↬βʃѻѻɗӯ Σɳɗ↫A Vampire Hetalia RP Closed

[The-Symmetry-Reaper]

ȺɾȶҕυɾxxxxxxxxӃɨӷɮʆαȵʠ

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Do you know where your heart is? xxxxxxxxxx Well, bless my soul xxxxxxxxxxDo you know what your fate is?
Do you think you can find it?xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxYou're a lonely soul xxxxxxxxxxAnd are you trying to shake it?
Or did you trade it for somethingxxxxxxxxxxxxCause you won't let goxxxxxxxxYou're doing your best and
Somewhere better just to have it?xxxxxxxxxxxOf anything you holdxxxxxxxxxYour best look
Do you know where your love is?xxxxxxxxxxxWell, all I needxxxxxxxxxxxxxxYou're praying that you make it
Do you think that you lost it?xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxIs the air I breathe
You felt it so strong, butxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAnd a place to rest
Nothing's turned out how you wantedxxxxxxxxxMy head

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Tending to the many wounds was tough work, Luckily Britain knew he had plenty of bandages to place on the cuts and bruises, but the deeper wounds would require stitching up so they could heal properly, Which would take some time to do, but they would in time, all wounds did, even if they took quite some time and left a scar in their wake, they would heal up, though one scar on a nations body was nothing really, especially one as old as France, who was significantly older than England himself, though looking only a few years older in human years. It truly was a mystery how they could stay in their prime while others grew old and died, instead of them doing the same and having someone else take up their mantle as said country they ruled. Though to be honest England was happy having lived for as long as he had, if not he wouldn't have been able to make as many friends as he had, and likely never would have been able to meet America, whom was still his little brother in his mind and heart. He shook his head a bit to rid himself of those thoughts, not wanting to feel down at a time like this, he needed to keep France's hopes up for survival, even if a little bit.

Shaking his head at the others thanks he spoke out. "France, I told you already, no need to thank me, I know you would do the same if I were the one in critical condition." Arthur spoke out truthfully, well as far as he knew that statement had been true, France had come to see England when he was sick, as did America, who seemed to think hamburgers would help his sickness, and even going so far as to nestle one on his forehead, America wasn't the brightest nation by any means, but at least his heart had been in the right place. "Maybe some of what i taught that Yankee rubbed off on him, maybe there is gentleman somewhere under his less than appealing attitude." England thought to himself as he rubbed bandaged up a cleaned wound, concentrating on another one afterward. "After this I'll whip you up something to eat old chap, no need for you to go hungry, and I'll make sure you get a drink too." The Englishman spoke out to the other, a drink referring to the blood pack sitting not far off from the two of them. France would need something to drink after this no doubt, and couldn't have him attacking his staff.

Reaching a particularly nasty one of the wounds, on that wouldn't be easily patched up with disinfectant and bandages, England dug around in the supplies he'd been handed, quickly retrieving a tongue depressor, followed by stitching material. Looking to France he held the tongue depressor to his mouth. "Here bite down on this, it will help suppress the cries of pain." England informed to the other, an old trick to help prevent France from screaming, it worked after all on other people, so why not Francis as well. After getting the tongue depressor in the others mouth he focused on the wound. "This will pinch a little, but you've had worse, I've kicked your arse ten times worse than this." Arthur spoke, letting out a small laugh, trying to make light of the situation, even if it was less than a happy one, he could try at least right, and using their past skirmishes as a means to lighten the mood should help some right? They'd both fought rather viciously against one another, though England was always the victor, having been stronger than France for so long and only growing stronger. He could comment on the times he handed France his own a** on a silver platter and sent him running home.

Glancing up at the others face, noticing he'd closed his eyes and a tear streamed from his eyes, England's features softened, reaching up he wiped the tear with his sleeve. Shaking his head and looking back down at the wound while he stitched it. "France, keep yourself together, you have to think about others as well, your home may be the way it is now, but think of Seychelles, think of Monaco, and the others that depend on your help, if you can't keep yourself together, how will they ever go on knowing their caretaker has given up." England spoke, lightly scolding the other, shaking his head a bit. "Do you really want them to be submitted to the fate that we walk, having to forever cling to the shadows, envious of those in the light? Remember Seychelles, she lives on a tropical island, hiding from the sun is likely very difficult, we need to get you healed up and in contact with her, and if we can't reach her, we're going to see her." England continued. "We're also going to check on everyone that we care for, make sure none of them are dead or dying." England finished. Just wanting to let his thoughts out in the open to the other.

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I said I all I needxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI said all I needxxxxxxxxxxxxxxDo you know where the end is
Is the air I breathexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxIs the air I breathexxxxxxxxxxxxDo you think you can see it?
And a place to restxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAnd a place to restxxxxxxxxxxxWell, until you get there
My headxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxMy headxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxGo on, go ahead and scream it

[Blade Havok]

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she( e n d u r e s )liketheMOON---------
l x o x v x e // Austria---------------------------
she( w a n d e r s )intheNIGHT---------
l x o x c x a x t x i x o x n // Austria's Home ---------------------------

Elizaveta awaited her "daughter" from outside the bathroom. Lili once had the most beautiful blond braids that hung over her shoulders. She'd cut them. Elizaveta wasn't angry by means, but she did miss the girl's golden locks. She had a more refreshing, clean-cut appearance, but there was something to be said about dressing Lili up with braids in a dress. She personally felt a little guilty that Lili had her hair cut short and preferred wearing pants. The girl was more masculine than feminine despite her soft-spoken, feminine nature, more than Hungary was so she thought it was a waste. She partially blamed herself for not setting a good enough example for this girl to be a girl. She was such a cute girl as well... She sighed. Well, bygones were bygones.

