Hey and thanks for reading! Sorry about the delay, but being a bio major and taking botany with zoology has gotten me busy studying for - on the same day - tests! The poll will be up for a about 2 more weeks, my guess-sta-mation on that. Un-beta and I don't own Hetalia. Until next time thanks and review please~

Sky blue eyes stared at the red-haired vampire. "Your brother," breathed Alfred. Said vampire hummed slightly before taking an immense intake of his smoking joint and releasing the evidence in a big cloud as he exhaled.

"Will you please stop that disgusting habit in my house, or above all my bedroom!" boomed Arthur, "It's a nasty habit and for it to be in my hom-"

"Is like waiting for a match to burn down a piece of paper," chided Alistair, "You gave me this lecture a few centuries ago because you have 'so' much important shite here. More like hoarder, you old goat."

The younger vampire just twitched before sitting up and grabbing a robe. As he slipped out of bed Arthur wrapped himself inside the robe and glared at his brother when done. "IF I am the old goat then what are you? You are an ancient blundering buffoon."

"What did you mean the connection was gone? Art, answers." Alistair watched his brother quietly. Emeralds watched as a matching set of emeralds looked at the ground and were covered by porcelain lids. "Arthur, come on. It's best to tell me before the other get here."

Arthur shrugged, something that Alfred thought was very childish of the the "English gentleman" to do. "I can not explain. It's just not there anymore, the constant humming of annoyance is gone." Arthur blinked and tried to find words to describe it. "It's hard to tell you, Alba." Younger emeralds gazed up into older with an emotion that wasn't seen often anymore: a piece of the child that Arthur used to be. That emotion made Alistair feel guilt down to his bones. "Gone is all I can say and it is good. No more bad luck in our family, no more unexpected tragedies, nothing. We are free, in a sense, now." Arthur looked at Alfred, who was looking at Alistair, and his mind quickly thought upon that "happy ending" that they could now have in their future. "Alba, could you leave? I would like to put on real clothing, not just talk to you in this robe."

"Yes, I'll be down in the kitchen," rumbled that Scottish accent as he stared at Arthur and Alfred. The Scotsman turned and in silence made his envy of the two known through the single tear that fell from his eye.

"Have I met him before?" asked Alfred. He looked at Arthur, who shook his head. "He seem familiar to me."

Arthur went to the closet and pulled out black slacks, a pastel green button-down, and cardigan. "We are brothers, love," reminded Arthur as he came back to the bed with his clothing, "DNA is similar between me and all my brothers, though Alba's and my appearance are the most drastic between the four of us." Arthur removed his robe and Alfred blushed red to the tips of his ears. The vampire chuckled and leaned close to Alfred's ear. "Like what you see?"

"Y-yeah," whispered Alfred. He reached out and caressed the vampire's face before trailing down with shy finger. There were bumps of scars here and there, along with lithe muscles under taunt skin. "Beautiful . . ." breathed Alfred. As Alfred explored Arthur's body against, re-mapping, he failed to notice his own body's reaction. When Arthur chuckled did Alfred look him in the eyes again. "What?"

Arthur licked his lips seductively. "Is that a rabbit in your pocket or are you just happy to see me, love?" Arthur reached under the sheets and gently grabbed Alfred's erect member, causing the younger to moan and buck lightly. "You enjoy my touch so much. Do you want me in you again? So soon?" The vampire flicked his clothes off the bed and slipped under the sheets. There he settled between Alfred's legs, a spot that seemed natural to house his lithe body. He kissed the tanned chest before focusing his attention on Alfred's right nipple; sucking gentle and carefully, a skill honed through centuries of practice, did he feel Alfred become undone. "Going to answer me love?"

"Yes," Alfred moaned as he hands seeked refuge in Arthur's pale locks, "I want to feel you."

Arthur released a happy moan as his own member sparked to life. "You sure? It is relatively soon after you first time." Alfred just stared at Arthur for more than five long minutes, "What?"

"I am a teenaged boy, which means my body is constantly wracked with hormones, and I just remembered that I have a life partner that never fails to bring pleasure to me," Alfred touched Arthur's cheek, "A partner who has waited for me for nearly a century and half. I want to love my partner and I want him to know that I love him. I want him constantly to the point that I didn't date during any point of my schooling because no one seemed right for me. Don't you get it, Arthur? You're the only one I want and I always want you. You are my drug." Alfred kissed Arthur and pushed hard to cut his lips on Arthur's teeth. Arthur drank the sanguine drops and moaned more.

