Acknowledgements —

Woah to this story's response. And I only wrote this because I was frustrated by the Hetalia fandom's lack of werewolf UK/US AU that was completed. Clearly, I wasn't alone in thinking this void needed to be filled. :)

A special thanks to…sleepy8hollows, starrenPI,ThatAwkwardPhase, The Story Siren, FictionFan, AnimeKnightmare, Ashcola17, EreriandUkUs4ever, and two anons.

Warnings: There is adult content. Nothing too explicit, but you'll know what's going on. I didn't want to risk this getting taken down.

Part Two

The full moon dragged Alfred back to consciousness in the same way it pulls in the tide. Although awake, he concealed it by keeping his breathing even and his eyes shut.

He was naked and bound in standing position to a tree, held their by several coils of coarse nylon rope, which chafed against his exposed flesh. The crisp, cool air was thick with the scent of pine and Arthur Kirkland who stood directly in front of Alfred, smoking a cigarette.

The smoke dull Alfred's sense of smell slightly, but he could still detected the dozens of werewolves hanging back several feet away in the forest. As the full moon approached its apex in the starry sky, his senses were heightening and his blood beginning to boil. All he wanted was to lunge at Arthur and shred his flesh.

"Git, I know you're awake," Arthur said cooly, blowing smoke directly onto Alfred who scowled. "Sedatives never work for long on our kind this close to the Change."

Lifting his head, Alfred glared at the alpha and tried not to blush at the sight of Arthur bare as the day he was born. "Maybe I didn't want to see your ugly mug more than I have to."

Arthur chuckled as he drew in a long puff, the tip of his cigarette glowing orange, then he leaned closer and, right before he blew it again in Alfred's face, said, "You won't think that tomorrow, git."

Coughing a couple times, Alfred snarled, "Would you stop doing that? It's nasty!"

"I'll think about it," Arthur said smugly.

Alfred growled deep in this throat, straining against his bonds. "These won't hold me much larger!"

"I know," Arthur said, flicking away the cigarette. He crushed it into a patch of hardened snow with his big toe. "That's the idea, love."

Alfred glanced at the fat moon, visible between the pine-needled branches. Mountains stretched around, their craggy peaks highlighted by glowing white snow.

"What's the matter with your friends? They afraid to come closer?" Alfred said, peeling back his lips . He could feel the wolf rising in him.

"Them?" Arthur said nonchalantly, as if they were not important. "They're here to observe and prevent you escaping. Otherwise, it's just you and me."

"Wolf to Wolf?" Alfred bared his growing fangs in a grin. "I like that."

"I thought you would." Arthur showed his pearl-white teeth and thickening incisors. A lime-green light lit in his eyes. "We'll see how cocky you are by morning, little pup."

"Why can't you leave me in peace! I've done nothing to you!" Alfred snarled, his insides starting to shift. His breathe came out in ragged white puffs.

Snickering, as if Alfred's words were ridiculous, Arthur tilted his head, nose elongating slightly, and said, "Leave you alone? You're rather ignorant of how werewolves work. How long ago were you turned?"

"None of your damn business!"

Arthur's skin seemed to radiate heat. He sniffed in annoyance. "You'll beg to tell me soon enough. Judging by the contents of that bag of yours, y—."

"You looked through my stuff!" Alfred cried, offended. "You had no right!"

"In case you missed, we don't follow human rules." Arthur said, stepping back a pace.

"I noticed. The tranquilizers weren't exactly subtle," Alfred said sarcastically. "But I don't want to follow your rules!"

"This is for your own good."

Alfred threw his back, laughing at Arthur who seemed unamused. "Bull shit! This is for yours!"

Arthur shrugged. "I admit to a modicum of self-interest, but what I said is true: a werewolf without a pack is a danger to everyone. Chains and locks won't solve this."

"I've been doing fine."

"Have you killed?"

With a hard swallow, Alfred dropped his gaze in shame. "That… that was an accident."

"And you call that fine? This can't be solved on your own. Don't be stupid, git."

Alfred gasped, feeling his body and muscles spasm and clench. Even Arthur doubled over, his body trembling. The Alpha fell to his hands and knees, digging his fingers into the dirt. With the last of his human voice, he smiled at Alfred and said, "Once you've submitted, you'll see clearer."

"Like hell I will!" Alfred shouted; it turned into a roar as jagged, bloodstained fangs pierced through his gums. He knew from Matthew's description that his own eyes would glow an icy blue.