She rocked on to her feet when she heard the doorknob turn. She looked over to see Lili shuffling out rather nervously. There was a certain color in her features. She wished the girl did not look always so downcast. She was a cute girl with a kind, earnest personality. Were she a man, not wholly attracted to certain others, a bit younger, and certainly not her mother-figure, she would have quite liked this girl. It actually meant quite a lot from Hungary, who was once sure that she was he. She was the idealistic waif-like girl if not a bit flimsy and easily blown about in the winds.

She placed her hands on the girl's shoulders to get her attention as she bent her knees a bit. She used one of her hands to briefly gently tilt the girl's head up to meet her eyes. She stated firmly, "Look at me when you're talking to me." Elizaveta was firm but understanding. Even though she chided the girl, she smiled thereafter to reassure her that she would not be angry with her. Still, she knew she'd taught the girl better, standing up straight and head held high regardless of gender or whom she spoke to. She looked down in the girl's hand as she held out the bra. To small for her? The girl must have grown then.

Out of the sewing kit, she had brought along with her, she pulled out the fabric tape measure. She put her hands beneath Lili's arms and stated, "Arms up and hold still." She measured the girl's bust and underbust quickly. Then she took the bra out of her hands to check the size. Sure enough, the size was a few inches too short. This girl uncomfortably straddled two sizes, bigger than Hungary had assumed. "You're right. We'll have to fix that, won't we?" She smiled warmly at her as she ran her fingers lovingly throw the girl's bangs and back towards her ear.

"We'll find you something, but first, let me hem your sleeves and pants. Roderich's clothing will swallow you up and cause you to trip if we're not careful." She reassured with care, accidentally using a casual reference toward her ex-husband but not noticing that she did so. It felt almost too nostalgic to be there in that home with Lili as she hemmed the girl's clothing. The girl had certainly grown taller even if she did not seem to have put on any weight. She pinned her cuffs a bit and the same with her ankles. "I'll find you something more comfortable to sleep in tonight, and I'll sew these up then." She was no great seamstress, but any good wife of Austria learned to darn socks and clothing rather than have to go buy new ones as she might have been accustomed to.

She took Lili by the hand then and escorted her down the hall back to the old maid quarters. That was where she found the undergarments before, the extra clothing there. She shifted through some leftover bras, not finding the exact size due to the scant choices but finding something just bigger, which would do all right. She handed the lacy piece to Lili, "There you are. This one will be a bit big, but don't worry about that. You're at an age where having a bra is better than no bra at all. It's a bit roomy, but I think you might be able to fill into it. After you get changed, we can return to Austria and Romania."


---------she( e l u d e s )likeanECLIPSE
--------------------controlled && firm // e x m x o x t x i x o x n
---------she( d e f i e s )fromtheSHADOWS
--------------------sabre, handkerchiefs, bandages // i x t x e x m x s

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[AphroditeStrife]

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Ҏҿϯҿʀ Ҝΐʀҝʆɑɳɗ
Micronation
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☸What I might miss the most
xxxxxxxxxxxxxis having fun with my friends☸

'Cause there ain't nothing to it
Location:America's Housexxx
Just got to do itxxxxxx
Status:A little bruised and banged up: Scaredxxxxxxxxx

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Everything was so not cool right now, Sealand couldn't find anyone really, well not from his new family, not Sweden, not Finland... no one. He'd tried calling Latvia, and he didn't pick up either, he was starting to get really worried... then the shipments to his country stopped coming. They had a lot of water, for emergencies, and desalination units, even if that water tasted gross, they wouldn't ever run out of water, but eating only fish was getting old... and it was way out of season for his little greenhouse to give them anything edible. So, little Peter decided to go find out what was going on, and see one of his big brothers.

When he got to the main land, it was like something out of a horror movie! He stayed outside London for a couple days, but Britian was covered by thick clouds, and there hadn't been a break at all... and those freaky vampire things wanted to make him dinner... so he go out of there. He tried to call Canada, but he didn't pick up, and finally he managed to get a hold of America's house. Alfred was there, and his maid said that he'd help anyone that came there...

So, he was going to America's house, to try and get something for his people back home, find out where any of the Nordic states were... and also to be protected from those vampire people. Since Sealand was out in the middle of the ocean, he hadn't even known about the disease until he got to the main land. No wonder they hadn't gotten their monthly shipment of supplies... He had his back pack full of stuff to eat, and his lap top, but his baseball bat (which might have been a present from America at some point, he didn't quite remember, but at first, it was cool... then it turned very not cool, there were probably a hundred baseballs on the sea floor all around his country because he'd hit one and lose it).

He managed to stay hidden most of the time, and if he did have to fight, he could usually hit them really hard in the knees and run. He'd fallen a couple times, his knees were scraped up, and his elbows too... his white shirt was pretty dirty, but he really didn't have that many injuries, and he hadn't gotten bitten. He wasn't sure exactly what might happen if he did get bit, he didn't have mobile wi-fi, so he couldn't check his mail and stuff... he would have known about it then from his friends that were affected...

Peter was worried about Wy, she was a tough girl, but she was a girl... Arthur had taught him to be nice toward girls... all the micronations actually... he didn't want any of them to be hurt... So what was he doing? Running to America for help... he wanted to be a big, strong country, but he was little right now, and vampires were scary. It was hard to stay cheerful, but when he found kids that were alone, he tended to smile a lot and share his chocolate with them... America's home was really sad, he wanted to help...

To bad for him, he didn't make it to the house before dark, and the blood suckers were out, and boy did they seem to like young boy blood because they were chasing him. Once he lost one, two more would show up. He ran up to America's door and started to pound, then he turned around with his bat to fend off anyone that tried to eat him... he was most certainly not dinner!

