the pain was something he knew that he had felt before in his life. What is that feeling? It's like that time . . . Gilbert's mind went back five and quarter centers before the current time. Sitting upright within seconds Gilbert was panting as the feeling of something burning entered his veins. "O GOTT!" he screamed. The albino gripped his chest, ripping his shirt, and screamed. It was like something was breaking the link between him and his wife, which was impossible. For a few moments his vision was dark and his skin could feel the cool, damp surroundings around him. There he saw the long strands of blonde hair tied back by a ribbon and the cold cerulean eyes looking down on him.

"My new pet," purred the French accent. Gilbert felt the cold hands touching him, his face. "What a beautiful toy you will be."

Then Gilbert felt like he was in an earthquake. "Bruder!" shouted a masculine voice. "Aufwachen! (wake up!) Gilbert!"

It took a few minutes for Gilbert to register and he looked up and saw his brother. "Lud? Was ist passiert? (what happened?)"

"You were thrashing around and yelling out. It was like you were possessed by a demon," Ludwig filled Gilbert in as he spoke English, "You had a nightmare I guess, but that was an odd nightmare. It was like your blood was pure liquid fire in your veins." Thinking quietly Ludwig wondered before he spoke it out loud. "Was is your bond breaking?" Ludwig waited a few minutes before Gilbert nodded. "I'm sorry brother. I truly am, but why was the bond still here?"

Gilbert looked at Ludwig. He knew why the bond didn't break. "Because bonds don't break like normal bonds do. We loved each other so much it was like we were each other, in a sense. My true other half. True bonds like that will never disperse easily and ours didn't." Gilbert concluded. "What broke wasn't that our bond like that, but my bond to her as her sire. She is no longer one hundred percent and truly mine anymore." Ludwig blinked, but nodded after thinking about what his brother meant.

"We will get her. We just have to wait until Arthur's brothers to get here, if they come."

"Ja," agreed Gilbert. Catching his breath after a few minutes Gilbert looked at Ludwig. "I don't want Arthur to come. He should stay here. It's safer here for him and Alfred. I feel like Francis is going to pull something that we are not predicting. I am sure of this." Looking at his older brother like he had two heads got Gilbert to sigh for a minute before scratching his head and looked at Ludwig. "Francis is always trying to ahead of the game and sometimes he is, other times he is not. I can't tell you how weird that guy is, unpredictable is the right word. Because he is unpredictable is what makes him dangerous. Being his friend for a few decades I still couldn't read him because he's just this or that." Gilbert frowned and blinked. He felt incapable for not being able to help with information about Francis. The albino only knew that he had an obsession with Arthur and his life, his wardrobe and looks had to be as if he was always going out to the nines, and his food was always someone with blonde hair and green or sky blue eyes. That was it, Gilbert was with the Frenchman for a couple decades as a pirates with Antonio.

Ludwig looked at his older brother and had a thought run across his head. "Do you think Antonio would know anything? I mean you and him and Francy-pants were together for a few decades on the seas doing Gott knows what."

"We were just being pirates because back then rulers of the sea ruled all," Gilbert stated bluntly, "I don't know if Antonio would know enough or not because Franny was just an oddball and 'Tonio was, well, bad ass then. 'Tonio was bloodthirsty back then, which for his age at the time shouldn't have been so . . . So savage."

"Are you sure that 'Mister Happy and Carefree, let Romano shit on him everyday and all day' is the right guy?"

The albino nodded in response. "I am sure. He and I remained friends after we split from Franny and still are to this day. He just has an Italian with a fucking tree trunk up his ass on him all the time." Ludwig smiled at that a bit. "But I would ask him, might not get much from his though. Worth a shot anyways." Gilbert smiled and shooed his brother away so he could rest. Hand over his heart the albino felt off balance. "I've never met you this go around, but I am saddened that our bond is gone before we even met. I will repair it, my love."

I will get you, I promise you Mattie.

Arthur was holding his lover and rubbing his back while trying to comfort. "It will be okay Alfred. We will get Francis and then all will be well."

"Why does he keep doing this?" Alfred looked up at Arthur. Big blue eyes filled with equally as big tears. "We've never done anything wrong and all we wanted was a family and to be by ourselves."

The Brit nodded and carded his fingers through the golden locks. "I know, love, I know. He's just obsessed and, like a mad animal, he will be put down soon. If I cannot kill him this time or stop him from hurting you or I, then my Queen, I will sacrifice myself to stop him from screwing with you life." Arthur was more offended that Francis would hurt Alfred so drastically, but he knew that it was a low point that Francis used to get to him. "How are you feeling?"