He screamed in agony, the cries of the other transforming werewolves joining his as their bones also broke and reformed. Golden-brown fur sprouted from his flesh to cover him from head to toe.

The scent of Arthur became overwhelming, intoxicating, it filled Alfred with a different need. One that urged him to fall in worship and adoration of Arthur. One he refused to give in to, preferring rage.

The ropes snapped as Alfred's height and girth increased and finally broke completely. He fell to his knees, writhing and scratching at the ground with razor-sharp claws. All he could feel was agony. He shrieked and shrieked until he felt he could take no more, then it stopped.

For a moment, he lay, panting and drooling. Aware of the scents of the valley that told him of the others. His wolf eyesight illuminated, revealing things his human eyes could not have seen. It was like daylight to his wolf eyes. He stood on his paws, relishing how strong and alive he felt.

Somehow Alfred was still aware, but as an observer of his own body. A body now run by its most basic instincts. Never before had he remained even this aware, usually he blacked out and woke the next day with no memory.

Was the presence of a pack this powerful?

A trickle of fear slithered down Alfred's spine as he became aware of eyes boring into him. His hackles rose in response. The Alpha was regarding him with glittering green eyes, ones that had clear human intelligence.

Arthur rose up, lifting his muzzle to the starry sky, and howled, a feral and powerful sound that echoed through the valley. The others joined in chorus and Alfred felt an overwhelming need to join, but his human mind manage, barely, to hold back.

Although Alfred was larger and studier than the lean, grey Alpha, he knew in his bones they were not equal. The other had a great deal more experience and an aura that demanded supplication.

His instincts said run, so he bolted in the opposite direction of the wolves. His paws hit the ground as he flew through the midnight forest, hearing them follow behind.

Crisp air ruffled his fur, shifting as he wove through the trees. The Alpha stayed on his heels. Alfred pounded ahead, his paws hitting the uneven ground. He ducked a low branch and then leapt over a fallen tree, landing softly in a pile of fallen leaves.

When he attempted to alter course, the others closed in around, driving him back. If he could think clearly with his human mind, he might have recognized being herded. Funneled into a ravin between the cragged mountainside. Tall pines towered around him, blocking the light and his eyes adjusted. Cool fingers of wind caressed his ears.

This glorious power swirled within him, accelerating his carnal instincts. He wanted to soar.

Then the trees opened into a dead end, a rock wall that went up and up. Rather than skid to a halt, he slowed a little and leapt onto it, sinking his claws in. Alfred tried to scale it, only to slide back down, leaving gouges in the granite. He hit the ground and tried again before he finally accepted.

He was trapped.

The others stayed in the tree line, but came no closer. Only Arthur approached, head low and growling, ordering Alfred to submit.

Alfred peeled his ears back and yelled with rage at the starlit sky, refusing to be cowed. He lowered his head and met Arthur. They began to circle each other, studying another.

Even in his wolf-brain, Alfred knew he had no sense how to fight a werewolf. He had never done so before. However, what he lacked in knowledge, he had in energy.

He lunged, mouth gaping, claws out. Arthur sidestepped, knocking Alfred out of the air, sending his nose crashing into the dirt. With incredible reflexes, Alfred leapt to his feet and back around, feeling the graze of Arthur's teeth on his back leg.

The others began to howl around then and beat their paws to the ground as Alfred and Arthur sliced and bit another.

Then Arthur's teeth latched onto Alfred's shoulder sinking in and Alfred yelped, beating and pawing at Arthur. Unable to escape, Alfred used his own weight to roll backwards and toss a surprised Arthur aside, forcing the Alpha to let go.

He could smell his own blood and watched as Arthur, muzzle slick with it, licked Alfred's blood of his lips. They began to circle again, Arthur leering at him, he made a snickering noise, as if taunting Alfred.

Soon they launched at each other in a fierce open jaw attack, each attempting to crack the thing bone of their noses, each attempting to get the other's throat.

Taking a chance, Alfred curled his brown body under and clamped down on Arthur's inner front leg. The Alpha's blood enveloped his tongue, tasting delicious. It had a strange and unexpected affect on Alfred, like a drug. It made him want be more docile.

He let ago, trying to back up, trying to shake his head free. However, Arthur seemed to have other ideas and sprang at Alfred.

In the daze of fighting, Alfred reacted with a series of yelps and drew back, until his back hit the rock wall. Arthur was relentless and, when Alfred overextended in an attempt to bite the Alpha, Arthur swept his legs out and pinned Alfred to the ground.