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You've got to own it, own it
xxxInventory:Baseball bat, backpack with his laptop, water, sandwiches and chocolate bars
xxxxxxWelcome to the beat of your own drum
xxxxxxxxxParty:No one

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☸Sealand remains a human☸

[Rosaline Faye]

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XXXXXнαиα sσσXXXXX
ｎｏｒｔｈ ｋｏｒｅａ

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Chaotic. That was the word that North Korea had chosen for the event that was happening all over the world. When she had first heard of the Virius she thought of it as down right ridicules. Surely it was a silly story that Romania had made up, after all it was about Vampires. Of course she ended up finding out it was indeed the truth when one of her people tried to bite her neck. She had been overwhelmed with all sorts of emotions and because she was she wasn't even able to act right away.

When she did get her emotions and thoughts together. She started to fear of what had become of her people. How many had been infected? How many died by the infected ones? Where they all blood thirsty monsters? Eventually she stopped worrying and started to take action by getting the ones that hadn't been infected to safety.

After she was positive that her people, that were not infected by the virius, where safe she gathered every book she could on vampires and studied them. She didn't bother with the fact if they where non-fiction, fiction, etc. She just needed to learn about them in order to do what ever needed to be done. She then told the information she gathered to her people who where still humans before proceeding to gather the equipment she needed to defend herself in case she was attacked again.

With the safety of her people dealt with she turned her attention to her family, in other words the Asian countries and her brother. She did not know where every one had gone to. If they had remained in their countries or gone to someone else's home. She knew one thing for sure. That China was most likely with Japan or Russia. She decided she would go to China's house first to see if he was there. North Korea did not know what to expect when she got there, but what ever she did find she knew one thing for sure. Her feelings for China would not change even if she was to discover that he had been infected by the virius.

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Species -- Mood -- Location -- With -- Actions -- Love

Human -- Prepared -- China's House -- No One. -- Ringing the Door Bell -- China and Russia

Translation:

[AphroditeStrife]

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Ѧʆʄʀҿɗ Ҏ. Ɉѻɳҿʂ
Land of the Free
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★What I might miss the most
xxxxxxxxxxxxxis walking in the sun★

You see I cannot be forsaken
Location:His Housexxx
Because I’m not the only onexxxxxx
Status:Vampire: Uninjured: Betterxxxxxxxxx

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America looked down at Vietnam and smiled a little, "totally, hamburgers fix anything." He opened the first aide kit, which was pretty big... he was a big guy, and he started pulling stuff out. He frowned a little and picked up a roll of duct tape... "What's that doing in there?" He put it to the side and he found what he was looking for. "Aha," he pulled the vial out. "This is awesome, it's surgical grade glue that the awesome doctors here use sometimes instead of stitches. I think it will scar the least for you, and if you rest, your vampire healing special powers and crap will take over. I'm lousy at sewing, and it'll hurt less!" He guessed he should have paid attention to Arthur and his boring needlepoint lessons, but he'd rather go fire guns and run around...

Taiwan cam in just as he started to take the worst of the wounds and glue it up. This stuff was super awesome, and it was even easier to use then he thought it would be! He made sure to clean everything really good first, then he sealed it up! If Arthur was taking care of Linh, then he'd totally sewed her up, man that would hurt. Taiwan put the stuff down, and he smiled a little at her assurance she could make his shirt look good on a girl... as a dress. He chuckled a little, "I'm sure my shirt would have never look better either."

He closed the other bad gash, then he used butterfly bandages on the ones that weren't too bad, then he bandaged her up. He was covered in blood now, and his work was done... he couldn't help with getting her dressed and stuff. "I'm gonna go wash my hands, she's in your hands Taiwan." He winked at her, then smiled at Vietnam, before he walked back toward his room and into the bath room.

He noticed his shirt was stained too, and he sighed. He pulled it off and tossed it in the hamper, before using his elbow to turn the light on in his washroom. Alfred cleaned up, feeling much better then he had the last time he'd had to clean up... he felt almost normal... other then wanting to eat everyone, which he promptly ignored, he was feeling pretty good. He grabbed a tank top this time, just a white one, and he didn't worry about his jacket, people seemed to be bleeding a lot, he didn't want to stain it.

Right about the time he was pulling his dog tags out of the shirt, he heard banging on the door. He ran out, calling out to Taiwan and Vietnam, "stay in the room!" He took his gun out and ran down the stairs. The pounding had stopped, but he threw the bolts and opened it, his gun out. A very human little boy was standing on the stoop, trying to keep vampires off of him with a baseball bat. America grabbed the little boy and lifted him up, kicking his boot into one vamp that was too close, shooting another one in the head. The one that wasn't dead got up and ran off, and Sealand was now hanging onto him around the shoulders, his little body shaking.

Alfred moved and quickly shut the door, bolting it. He could smell some fresh blood on Peter, but it wasn't much. It worried him that the boy had come all the way here, when he could have just gone to Arthur's... what was happening to Britain? "Hey pipsqueak, it's alright, you're fine... I won't let them hurt you." He carried him up the stairs, putting his gun back at his hip. "It's alright girls," he called, "it's just my little brother." His stupid little brother that shouldn't have come all this way... but probably had a pretty good reason why he had.

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We walk amongst you, feeding, raping
xxxInventory:A Colt .45, Blood bagx3
xxxxxxMust we hide from everyone
xxxxxxxxxParty:Taiwan, Vietnam, Sealand

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★America has become a vampire★

[CalypsoNakamura]

You dare to stand before me?
Do you understand what this means?
It's too late to mourn now
You can't go back after finding out
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ｉｓ ｆｏｒｅｖｅｒ ｃｈａｎｇｅｄ
{~ ｖａｍｐｉｒｅ ~}

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You're shaking? What's happened?
Your heart must be freezing over
Don't worry, for it'll be over soon
After breaking apart into little pieces

Yao slowly made himself get up, leaning on the wall for support. He wasn't young as most others, so his body was under a lot of strain. His emotional health wasn't that great either. He had always been paranoid of other nations, but now he was scared of his own people. He took on the isolation he used to have centuries ago...in his own room. It was like a prison, surrounded by his belongings, and only them.