Alfred looked at Arthur curiously, the change of topics fast and odd. "I'm okay, feeling a little weak in a way and sore from, ah, well~" The vampire blinked before blushing and murmuring an apology. "It feels good though, to be reconnected with you. Even though I've never met you before now, it feels right to be with you. Like something inside of me is happy to see you happy and is happy to be somewhere close to you. What about you, Artie?"

"I feel the same, though that horrendous nickname has managed to survive the ages," chuckled Arthur, "I'm just happy that you are no longer in pain and are here in my arms." The vampire quickly squeezed Alfred a bit tighter in a hug. "Do you want me to go and help the others with Francis in France or stay here with you?"

"I want you to stay with me, but his could be your chance at revenge," Alfred responded quickly and effortlessly, "I want you to chose and be happy. Do what you feel is right." The human buried himself into the vampires ribcage and enjoyed the comfort of it. He felt trimmed, blunt fingernails scratch his back easily and moaned lightly. "Just be safe," Alfred added as he closed his eyes.

Taking into account Alfred's wishes Arthur wanted to stay. He felt in his heart it was right to stay with Alfred and protect him with not so many vampires in the house. "I will stay by your side and cherish you, while protecting you." Alfred nodded and snuggled into Arthur.

"M'kay," breathed Alfred before he passed out against Arthur.

The Brit kept rubbing against Alfred's back and enjoy his skin against his. It was beautiful to see him so relaxed and himself, well to the most he'll ever be after being reincarnated twice before. "You are beautiful and you are mine." Arthur hummed in delight at having a chance at a happily ever after with Alfred. They had waited enough to have it. "No more Francis, no more fear of losing you." The vampire continued to hum at the idea, but stopped when he heard something vibrate. Arthur pulled out his cellphone and saw the Loch Ness monster picture pop up. "Yes, Alistair?" whispered Arthur, though the red-head could hear Arthur as clear as day.

"You know I want in. I want to have a piece of him." Scottish accent was crisp and full of something that Arthur could not place as normal for his older brother. "I want him dead when this happens and I want you to stay with you mate because he does have some control over you. I will not risk more of our kind or our brothers when all this goes down."

Petting Alfred's golden head, Arthur processed what Alistair said and thought about what to say. "I was asked to stay here, in England, and I will not object to the request. However, I want one my dearest brothers to stay here, just in case. To think, dear Scotty-boy, you are so caring now and if you were so caring millennia ago then we would not be in this mess."

"Do you not think that I do not regret what happened to you all those years ago, nor do you not think that I blame myself everyday? Not just for you, but for my mate as well. Your mate and my mate both perished by the same killer. I want my revenge for my past mistakes of not taking care of my kin. Arthur, you do not have to forgive me for anything, but I wanted you to know how sorry I am for what happened millennia ago. Do not forget that you have Alfred because of what Francis did you, despite that you have lost him twice. I will be there after sunset this evening. Dylan and Seamus will arrive tomorrow morning before dawn, or so they say. Also, do not ever call me boy, boy."

There was an audible click and Arthur hung up. Looking at Alfred he smiled at him and layed down besides his love. He curled up and wrapped an arm around Alfred's waist before nodding off comfortably.

"Scott," whimpered a small voice, "Alba!" Tears feel lazily down the cherub-like reddened cheeks. Arthur walked around timidly and afraid as the night had cloaked the once bright forrest. It was different in the dark, scary. "Please! Scott! I be good!" Arthur found a hole at the foot of a tree and climbed into it. Using his cloak he curled up and waited for someone to walk by to get him out. It didn't take long for Arthur to fall asleep. To what seemed like minutes to the child was, in reality, hours and he woke to feeling of being jostled around. Arthur blinked awake and looked into the pale chest of a man. "Who?" Arthur yawned.

Crystal cerulean eyes looked down onto the young child. "Oh, did I wake you?" rang a very accented French English, "I did not mean to, 'ittle one." A cool had started rubbing against the small back. The vampire began humming to coax the younger into sleeping, which, sadly, worked. Arthur rested his head against the vampire' cool chest, similar to his parents, and was taken away in the night. "Oh-honhonhon, 'ittle one . . ." sang Francis, "You remind me of my beautifu' son. Skin so soft and pale 'ike 'ow I imagine the moon to be." Francis giggled to himself and kept walking hastily away from the proximity of where he found little Arthur. "Your 'air 'ittle one is soft and co'ored 'ike straw, 'ike 'is~" The French vampire was too happy with his spoils and he couldn't wait to go back to his little home. There he would teach and raise little Arthur as his own. However, teaching only got so far before "love" turned into dark passion.