And grabbed Alfred by the throat, teeth sinking in. At first, Alfred panicked, trying to get free, but Arthur's fangs went deeper and Alfred stilled, knowing his throat would be ripped out if he moved any further.

While his earlier wounds were already closing up, he knew instinctively he would not survive having his throat torn out. Those green eyes gripped him, held him and Arthur, without removing his teeth, settled his weight on top of Alfred.

Alfred's growls became whimpers.

Every second they remained this way ate Alfred's resistance. His wild rage was fast becoming adoration and neediness. He was submitting and if he didn't get out of this position he would be lost.

A trickle of blood ran down the side of his neck. They remained there for what felt like hours, but was only a few moments. Then, as if a light switch had been flicked, Alfred felt his feelings altered.

Arthur seemed to know he'd won, his lips grinned around Alfred's throat and he let go, licking a couple times before he lifted his chin.

He growled once in warning, and Alfred got the message. He mewled and tenderly licked the bottom of Arthur's chin in a sign of supplication.

When the Alpha was satisfied by Alfred's display of devotion, he forced Alfred to roll onto his stomach. Confused, Alfred only realized the Alpha's intentions when his legs were spread and he felt Arthur's thick arousal against his backside. There was no preparation, only the pain of penetration.

Alfred shuddered, whimpering at the hurt, but he didn't fight back. He sunk his claws into the dirt and lifted his rear higher to give the Alpha a better angle as he pounding Alfred into the ground.

As he listened to Arthur's grunts and felt his bites on his back and nape and that erratic breathing, he could see the others watching in silence this total act of submission to the Alpha.

It went on and on, even starting to feel good as Alfred passed the euphoria of just pleasing his Alpha, to something else. Something foreign to him. A warmth spreads through his groin and he lets out a gasping sound, clawing at the ground.

Arthur licked his nape and ears tenderly, and that drove Alfred over the edge. Arthur came soon after, digging his claws deeply into Alfred's side. He howled triumphantly at the moon and the others joined in as did Alfred.

After sliding out, he gave Alfred's face one final lick and left. Alfred, ears and head lowered, trailed after him, to hunt with his pack.

Groaning, feeling like an elephant had sat on his head, Alfred woke up and wished he hadn't. Flashes of last night entered his head. The worst part was waking snuggled naked against an equally naked Arthur on some kind of bedding of mattresses and blankets that smelled like animal, blood, and sex.

At least, his injuries were healed from his wolf state.

"Oh no," he muttered putting his forearm to his head. The night after a full moon was always the worst hangover you could have.

They were in some kind of cave shelter. The others laid clumped together and nestled in each other's warm. Arthur and he were on a raised platform separated from them.

As he attempted to sit up and slide out, the Alpha's eyes opened and settled on Alfred who froze. Without a word he snuggled back against Arthur who smiled.

While his wolf side took no issue with this, his human mind found it disturbing and abnormal. The surge of happiness and adoration of one side of him warred with the rational part saying to get away.

The Alpha began to pet him, playing with his cowlick, twirling it around his fingers, and Alfred gave a pleased sighed and then blushed from head to toe.

Oh no, he thought. This was bad.

"You bastard," he mumbled, but could put no heart into it. "What have you done to me?"

"Hmm… not enough yet," Arthur said, climbing onto Alfred's stomach and settling there as if it were the most natural thing.

Trying not to notice that the tip of Arthur's junk was pressing on him, Alfred turned away, face burning red. "This isn't fair."

"Tell me about it, love," Arthur said, tracing circles over Alfred's chest. He tried not to let the blood rush to his groin or moan in happiness. "In fact, tell me how you were turned."

Bite me! Alfred desperately wanted to say, instead he began, "One night, I heard the animals screaming in the barn" he left out Matthew, not wanting to involve his brother in his this, "and I grabbed my rifle and went out to check if a predator had gotten in."

"One did," Arthur said, hands starting to roam across Alfred's sides and chest. He teased his nipples. "Go on."

It was getting very difficult to concentrate, but somehow Alfred continued, "Instead, what I thought was a bear with glowing violet eyes attacked me in the barn. I almost couldn't move, I was so scared, but I managed to shoot it. Nggh…" Alfred groaned, face beat red when Arthur leaned down to suck on his collarbone.