So, it wasn't a surprise that, when Kiku walked into his room, the older nation practically hugged the life out of him, his shoulders shaking a little bit. He was so happy to see his brother. More than anyone could really realize. Only person who had ever had to feel this way, worse even, was Ludwig, since he had been separated from Gilbert for a long time. Yao's relationship with Kiku now was far from when the Japanese man was younger, but it didn't mean he still didn't care for his younger brother.

"You don't know how happy I am to see you, aru..." He whispered into his shoulder, sniffling and standing back to rub at his face with the back of his hand. Looking down, his eyes flashed with pain and he looked away, tsking. He didn't need those...things. Then again...the stale scent of blood still on his breath made him think twice. "S-so...uh...w-was the..trip okay, aru?" He tilted his head at the door and coughed awkwardly. "u-uh...who could that be...c-can someone answer that please, aru?"

A young woman, avoiding the Chinese master, answered the door, peeking slightly. "Hello? Oh, nihao. Do come in. Mr. Wang is in his room with Mr. Honda."



This flame burns within the ice
When the bluish white light of superiority radiates
I will captivate you with my eyes
Think of it as your privilege.
Burning on the Flaming Ice!

[The-Symmetry-Reaper]

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Νɠʉӌєȵ ζɩɳɦ
Nước Cộng hòa xã hội chủ nghĩa Việt Nam
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✖ Độc lập – Tự do – Hạnh phúc✖

Well go get your shovel
Location:America's Housexxx
And we'll dig a deep holexxxxxx
Status:Physical,Injured,but patched up:Emotional, Happy and contentxxxxxxxxx

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Watching Alfred with content eyes, Vietnam watched him rifling through his bag of medicinal supplies, that he planned to help her with,. "Yes America, hamburgers fix everything, you keep thinking that." she joked lightly with the other. He was such an upbeat and cheerful young nation, seeming him grow up from the young little nation he was under England's care, into a strong young man was really amazing, he'd been so small and not so strong, then he grew up and became such a powerful nation, yet didn't become twisted or changed for that gained power, he stayed his bright and sunny self, it really was something to admire about him. She could fondly remember him helping her out in the Vietnam war, when she was struggling badly and was quite torn up, though America hadn't been able to completely stop the war, he'd sure made an impact and the war had ended later on, though to be quite honest, it didn't seem there had been any victor in the war, that tragic and bloody history was only a horrible civil war between her people. Something she never hoped she'd have to deal with again, and she prayed nobody else would either. Seeing your own people killing one another so viciously was heartbreaking.

Noticing the duct tape she raised a skeptical brow, seeing America's reaction, she too wondered why one would have such tape in a bag of medical supplies, it wasn't meant for that purpose, had he put it there on accident, or had it been purposeful at one time, and just had slipped his mind. She guessed it could be used to tape down gauze and other things to keep pressure on a wound so it didn't bleed out, but there was medical tape for that, so it really was a mystery. She was quite relieved he didn't plan to use it on her, opting instead to use surgical glue. Which was a better idea than stitches, not only were stitches more painful, they were prone to leaving scars in the places they were placed. Not that a nation didn't have scars on their bodies, but if you could prevent even one that was a good thing right? She thought so, and proceed to let America tend to her wounds, though they hurt, she knew it would only hurt worse if she moved to much, so she stayed still, just watching America work. Mentioning vampire healing power though surprised Vietnam, sure vampires were known in folklore to be notoriously fast healers, but to think that was true was odd.


Why had her wounds stayed so bad, probably her lack of sustenance contributed to that. Switching her gaze to Taiwan when she entered with an arm full of various things, she curiously eyed the clothing, yes she knew she was going to be wearing America's clothing, but it just felt a bit odd, she'd rather wear her own, but seeing as the were ripped and bloody, doing so wasn't really an option, if she could manage a trip back to her country, without getting too much attention from humans or vampires, she could gather up some supplies from her home and return to America's house and have clothing enough to stay here for awhile, she was quite content with that idea. She had two good friends here to visit with and better yet it was safer than her home at the time being. A small smile on her face, though it was forced, seeing the clothing options, she wasn't the most fashionable country in the world, but Taiwan promised to make her look great in what she'd gathered, and Linh trusted the other, Mei had always been one of the most fashionable Asian nations. "I wouldn't trust anyone else when it comes to fashion." Vietnam stated with a small chuckle, though was really being serious, most men would likely try to have her dress promiscuously, and Linh was shy about her appearance, so didn't wear such clothing, and there weren't really many other girl nations she spent alot of time around, so Taiwan was always her fashion consultant, she knew how to dress conservative and nicely simultaneously.

America's little comment about his shirt brought a light blush to the Vietnamese girl's face, though it soon faded, from the looks of what she was going to be wearing, she wouldn't have much, hopefully she could get something better later, but she trusted Taiwan wouldn't let her go around flashing anything to anyone, she was a girl too, so she knew the embarrassment one of them would suffer if that happened. When America finished, Vietnam sat up in the bed more, her hands in her lap. "Thank you America." she thanked again, watching as he left, her attention shifted to Mei once again and she gave a warm smile. "It's been too long since we've seen each other." Linh spoke kindly, the two were really close friends, seeing as they were two of the rare female Asian nations, surrounded mainly by men, so they had to stick together alot, thought they were usually commingling with the males as well. Hearing a loud banging coming from down stairs, followed by America screaming out to stay in the room, Vietnam's curiosity rose, wondering just what was happening. Though America later arrived back in the room, carrying Sealand. He seemed to be terrified, but who could blame him, being such a small nation he wasn't too much of a threat to the vampires lurking about, but he had made it this far, he was a lucky kid that was for sure.