"Arthur," Alfred rocked Arthur gently to wake him, "Arthur, wake up!" The American was groggy, but shook the vampire a bit harder. He had never seen the vampire so shaken, especially in sleep. Arthur was beyond paler than normal, he was sweating, and he was jerking around or gripping onto Alfred. "Come on, Arthur!" Green eyes flew open and then Alfred was on his back with Arthur over him. The human felt the fast pants of breath against his skin as Arthur looked down at Alfred, but not really seeing him. "A-artie?" Alfred asked, "I-it's me, Alfred. Love?" Alfred kept repeating that until Arthur blinked and collapsed onto Alfred, while wrapping his wiry arms around Alfred.

Arthur pressed into Alfred's warm body and sighed a bit. "Alfred," he moaned as he pressed his pale head into Alfred's chest, "I am sorry, love." The vampire kept mentally calming himself and looking afar with a deep gaze. He hadn't dreamt of those times in centuries because those times were the darkest periods of his life, his bane. "Sorry, remembering unpleasant memories," groaned Arthur as he rubbed his head. "It was about my time with Francis, well, more like the time he took me." Arthur filled in Alfred before the human could voice his words. "I am fine, love, because it is all in the past." The vampire smiled, bearing his fangs by accident.

"Uh, Artie," Alfred blinked, "Your fangs are sticking out a bit, well . . . A lot." Alfred watched as his lover felt his fangs with his tongues and blushed. Alfred sat up and stretched, wincing at feeling the pain in his very stiff back. "It's okay, it happens." Arthur started rubbing Alfred back when he saw his lover wincings. "Thanks," breathed Alfred.

"You are very welcome," Arthur hummed lightly, "D-did I say anything bonkers in my nightmare?" Alfred shook his head. The vampire blinked, thinking that his actions of not saying anything was odd. "I see. Would you like a bath?" Alfred nodded a bit and stood up on shaky legs. "Let me help you, git," Arthur chided as he wrapped an arm around Alfred's waist and guided him to the bathroom.

Alfred hissed every now and again from the radiating pain in his back. "I- I don't remember it ever hurting this badly," Alfred admitted as he hobbled, "It's odd to feel like this.

"You were a vampire whenever we consummated our love back in day; you healed, ergo, you never would have felt the aftermath of pain like you are experiencing now." The human just blinked and gritted his teeth as he forced himself to move. "A nice hot bath will help your muscles, I swear it."

Once the pair got into the colossal bathroom, Arthur drew a hot bath and added dried plants to the water. Alfred looked around was amazed at the bathroom. this was the first time he had been with Arthur across the pond. Therefore, it was the first time he had seen the vampire's house in his homeland. Sky blue eyes wandered around the room. The ceiling was high and rounded, dome-like; the painting was a deep red with gold accents, making out butterflies and flowers. The bath was a clawfoot bathtub, big enough where Alfred could drown himself, and it was porcelain in color with gold colored piping. It was a bathroom for a king! Yet, Alfred was drawn from his thoughts when Arthur pulled him towards the tub and helped him in. The hot water stung his skin at first, but as he settled the water felt good against his sore skin. "Artie, what did you put in here?" Alfred lifted up some of the dried vegetation.

"Some dried chamomile, oatmeal, rosemary leaf, and roses for scent. It will help you relax, feel rejuvenated, and to help keep you healthy," Arthur stated as he striped and settles himself by Alfred. The human blushed at seeing the vampire naked. "When we are done I have a salve to rub against your entrance to help it heal." The vampire kissed Alfred and rubbed his back or whatever he could get a hold of.

"You always care for me," Alfred breathed, "So, so much . . ."

Because you are so fragile right now that I must treat you like a delicate butterfly.

"Because you are the light to my dark, dark world. I believe that you should be cherished and given some luxuries," Arthur lightly lied about, "That and I have not seen you in over one hundred and fifty years. So, I want to spoil you, even if just a little." Alfred leaned against Arthur's chest before he sunk down and released a yawn. "You are still tired I see. It will be some time before your system is righted out and I guess you will sleep more until then," Arthur told Alfred, who was fast dropping into a state of unconsciousness. Arthur pushed Alfred more against his body to use as a rock to keep Alfred's body afloat, mostly his head. "Silly," Arthur breathed as he too relaxed.