"I always want you to, my love. Each second I am with you is like a moment in heaven," Arthur moaned as stroked himself to gather his pre-cum, "Any second without you is like the moments before death, slow and aching." Arthur pushed against Alfred's lips and hungered for more of his lover. He pushed his lips hard against Alfred's and sucked to ease out his lover's tongue. Eventually, he captured Alfred's tongue and as he sucked on the appendage the vampire pushed in one soaked digit into his lover.

"Arthur~" moaned Alfred as he arched, breaking their kiss. Arthur wiggled his finger more, testing to see where Alfred was. He smiled as Alfred was becoming undone by the foreplay and licked his lips when realized Alfred's body was all but sucking in his fingers. "I want you~"

The vampire kissed Alfred again before settling and grabbing his cock. "As I want you," whispered Arthur as he pushed the head in. It was tight from the lack of preparation, but you wouldn't know because Alfred just moaned and arched. "So good~" moaned Arthur. He pushed his forehead to Alfred's and settled on a slow rhythm. There would be times for rough fast sex later because now it was about loving and cherishing. "I hope this is real because you never cease to amaze me."

Alfred didn't feel the pain, he only felt pleasure. "Arthur," he clawed at the vampire's back as waves of pleasure hit him, "I want you deeper, I . . . I want your essence to make me whole. To make me yours~" Alfred arched up into Arthur to get him to go deeper. He moaned when Arthur picked up his pace a bit. Both moaned as the friction multiplied and the slapping of skin was heard. "Yes!" Alfred cried as he felt something electrically fly up and down his spine, "There!" Arthur nodded and aimed for that spot every thrust, with skill he hit it dead on. The moans that escaped Alfred's mouth made Arthur feel harder than he ever had in his life and when that spot was hit was when Arthur was rewarded with the tightening of Alfred's entrance. The vampire moaned when his cock was squeezed so snuggly.

Arthur kept inhaling deeply from the crook of Alfred's neck to remind him that this was real. All of it so far was real. This wasn't a dream that would end with him being along, this was real and it was that fact that Arthur began to shed tears of happiness. He had missed this so much: the love between them. "I love you, Alfred." Arthur pulled out and pushed back in hard against Alfred's prostate hard and grinded down on the bundle of nerves, "And you are mine." Arthur kissed Alfred's neck and then proceeded to suck.

The attention to his ass and neck was a lot for Alfred, but he held on and arched than he ever had in his life. The pleasure was like liquid fire rushing through his veins and the only water to put it out was the feeling of Arthur's skin. He loved this man. "Arthur, I want to be with you forever. Nothing will part us again," Alfred moaned as he clung to Arthur, he felt his orgasm rising. He felt Arthur's steel grip against his arms as he felt teeth sink into his neck. "AH!" Alfred moaned in a scream. White ribbons of sperm flew and splashed whatever surface it landed on white. Alfred shivered and tightened on Arthur's hardened cock that Arthur struggled on thrusting back it. It didn't matter because Arthur only had a few strokes left in him before he came deeply inside of Alfred. This was the best pleasure, feeding and cumming together.

He made sure not to feed to heavily, just a few sips. However, Arthur knew that Alfred's blood was addictive and stopping seemed to hurt him. His body craved Alfred's life, but he pulled away and licked his lips. "You taste as heavenly as ever," moaned Arthur as kissed Alfred and layed besides him, "You are my precious flower."

"That was good, beyond good," moaned Alfred as he sailed in the highs of nirvana. He curled into Arthur's chest and moaned as he felt Arthur's dick slip out of him. However, he didn't feel the rush of seamen flowing out him. "Odd," he mumbled.

"What is?" whispered Arthur.

Alfred shivered as he felt Arthur's cool hands rub against his back. "Nothing is coming out of me. Maybe it's stuck or just waiting to come out." Arthur nodded, not really picking up on anything because, he too, was in an orgasimic high and just wanted to be close to Alfred.