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To bury the castle, bury the castle
xxxInventory:Rice paddle
xxxxxxTo bury the castle, bury the castle
xxxxxxxxxParty:America, Taiwan, Sealand

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✖Vietnam✖

[AphroditeStrife]

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ʆμɗωΐɠ
Fatherland
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✙What I might miss the most
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxis his smile✙

I am just a man
Location:Italy's Housexxx
Not superhumanxxxxxx
Status:Human: Battered: Determinedxxxxxxxxx

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Ludwig looked over at Feliciano as he seemed to stretch the sleep out of his muscles. He felt bad that he wasn't able to rest more, and he silently promised himself that he'd give the Italian a chance to sleep more when they were in a safer place. He already felt bad that he'd taken so long to get there, assuming Romano was with him... but he'd been alone, and he was so scared. At least now, he seemed more like himself, wanting to help clean his wounds... he was always concerned about others, even if he was a scardy cat, he stepped up when they needed him most.

Germany nodded a little, pulling his ruined tank top over his head, and taking his bloody pants off, leaving him in his boxer shorts. He wasn't really worried about being in his underwear for now, he wore less when he went swimming. He wanted to get everything cleaned, then jump in the shower for a moment or two before putting on clean boxers and bandaging everything. The way the world was now, he couldn't risk any sort of infection at all.

"Alright, take a cotton ball and some alcohol and clean the cuts on my back, I'll get the ones up here. I'll get in the shower then and get the dirt off so my skin is clean for the bandages." Luckily Feli was unharmed physically, even if he seemed to have a case of Post Traumatic Stress, he would pop back, he was sure. He was the kind of guy that could really find happiness in anything, and he knew he wouldn't be beaten so easily.

He reached into the shower and started the water so it would warm up, then when he was confident the bite mark wasn't bubbling anymore, he moved to a rather long cut that ran along his belly... it was the next worse wound. It hurt, and it was rather cold, but he just ignored the discomfort, he'd certainly had worse, that was certain. And with Italy helping, they would be done twice as fast. He treated his chest and arms, then moved ot his face. He was rather stubbly he noticed once he got the blood and grim off his skin, running his hand over his chin. He needed to shave.

He worried about the wounds for now, he could fix personal hygiene issues after the shower. He wouldn't need very long in there really, just enough to make sure nothing would get infected, and to make sure he didn't smell at all. The curtain was rather see through, it would obscure detail, but Feliciano wouldn't feel alone, so it should work. Once he was sure the wounds were fine, he turned and nodded, "good job, just wait for a moment, it won't take long."

Ludwig slipped into the shower and took his boxers off once he was covered, tossing them onto the floor next to his bag. He got the soap out then, and the wash cloth he'd packed. His soap was conditioner as well, so it saved space and was very efficent. "Do you want to go back to my home, or stay somewher near here?" Maybe there was a more secure building they could use... he felt like he needed to keep Feli thinking forward so he didn't get worried again.

Translation: none

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I'm not superhuman
xxxInventory:An assault rifle, two hand guns, combat knife, medical supplies, water, rations
xxxxxxSomeone save me from the hate
xxxxxxxxxParty:Italy, Belgium, Romano

XXXxxXXXxxXXXxx

✙Germany remains a human✙

[AphroditeStrife]

╔═════════════════╗
Ҥѻɳɗӓ Ҝΐҝμ
Land of the Rising Sun
╚═════════════════╝

✿What I might miss the most
xxxxxxxxxxxxxis peace and quiet✿

Or else you will dig my grave
Location:His housexxx
Because I’m not the only onexxxxxx
Status:Vampire: Uninjured: lonelyxxxxxxxxx

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Kiku had been expecting the hug, he'd known it was coming the moment he walked into the room. That was just the way China was, he was over emotional. It was a shame he'd been forced to endure this vampiric lifestyle because it didn't really suit him. Japan wasn't happy about it either, but at least he felt like he could deal with it... but China was going to pieces, and that wasn't good for any of them.

So even if he was half naked, he wrapped an arm around him, smoothing back if rather wet and messy hair. "I brought you that mochi you like," he said softly, knowing there wasn't really anything he could do to make it better for Yao, he knew because he'd lived it... at least he hadn't killed one of his own retainers, that would have been horrible... and from what his teacher was saying, it was probably much worse then what he'd been forced to endure.

He lead the other man back over to the bed and sat him down, before he pulled the bag off his shoulder. He reached in and handed the blood bags off to one of the maids to put in the fridge, then he took out a rather large box od assorted rice candy. "We can have someone make some tea..." He had no idea if the kitchen was in the dark part of the house, but if it was, then he could go make it himself. He didn't really care about that, but something told him that China wouldn't want him to leave.

"I brought packets of blood, we will both need to drink from there if we can... perhaps animals will work, I don't know, I haven't tried, but we'll figure out a way." Being practical and honest, that was what he needed, not flowery platitudes. Yao wouldn't have called him if that was what he wanted, Japan was honest, that was what he needed to hear right now. Though, he wasn't sure exactly what else he should say... did he expect another hug or something?

Then he remembered that someone was at the door, and he sighed softly. He went over to China's wardrobe and got on of his silk shirts out, returning to the bed with it. "If you have another guest, you can't be walking around in half your clothes, it's indecent. Come now," he motioned for him to put his arms out and into the shirt, half figuring for him to be difficult. He could be when he didn't get his way, and while Japan had hugged him back, they were both adults, and male adults didn't really do that...

He smelled human nearby, it could have been a maid, but he didn't think so... it was a little different then a normal, everyday human, he was pretty sure whoever it was was a country as well. So not all the countries were turned... well that was good. "China, have you heard from the other Asian countries?" He needed to call them, now that he was out of his home, he wanted to let them all know he was alive... they probably already figured there was something not right with him... America was worried, he called at least once a day... He was also worried about Taiwan, he'd always had a soft spot for her, he hoped she was alright...