It hurt. The pounding in his head. The throb in his throat that radiated pain. Matthew groaned and tried to say something, but it burned and he gripped his throat. Mon dieu! It hurts! The older twin's limbs were stiff and sore; the area of the ear that Francis had removed felt stretched, tender. "Nah," Matthew choked out and groaned in pain. Twisting around and managing to get up from his "deathbed" Matthew leaned against a wall for support. His bones ached from the weight they held on them. "O god . . ." Each word was like a stab of pain in Matthew's throat*

"I see you are up~" teased a Frenched voiced, "Welcome~ Open your eyes~ Little one~" Francis was happy and waltzed over to Matthew. He grabbed the younger's wrist and pulled him along, much to Matthew's dismay. "This is your new life~ Embrace it!" Matthew tried to pull away, but it was too much exertion. The pain that radiated from his sockets and muscles as the older vampire moved him around made Matthew screw his eyelids down tight. "Oh? Am I hurting you?" purred Francis, "I'm sorry mon cher. You are suffering from rigor mortis. Happens when you're limbs sit a while without moving. You stiffen up like a mummy~"

This was a whole new aspect of the older vampire that Matthew had seen and had never expect of the sadistic vampire. It was like the Francis had a soft side to his children, especially now in the baby step stage of life where said child needed a parental figure. "H-hurts." whispered Matthew. The pain was like something searing his vocal cords and throat muscles whenever he attempted to use either of them, like pouring a hot liquid continuously down his throat.

"Ah~ You are thirsting, mon enfant. It is most strongest when you just wake up from your mortal death like you have just now!" Francis' eyes sparked with something that resembled child happiness or a parent happy with something. The old vampire smiled, baring his fangs to the younger, and bit into his wrist savagely. After ensuring that the wounds would take some time to heal up did Francis let go of his wrist and offer it to Matthew. "You need to drink and my blood is the strongest out there. It will make your body hum in delight as my strength fills you up." He pushed his wrist to Matthew's parched lips.

Matthew jolted at the liquid touching his lips and grimaced. However, while grimacing some of the blood seeped in and touched his tongue. Something inside of Matthew snapped as his jaws latched onto the bloody wrist and the young one drank with greed. The hunger in Matthew's belly boiled with rage at first, but dwindled as Matthew continued to drink eagerly in big gulps. Francis was happy because the more blood that Matthew drank from him meant that Matthew would be more under his spell as a fledgling. After what seemed like eternity did Matthew pull away with lips full and rose in color, not from the blood that stained them on the outside, but as Francis' blood healed Matthew's weakened body.

"Look at how beautiful you are, mon ch-" Francis spoke as he felt something hit him, making him cutoff. He looked and saw that it was Matthew biting into his arm. "You must stop now." Francis instructed, but it did nothing to Matthew ravenously tearing into the older vampire with his teeth. The older vampire started to actually freak out and panic for once; Matthew just kept ripping away at tissues with his teeth and his hands. The younger knew that in order to escape he needed to destroy this vampire in a man's skin. "Stop!"

Purple tinted red eyes looked up at the vampire with anger and bit down harder before ripping away a limb. Blood splayed everywhere. The dungeon of Francis' villa was becoming decorated with it's master's own blood. The more blood that left Francis' body caused him to become weaker and weaker until he was paler than a ghost. Matthew only pulled away when all that was left of Francis was his core, everything else was ripped away. "You don't deserve to live anymore." Matthew went for the throat.

Emerald eyes snapped open when something inside of him felt like it snapped. "What?" Arthur jolted upright and gripped his chest, "How?"

Alfred moaned in a sleep stupor as he turned and looked at Arthur. "What, Artie?" The mortal hugged around Arthur's waist and waited for a response as he basked in the cool feeling of the vampire's skin.

"I think Francis is dead. It's gone," Arthur whispered, "The connection is gone, somehow."

A puff of smoke escaped peach stained lips. "Well, that puts a slight wrench in the plans. Now doesn't it wee brother." The same shade of emerald eyes locked with other; shaggy red hair fell slightly over the older brother's eyes. "'ello Art."

"Allistair."

So, for the next chapter or the chapter after, I haven't decided yet, I think I need to do a vote:

Matthew is found and is in deep sleep. When he wakes up he finds Alfred:

a) heavily pregnant

b) giving birth

c) holding a baby

Then for the mpreg, is Alfred:

a) having a baby

b) having twins

*genders and names