"Maybe the later, love," Arthur kissed Alfred's sweaty head and licked his lips, "I love you. Always will, but I have to go see my brother." Arthur sat up and groaned, as did Alfred. The vampire swung his legs over the bed, but was shocked up he felt warm arms wrap around his chest and pull him back down. "Alfred?"

"I want to cuddle first. When I fall asleep you can go see your brother." Alfred covered them with a blanket and put Arthur's hand back on his back to signify he want Arthur to keep rubbing. This earned a whole-hearted chuckle from the vampire, who complied to the request because he wanted to feel close to his beloved.

Looking down at his red stained hands made the new vampire shudder. "W-what did I just do?" he asked himself. Matthew was afraid of himself now because he didn't know what he could do with his new powers. He looked at the corpse that was left of his maker and licked his lips. The blood had tasted sour and wasn't filling, but it did sate the thirst that ran through his throat from before. "What do I do now?" He got up and looked at the door. "I can leave now."

God did Matthew want to leave, but he stayed frozen in place. "Monsters like me don't get a happy ever after." The new vampire sat down and curled on the floor. "Maybe I'll die here. Wither away like the monster in me deserves." He chuckled at that thought and hugged himself. His thoughts were against each other, though, because some wanted him to die. However, other thoughts wanted him to live so that he could find his brother and who that red eyed man - Gilbert - was. "I still wonder who you are . . . Gilbert. Maybe you were supposed to be my knight in shining armour. Eh, monsters don't get that happiness though." Closing his eyes, Matthew breathed out an apology.

Sorry. I guess I failed you.

Matthew curled into himself and just kept thinking about what the what ifs. He allowed the memories to eat him up and make him relive his life from before. He fell into a deep sleep as Matthew Williams and "awoke" as Mattea Jones. Snow fell outside of her window as she waited in her rocking chair inside her small cottage in colonial Canada. "Gilbert . . ." she whispered as she waited for him to appear, "I'm waiting for you." She hummed as she looked at her knit work she was working on and smiled lightly. It was red, like Gilbert's eyes, and was taking the form of a small hat. "I have a surprise for you."

He heard it. It was barely a whisper, but did Gilbert hear his name being called. He looked around and blinked in a dazed-like way. "Who?" He questioned as he looked around. It was like he could smell the acidic smell of vampire's blood. He could feel the coolness of the dungeon stone against his skin. "Mattie?"

"Bruder?" Ludwig asked as he looked at his brother with concern, "Gilbert?" He shook his brother lightly.

Gilbert blinked and shook his head lightly before rubbing it. "What?" He looked with an expression of expectation, a happy one too, "Oh, Luddy." The albino seemed saddened that it was only his brother. Red-eyes looks around against to be sure and sighed.

"Are you hearing her again?" asked Ludwig as he sat by his brother. When he saw his brother nod he gripped his brother's arm reassuringly. "What's wrong?"

"I don't know Lud. I don't, but she's sad. She's alone and scared. I can feel how scared she is. I can feel her desire to die. Lud, it scares me. I-I need to go to here now." Gilbert stood up and nodded, "Yes, I'm going to Franny's place now."

Ludwig stood and stopped his brother by holding onto his arm. "That is suicide. We don't know if this is a trick or not."

"I don't care, Ludwig, I need to find her," Gilbert seethed at his younger brother, "You'd do the same for Feli. Antonio for Lovi. Arthur for Alfred. Ivan for Yao. Berwald for Tino. I have to do this for my love. You, of all people, should know this!" Gilbert looked at his brother with something that the younger had never seen before: desperation. "Let me do this. Not for me, but for her." The older sibling waited a few seconds before feeling his brother's grip leave his arm.

"I'm going with you then, as your backup." Gilbert nodded and smiled in thanks. "We leave tonight. That sound okay?" Against, Gilbert nodded because he knew why his brother rather leave at night, the sun. The brother embraced for a few seconds and separated.

"I'll have you soon, my dearest." Gilbert walked to his room and pulled out a box from underneath his bed. He blew at the dust that had accumulated on it. As he opened it he pulled out the knife. He knew it was still as sharp as the day it went it, yet he pulled it out of it's sheath. The albino was met with his non-existing reflection in the silver blade. He then pulled out his standard handgun from the Second World War. "That Russian bastard better not see you one me or else we'll never hear the end of it from him," he joked to his old firearm from the last days of Prussia. He knew it worked as well as it did during his time as an S.S guard. "Together, my friends, we'll save my beloved."