Translation: none

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You feel them finding, Always winding
xxxInventory:Katana, Blood bagx1
xxxxxxTake my hand, Now be alive
xxxxxxxxxParty:China

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

✿Japan has become a vampire✿

[Rosaline Faye]

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XXXXXнαиα sσσXXXXX
ｎｏｒｔｈ ｋｏｒｅａ

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As she stood at the front door, Hana began to think that maybe China had gone to Japan's or Russia's until one of his servants answered the door. "Thanks." It wasn't unusual for one of the servants to answer the door, but the look on the servant's face made her heart skip a beat. Did this mean her Beloved Yao had been infected by the Virius? If he was then she would do everything in her power to help him even if she had to give him her own blood.

North Korea headed towards China's room. She saw that some of the servants showed signs of fear. She began to feel deep sorrow, but no signs of fear was displayed on her face. I don't care if you have been infected China. My Feelings for you remain the same as they always have. Hana's people often called her stupid because of her actions, but some of them also called her courageous. In retrospect she was a great leader for her country. She showed them she was even through their hardest times, like now for example.

When North Korea found China, she discovered him with Japan. She ran up to him and gave him before flinching at the coldness of his skin. She noticed this as a sign of vampirism. Hana didn't realize she had started tearing up until she felt the wetness from the tears on her cheeks. She quickly wiped them away. "Yao, have you.....been infected?" Hana had read in the books that vampires often had cold skin like China had. Even as she asked him this she did not show any signs of fear only compassion. Even though she was the second youngest asian country she was like the Mother Figure for the Asian Countries. Her hands where now placed in Yao's own.

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XXX XXX

Species -- Mood -- Location -- With -- Actions -- Love

Human -- Worried -- China's House -- China and Japan. -- Holding China's Hands in her Own -- China and Russia

Translation:

[AphroditeStrife]

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Ғʀӓɳcΐʂ βѻɳɳҿʄѻy
The Country of the Human Rights
╚═════════════════╝

❤What I might miss the most
xxxxxxxxxxxxxis loving freely ❤

You see I cannot be forsaken
Location:Londonxxx
Because I’m not the only onexxxxxx
Status:Vampire: Injured: Depressedxxxxxxxxx

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Francis wasn't really sure why Britain was being so nice to him... it had to be because he'd looked so bad, he actually thought that he might die... there were times when it really seemed that England cared... and times when it seemed he was heartbroken... even though if he hid it most of the time, he could see it when something effected his rival. It was rare to get this sort of emotion from him, but he knew it was in there... he'd seen the way he'd taken care of America when he was little... Canada too... he did care, even if it was easier for him to pretend he didn't.

Francis was going to make a comment about the uselessness of saving him if he was just going to kill him with bad cooking, but the other man must have sensed the remark coming because he stuck a stick in his mouth to keep him from screaming. While he'd used gags in the past, he wasn't really in the mood for being kinky at the moment, but he also couldn't say that because he needed it to supress the sounds that wanted to come out as England sewed the skin back together. At least all the precision needlework wouldn't go to waste...

A muffled, pained moan came out of him and he opened his eyes once Arthur touched his face, more tears stood there... it was true, he'd had his a** handed to him more then once by Britain, but this was different. At least he could go home and have his doctors fix him up... he could rest and drink wine... he didn't feel like he had much more to live for... it was hard to muffle his pain and keep a strong face... especially since Britain already knew how much he was hurting...

Then the b*****d brought up his girls... he knew he couldn't leave them on their own, and Matthew, what would he do if all he had to look up to was Unibrow and the Bottomless Pit? He'd surely develop huge eyebrows! (He was convinced that America plucked his... that was why he hadn't been cursed with more then the hair... he was cursed, he just hid it!) He was about to take the stick out and tell England he'd hit below the belt, but he started stitching him up again.

It hurt, bad, but he managed to find a place where he could hover between awake and asleep, so he could keep the pain at bay, and not show any more weakness. It took awhile to get everything stitched that needed to be, but when he was finally done using him as his newest embroidery piece, he took the piece of wood out of his mouth. The battered thing had two, distinct fang marks in it from where he'd bit down. By the time Arthur was finished, and he saw his own blood on his friend's hands... he didn't even have the heart to insult his cooking...

He blew out a breath, "aidez-moi avec mes cheveux, je ne les veulent pas a ruiné en raison du sang… Je ne peux pas le couper..." Yes, he was vain, but he hoped he could have this one thing... he'd stayed quiet about everything else... he wasn't himself without his beautiful hair. It was important to him. It wasn't like he could take a shower when he was bandaged up. It was probably too much to ask, after all, he'd done a lot for him already... he looked over at Arthur and was a little surprised, with the pale skin and fangs... he actually looked even more handsome... well, he must have been out of the woods now... he was starting to notice his friend was attractive again...

Translation: aidez-moi avec mes cheveux, je ne les veulent pas a ruiné en raison du sang… Je ne peux pas le couper:help me with my hair, I don't want it ruined because of the blood... I can't cut it

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We walk amongst you, feeding, raping
xxxInventory:A rapier
xxxxxxMust we hide from everyone
xxxxxxxxxParty:England

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❤France has become a vampire❤

[Blade Havok]

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------- M A T T H E W - - W I L L I A M S - - ☊ - - - - - - - -
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -v --- a --- m --- p --- i --- r --- e

he( d r i f t s )liketheMIST---------
l x o x v x e // "L-like how?" ---------------------------
he( l i n g e r s )intheDARK---------
l x o x c x a x t x i x o x n // London, England---------------------------

Matthew Williams groused beneath her blanket. He had not wanted to come out for days. Everything had gone to hell, and he did not want to have any part of it. He could hear screaming sometimes, and he did not like one bit of it. He would have gone outside to help them... actually he tried, but nobody really paid attention to him even when the world was going crazy. What use was he anyways? He was not as powerful as America, not really. He was weak in comparison to the powerful country. No one really noticed him. They just passed him by until they were looking for America and could not find him. Then they spotted Matthew and spoke to him as if he were Alfred. He wasn't sure if those days he was lucky that someone spoke to him or if he was unlucky because he was less than his nobody-self as somebody else that he would never live up to.

And then, then it got worse. Matthew had gotten sick, but no one noticed... no one except his polar bar. He got really sick. He ended up scarring his bottom lip. He must have bit it too hard. Then he had this tremendous stomach ache that no amount of maple syrup would quench. And then when he saw himself in the mirror, he found that the so called scar was gone. His complexion was paler, and when he tried to walk out in the sun, he had practically gotten third degree burns. He was only lucky because he wore clothing that covered most of his body so the burns weren't so bad. He thought he might look funny for life, but the next morning, he was fine again well except for the pale complexion.

Eventually, the really terrible thing happened when it got worse than worse. Matthew's hunger got worse, and food wouldn't help. He thought he was dying. He went outside during evening to ask for help, but his hungry instincts got the better of him. He thought that he might have turned into a zombie because no one actually told him what the world was being plagued with when he asked. He had to find out for himself when someone called him a Vampire. He had tried to correct them, that his name was Canada and Matthew because Vampire was a new one to America. However, looking at the snow covered ground, he saw blood... It wasn't his blood. It was the blood of somebody else. They were calling him a vampire... He drank someone's blood. It was the only reason he felt full. Then... then the people came to attack him.

Canada was chased into the woods to hide with the animals which he loved. They may not have acknowledged him, but they acknowledge him more than people... and animals did not really acknowledge people to begin with. He hid there in a cave during the day, thinking it was best to stay away from food and civilization. Kumajirou eventually found him. He was afraid to visit his brother, afraid of what Alfred might say to him. he did not want his brother to perhaps taught him, laugh at him, or make him do something weird because he wanted to experiment on a vampire... Matthew was too much of an easy target for that. So for days, he drank the blood of animals. It didn't taste as good so he was unwilling to drink much of it. The animals usually got away, and it was better.

Finally, he felt that he could no longer live this way. He wanted to go home, but he was nervous and sad that he had hurt someone even by accident because he had not recognized the signs of pointed teeth, pale skin, sunburn, and so forth. When night fell, he remembered only one person that might have been able to help him-maybe two. France. France had taught him all he knew like an older brother of sorts. France probably would not make fun of him. However, when he went to visit Francis in France, he was not there. It turned out that Francis had gone to visit England instead. That was a bit surprising, but he followed anyways. He had to tell someone that he had become this creature... Perhaps they should drive a stake into his heart... Oh please, he hoped it wouldn't hurt.

Matthew traveled to England's home in London. He hoped that Francis was still there. Maybe Arthur could help. Even though the two did not always notice him... rather they noticed him but compared him in a way that suggested he was lesser than Alfred-a disappointment, he hoped he could find some help. Then again, if he were the only one with this disease and everyone else normal... They would probably just kill him, and maybe it would be for the best. He timidly knocked on the door, gripping his polar bear for comfort. His voice rang with nervous trill, "Hellooo... Is anyone home? It's me... Canada." He hoped that when he stated his country that it would not be "more" reason for them not to answer...


---------he( s t r u g g l e s )likeaCLOUD
---------------------------hopeful && nervous // e x m x o x t x i x o x n
---------he( a w a i t s )foranyANSWER
---------------------------kumajirou (?), bandages, blood bag x 2 // i x t x e x m x s

- - - - - - - - - - ☊ - - C A N A D A -------

[The-Symmetry-Reaper]

ȺɾȶҕυɾxxxxxxxxӃɨӷɮʆαȵʠ

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxＥиɢℓαи∂

Do you know where your heart is? xxxxxxxxxx Well, bless my soul xxxxxxxxxxDo you know what your fate is?
Do you think you can find it?xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxYou're a lonely soul xxxxxxxxxxAnd are you trying to shake it?
Or did you trade it for somethingxxxxxxxxxxxxCause you won't let goxxxxxxxxYou're doing your best and
Somewhere better just to have it?xxxxxxxxxxxOf anything you holdxxxxxxxxxYour best look
Do you know where your love is?xxxxxxxxxxxWell, all I needxxxxxxxxxxxxxxYou're praying that you make it
Do you think that you lost it?xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxIs the air I breathe
You felt it so strong, butxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAnd a place to rest
Nothing's turned out how you wantedxxxxxxxxxMy head

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Fixing up the others wounds was tough work, but England managed to get along well enough, he was after all a hell of a good embroiderer if he did say so himself. Something he could easily hold over many nations, he had the skill with a needle that was unrivaled. Sure many called his needlework a sissy or feminine hobby, but who did they come to the moment they got tears in their clothing, yeah that's right, they came crying to England to fix up their clothing. To which he would often offer them snide comments and gloat, just make the others previous words bite them right back in their arse, yes that's what they deserved. He often felt tempted to jab said people with the needles he used, but opted not to do so, and he definitely couldn't now. Sure he'd wanted to stab and beat up and shoot at the Frenchman in the past, even taunting him on the battlefield when he limped home like a dog with their tail between their legs. Though when it wasn't himself doing the emasculating or abuse on the Frenchman, he would often scold the other for being so weak and surrendering so often, even to a boy scout troop, which was rather pathetic.


Though no time to taunt or abuse France, England felt actual remorse for the man at this time, to be run out by his own people was horrible, they had to find a way to ensure he was forgiven for his actions, he had been overcome with his hunger and that was something they all suffered from if they didn't drink often, they could end up ripping out the nearest throat, regardless if it was ally or enemy, friend or family. In the eyes of a hungry vampire there was only one thing, and that was food, that's how they viewed the world, as nothing but one large meal to be eaten, but what would happen if all the remaining people died or were changed, would the vampires resort to draining all the animals of the world too, then move on to each other? So much to think about and consider, sure vampires could attack each other and feed on one another, but could vampires be completely drained of their blood as well, it seemed logical, they couldn't have infinite blood, nothing did. Though if that was the case, what of the chances of a single vampire being left alone in the world, how would they survive, England didn't think them feeding on their own blood would keep them going, and if they were extremely hungry they couldn't suck themselves dry could they? So many confusing thoughts and not a single answer to follow, bloody hell this was a mess.