Soon Mattie. Soon.

There was a soft knock on Gilbert's door a few hours later. "It's getting close to twilight. Are you ready, bruder?" Ludwig was dressed in a tight black turtleneck and black military pants. Black leather gloves hugged against his pale skin, as did the standard issued WWII pistol that all S.S officers carried. Tucked in his midnight combat boots was his knife that he had earned when he was a foot soldier during during German Peasants' War.

"Ja," replied Gilbert as he rose from his bed. He, too, doned a form fitting black long-sleeved shirt that tucked into black military issued pants. However, his Luger pistol was tucked in it's holster that resided against his side and under his arm; his short sword from his pirate years was strapped against his right calf, while his old knife from his humans years was tucked against his lower back. "I am very ready. I want her." His brother nodded and they left quietly.

"Fuck living in Great Britain!" groaned Gilbert as he paced the empty car of the Eurostar, "Having to travel through human public transportation. This is totally un-awesome for us vampires! I mean this is laughing stock worthy if fucking Ivan or Andersen, hell Elizabeta saw us traveling like this."

"Better than being soaked from the near constant rainfall and being miserable in the cold if we were to have flown. And, I prefer it in Great Britain than Germany," Ludwig confessed.

Red- eyes widened in horror. "Excuse me?! But Great Britain is so lame compared to our homeland!Well yours, mine more awesome!"

"Ja and nein," responded Ludwig, "In Great Britain we are protected from threats because hunters and werewolves tend to leave Great Britain to us. In Germany it's like werewolf central and we are not guaranteed safety from the hunters. Some of the hunters would gladly kill you and I on the spot for just knowing we were fighting for our homeland during World War II or the blood that we shed during the 1800s. At least then they didn't make their way to the New World and we had a safezone to flee to. Then they came to the New World, but Arthur struck that deal with them about Great Britain being his and his to handle. So, it's nice to have sanctuary now."

Gilbert nodded, but was too eager in nearly jumping in eagerness as the train made it's way to actually land. "Thank Gott! We can move much faster on foot that this pathetic thing!" When the train stopped to unload and load new passengers did the brothers jump out and quickly ran at a speed that was invisible to others. "Follow me! I know where his place is." The younger did just that. The cool wind wisped against the vampire's skin and bit lightly at the strengthened flesh that was exposed. Soon the trees that the pair has sprinted through parted to reveal the hidden villa. It looked like something from a horror story because it was so unkempt: vines crawled over the majority the villa, as did moss. "Gott! He'd never let his place get so bad if he was all there like he was a few centuries ago!"

"If he was as weird about his house as he was his hair then I believe you." The younger quietly looked around and listened. He sniffed the air and frowned. "Smells like blood, old blood." The older sniffed and grimaced because vampire blood has a particular smell that makes it specifically like no other thing imaginable. "Hunters?"

Gilbert looked around and walked inside, following his nose. "Nein, most people don't know of this place. I bet that even with this place recorded the hunters have never touched it because of how secluded it is here. Not to mention as time went on Francis became more of myth than fact, well it seemed." Soon the older found the location of the pungent scent and froze. "No way!" He walked into the dungeon and looked at the remains of his former friend. There was blood everywhere, along with pieces of flesh. It was something that a brutal monster would do, hell it looked liked a werewolf mauled him. "What the hell?!"

"It looks like something or someone ripped him apart with his hands." Ludwig studied the remains and wonder. "There's a sweeter smell. Like maple syrup?"

"That's Mattie's blood," concluded Gilbert, "He turned her, I felt the bond snap. So do you think she could have done this? I mean newborns tend to be unpredictable and are acting upon the whim of their hunger." Ludwig looked around before he picked up Francis' head. "What are you doing, Lud?"

Steel blue eyes locked onto Gilbert's. "Arthur needs to see this." Gilbert nodded at the response and found a burlap sac. "Danke," spoke Ludwig as he put the head inside the bag, "We should go back. Report this so Arthur can find the newborn before much damage is done to innocent humans."

"Ja," Gilbert sighed. His heart hurt because it had wanted so badly to see his beloved. However, fate was against him this eve. "Ja, let's go." The sooner this got done meant the sooner that Gilbert would meet with his love again, "I just wonder what happened to her."

"Heracles!" boomed a voice, "Wake up!" The owner of the voice shook the sleeping Grecian harshly, "Come on! You lazy ass!"

Weary green eyes blinked and focused slowly. "Hmm?" Tanned lids blinked, "What is the matter?" The Grecian sat up slowly, feeling his back crack back into place, and he looked tiredly at the violet eyes. "What do you Roderich?" He stretched and stood to his height, standing a bit taller than the Austrian.

"You missed the meeting again, sleeping idiot," seethed Roderich, "I don't want to keep getting in trouble for covering your ass anymore." Violet eyes stared up at tired evergreen eyes. The Austrian huffed and rubbed his temples. "Heracles you are here for a reason becau-"

"Because my family was killed by vampires and I was raised alongside Abel and Anri? I know this Roderich, but I don't care about killing vampires like my adoptive siblings do." Heracles looked at the Roderich and saw the doubt, "I am being serious because if you keep hating something that wasn't in your control then, you are are wasting you life. It's called forgiveness. Wasn't it you who taught me that lesson?"

The Austrian sighed and rubbed the back of his head lightly. He thought quietly about what to say next and realized that it was true. "I guess you are right, but you know that it is forbidden to speak anything good about the vampires. The Van de Bergs hate them for some reason that I do not know of."

"What did I miss in the meeting?"

"Francis Bonnefoy is dead," Roderich spoke, "Murdered in his own home and by, to what we assume, his creation. The boy is a teenager and is suffering from the change. He is unresponsive for now, in a deep sleep." The Austrian mumbled a bit as he thoughts ran amok.

Heracles looked at Roderich and seemed to know what was flowing through the man's head. "Do you think that Elizabeta would know what has happened?"

"No, I don't. I am surprised you remember her because you were young when you meet her."

"Of course I remember her. She is beautiful," Heracles began to recite her appearance by his child memory, "Her long wavy, brown hair that graced down to her lower back. She had eyes that burned of liquid green, they were so alive for someone that has been dead for so long. Her skin was faintly kissed by the sun, just barely. You are madly in love with her too."

Roderich blushed at the statement and touched his neck softly. "I am that. She is her own species of vampire and if the others could see her for who she is then they wouldn't hunt anymore. Elizabeta has spent a large portion of her life protecting humans and helping them. She's donated large sums of money to help whoever and whatever she can," Roderich bit his lip a bit, "The only thing I asked of her was for her to take me with her and she refused. She didn't want to taint me and only took a little of my blood. Then, she left. I haven't seen her since." That saddened the vampire hunter, well librarian now. He loved her, but she couldn't hurt the one that she loved. "I guess it is for the best. Now I'm the damned librarian and information specialist."

"I hope that you find her again. Someday." Heracles wondered about his own future. He was a twenty-five year old and has been single for as long as he remembered. For some reason he couldn't bring himself to find someone because he knew that his significant other wouldn't like being pulled into a hunter's life. It wasn't fair and he knew it. "Someday," repeated Heracles as he kept wondering.

"Ja, someday," cheered Roderich, "But for today you have an assignment. Abel wants you, myself, and Isabella to go to visit Arthur Kirkland about the death of Francis, being Francis' only living and awake member."

Heracles nodded. "When do we leave then? It take time to get there and I don't want a new recruit, Isabella, to be on edge when we go there. The safe zone and all." Heracles started walking to the door.

"Abel wants us there by the end of the week."

The Greek nodded and looked outside. "That will be fine then. Thank you Rody."

Maybe I'll see that said Asian man again. He seemed so interesting then.

Kiku sat and looked outside the window quietly. It was another day. A day to be alone and feel lost. Out of all the vampires that lived here, a grand total of about twenty, he was the only one that never really assimilated well into the new lifestyle forced upon him. Kiku clenched his fists into his yukata as he thought about his life. Every single detail was hitting him and it hurt him. The nearly one hundred and fifty year old was suffering and his maker didn't understand, yet other vampires in the house saw the Japanese man's suffering. However, the only one that comforted him was his maker's mate, Ivan.