England grimaced when the other mentioned his hair, really in a time like this did he need to be worrying about his hair, even on his deathbed Francis wanted to look nice, that was true to his nature though, vain till the very end. He'd always kept his hair long, even when they were young he had long hair, choosing to pick on and chide England's own hair, convincing a young Arthur to grow his hair out, though it didn't turn out so well, he looked horrible with long hair, it was unfitting of a gentleman to have such hair. Then France offered to give him a 'cool' haircut, only to trim it into it's original fashion, which irritated Britain. France really had a bad sense of humor, at least England thought so. Though no use thinking about that for long, he had other things to attend to, though with France wanting him to deal with his hair, England had that task at hand, taking a cloth from his bag he wiped his hands in it, relieving it from the blood from the others wounds. Using the clean part of the cloth to wipe the other's face to get the dried blood off as well as the tears nestled there. "How about I give you a 'cool' haircut." England teased lightly to the other, bringing that memory to the surface.

Though before he could say another word, or the other could respond, he heard a light knocking on his door. Though not much else. One of his servants rushed into the room not too long after that. "What is it, who's at the door?" Arthur questioned, the maid spoke up rather quickly. "It's a blond man, I think it's America, but he said his name was Canada." she informed. England looked back to France for a moment. "Stay here, and don't move." he ordered and stood up, ensuring all his staff was out of the room, and closed the door as he left it. Heading down the stairs, he arrived moments later at the door and unlocked the several locks. Pulling the door open he eyed the figure, and sure enough there stood America, no wait the maid said this man called himself Canada, yes he could tell now, it really was the Canadian. England could tell he too was of vampire origin, having suffered through the curse. "Matthew, what in the bloody hell are you doing here?" he questioned, why hadn't he gone to America, was something wrong with Alfred? "Get your arse in here, I have someone here you need to see." he informed with a gesture for the other to enter.

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I said I all I needxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI said all I needxxxxxxxxxxxxxxDo you know where the end is
Is the air I breathexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxIs the air I breathexxxxxxxxxxxxDo you think you can see it?
And a place to restxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAnd a place to restxxxxxxxxxxxWell, until you get there
My headxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxMy headxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxGo on, go ahead and scream it

[CalypsoNakamura]

You dare to stand before me?
Do you understand what this means?
It's too late to mourn now
You can't go back after finding out
•·.·´¯`·.·• •·.·´¯`·.·•´•·.·´¯`·.·• •·.·´¯`·.·•´

ＷＡＮＧ ＹＡＯ
ｉｓ ｆｏｒｅｖｅｒ ｃｈａｎｇｅｄ
{~ ｖａｍｐｉｒｅ ~}

•·.·´¯`·.·• •·.·´¯`·.·•´•·.·´¯`·.·• •·.·´¯`·.·•´
You're shaking? What's happened?
Your heart must be freezing over
Don't worry, for it'll be over soon
After breaking apart into little pieces

Yao kept his eyes on the blood packets as they were given to one of his attendants, and as he watched, he could tell by the look in her eyes, she hated him. He could sense to fear and anger coming off of her. She was trapped here with a monster. That's what she saw him as now. Some beast that needed taming, if that was at all possible. Once she was gone, he shakily sighed and pulled his hair back, grasping one of his hair ties and tying it back tightly. Whether he liked it or not, this is what it has come to.

"I can have someone make the tea..." Yao mumbled, nibbling half-heartily on one of the little candies Kiku had brought. They did make him feel a little better, though he was still pretty upset about what had happened. He blinked and pulled his shirt on, tying the strap around his waist to fasten it in place. He too could smell the very human scent, and it made his fingers twitch at the thought. His shoulders were stiff, thoughts and vivid memories surging through his mind.

He shook those thoughts away as a young woman walked into his room, walking into the low, gloomy light that was his side of the house. Oh. It was Hana. A ghost of a smile appeared on the older nations face as he saw her. She wasn't a vampire...what a relief. "Well....other than you, and now Hana, I haven't seen anyone else...not that anyone would bother to call me anyway..." He sighed and looked at Hana, giving her a sad smile, his bottom lip trembling. "Yes...I'm so sorry..." He whispered, feeling his heart just breaking at the look on her face.



This flame burns within the ice
When the bluish white light of superiority radiates
I will captivate you with my eyes
Think of it as your privilege.
Burning on the Flaming Ice!

[CalypsoNakamura]

For too many years we have repeated only one synchronization...
...one step forward and two back

Alexander James Sterling
{ Vampire of course }

Every Romanian can be a champion too...
...and reach higher than second place

Alexander sighed and leaned on the wall, thinking deeply. He'd never trained other people before. It was a new thing. He could tell Roderich was stressed out and was desperate. Would it really kill him to be nice and stay here? Just until things were a bit better? It's the least he could do anyway...no harm really. Besides...Roderich seemed genuine enough...

Rubbing the back of his sore neck, Alexander relented and looked up at Roderich. He could help him out. It'd be no problem. "Alright. I'll stay here. On the condition that you do as i tell you. Any mistake could end badly here, understand?" Of course the pianist understood. He wasn't stupid. Still, the vampire had to make sure. You can't make any mistakes anymore... He told himself silently.

"You can give them that spot. I can have some of my attendants send over some black out curtains and other things like that. I'll help you make it as comfortable as possible." He grinned that lopsided smile before walking to stand in front of him. "You know...I do care for her...just like you do..." He murmured so only they could hear. "Now! I will pull my little outfit here on and find us some cows!" He laughed and skipped away.




There's no place of return,
with us you'll yell anyway