It was odd that out of all the vampire's in the house that Ivan Braginski would help the suffering vampire. Ivan would bring the younger vampire blood bags and offer him help whenever he needed it, or if he could help the younger. The Russian had a lot of experience and offering whatever he could to the ailing vampire meant something because Ivan knew he needed to, somewhat, atone for his misuse of powers against his poor fledging, Gilbert. "You seem hurting today," spoke Ivan as he sat across Kiku, "What is on your mind? I promise to-"

"Not tell Yao. You always promise and always keep your promise to me, for which I thank you Ivan-sama." Kiku just kept looking outside the window and watched for the signs of life that lay outside in the sunlit world. "I am always hurting, Ivan-sam-"

"Please do not call me by your honorifics. I do not deserve them, nor should I be given an honorific higher than the Kirkland brothers," interrupted Ivan, "I am here to listen to you, please talk to me. It hurts Yao to see you like this."

Kiku frowned at the name of his maker and clenched his yukata harder. "Does it ever occur to him that I'm like this because of him? I hurt because of what he did? Or does he not see it?" the younger vampire relaxed a bit and bit his lips as he remembered more bits about his life. He rubbed his temple and sighed. Ivan touched Kiku's shoulder in a sign to comfort. "I'm so tired of this. Tired of being alive and my family dead. Tired of being alone because no one understands me or what I'm going through!"

"Kiku you're not the only one that is single, nor the only one here that was turned against their will," reminded Ivan, "You should listen to Arthur's words, he has great advice and he is an example. Arthur was turned into a vampire and forced to live for centuries alone, as in close to millennium alone, until he found his soulmate. Since he found Alfred he has been like a new person, regardless of Alfred's untimely deaths. You just need to find your soulmate and things will change."

"It's been so long and the world has moved on without me," started Kiku, "I-I don't think I could find my soulmate and if I did I wouldn't want to start anything because this life isn't worth it. I couldn't change my soulmate into this darkness, nor could I live on for long once he or she was gone." Kiku shook his head and bowed his head so Ivan couldn't see his facial expression.

Ivan stood up and walked to lean against the wall by the window. He thought carefully for a few minutes and closed his eyes. "Take it from me, Kiku, I have lived a long time without being with anyone close. I only had my sisters, but we departed from each other to search the world and become something by ourselves. I was only a few centuries old at the time, but my one sister was murdered by Francis. It hurt to believe that Yekaterina was dead, I miss her still because she was like my mother. She raised me and Natalia, my younger sister, when our parents passed away." Ivan breathed a bit and licked his lips. He leaned more against the wall and looked outside. "Out of rage I turned someone, Gilbert. I was low and I abandoned him, a new vampire. I am a disgrace for that, but he turned out better without me. After that I moved around and made my way to China, which at the time was a major desire of all western nations. I didn't think about what had happened in the past, after Kat had been murdered, because I was hollow on the inside. However, it changed because I met Yao in China and it was like life was breathed back into me. I was happy again, I could feel things. I guess I am saying that the moral of this story is that happiness will find you when you are at a low in your life." The Russian turned around and looked at Kiku, "Do you understand now?"

"How can you push yourself to live so long? I'm no where near your or Arthur's age when you found your mates and I can't," Kiku clenched his heart and bit his lip, "It just seems that it is impossible."

"Nothing is impossible, Kiku, you just have to be patient," responded Ivan as he walked towards the door, "As a vampire that is our first lesson. Patience." He left quietly and shut the door as his large body left.

Kiku looked up and out the window. "Patience only goes so far. I hope mine can last." His dazed brown eyes watched a bird nestle with it's mate, "I only wish." He missed his wife, despite the arranged marriage and his like for his own gender. Kiku did love her and his children, three boys and girl. The young vampire was madly in love his baby girl, she had Kiku wrapped around her finger from the moment she was born. It hurt to think that he never was able to say goodbye to his family, but especially his sweet daughter Emiko. There was that one time that he was able to see her from a distance and he saw his grandchildren. He was happy for her. Kiku closed his eyes and daydreamed about better times in his life.

That it's all folks, for now at least. Trying to introduce more characters and their backgrounds, as well as the other supernaturals and hunters into the picture. I'm trying to plan something big with it all - I hope at least. Thanks for reading and review please~