"All my marks have healed," Arthur said, breathing warmly against his neck. "I must make new ones. Finish your story, love."

"Its… a little hard," Alfred gasped, feeling teeth and tongue on his shoulder. His hands fisted against the blanket. "After… after two… three shots… it ran off."

"How lucky," Arthur said, between sucks. "But only silver will kill it. You might have left a scar."

"Oh…" Alfred said, shutting his eyes, trying to chase his arousal away. The mere touch of Arthur was a powerful aphrodisiac. Nobody told him werewolves were like this. "It… It left me scarred. It bit my side before… ngh… it ran off. I… ugh… never saw… it-t… again. The others are watching!"

"Hmm…?" Arthur looked up, a trail of saliva connecting him to one of the marks he had left. "So? The mood of their Alpha affects them. They're getting turned on."

"What?" Alfred lifted his head, leaning around to see past Arthur. And sure enough, the others were already nibbling and kissing and pairing up with each other. It was becoming an orgy. "This for real?"

"Welcome to the pack," Arthur said. "Tell me of your first turning. How'd you get through it by yourself?"

"I… ah!" he groaned as Arthur went back to marking him. "Is this necessary?"

"It is," Arthur said simply.

Letting his head fall back, Alfred said, "I called the c-cops and w-was taken to the… the… hospital!" He almost moaned the last word. What was Arthur doing to him? "I noticed changes. And then…ugh…"

He grabbed Arthur waist, pulling him closer and began to rut against him. But stopped when Arthur bit painfully hard. "Ow…"

"I didn't give you permission," Arthur said, sitting back.

"Really?" Alfred said. "You can do what you want, but I have to ask."

Arthur gave him a displeased look and Alfred looked away and mumbled, "Sorry."

"And what happened?"

"Not much else. I got stuck in the silo on my first turning," something Matthew had helped with, "And I wasn't as strong as I am now. I made quite a mess in there though."

"You're lucky you didn't kill then," Arthur said. "It sounds like your attacker was a rogue wolf, much like what you were."

Arthur bent down, cupping Alfred cheeks, and began to kiss him softly at first and then quickening. It was only when their faces were close that Alfred realizes he didn't have his glasses on. He hadn't really needed the since becoming a wolf, but he still liked to where them with non-correctional lenses just because it felt better.

Pulling away, his breath hitched as Arthur peppered his throat with more kisses. "You must be fully submitted. You will live in my house and share my bed."

Not really listening, too lost in euphoria, Alfred grunted in agreement. He didn't know what he wanted anymore, only that he would die for his Alpha.

However, some part of him, some very independent sliver wondered. And dared to asked, "For how long?"

Arthur stopped, pulling back, face full of irritation. Arthur regretted asking. "Until I release you. Until I've rid you of that tedious rebellious streak."

Pushing Alfred over onto his stomach, Arthur resumed his marking on Alfred's nape. The young wolf clenched at the bed, his arousal pressed into the mattress.

"Arthur," he panted, "Please."

The other only chuckled.

"In good time, love." Arthur said. "I'll teach you everything. I'll protect you. You're a part of my little empire, love. Just wipe any thoughts of escape or independence and let me take care of you. You belong to the Kirkland Pack now."

For some reason, despite being entered by the Alpha and lost in the high of pleasure, Alfred could not help but feel his troubles had only begun.

For now all he wanted was to stay in Arthur's arms. Or that's all his wolf wanted. Yet in his heart, Alfred knew this feeling wouldn't last forever.

When I control the wolf in me… he thought. When I am stronger…

The Alpha grabbed his hair, thrusting deep. And Alfred soon became undone.

When it was over, Arthur collapsed against him and muttered in a contented voice, "All mine."

Words Alfred finished in his head, For now.

Alfred knew his future would not be what Arthur intended for him. He had lost one battle. The war was far from over.

Fin

Q &A —

In this universe the Alpha almost never goes that far to make a wolf submit. It's usually only in the case of unusually strong and very stubborn ones.

Alfred is a special case and Arthur clearly wants him as more than just a pack-member. Arthur is totally taking advantage of Alfred's ignorance of werewolf society.

When he defeated Alfred, he became his Alpha. When he had intercourse with him in front of the pack, he claimed him as mate.

I didn't want readers to think Arthur had slept with the whole pack. In fact, he's hardly touched any of them that way. Most converted as humans and showed it by kneeling to the Alpha, kissing his hand, exchanging blood and then swearing total allegiance.

There are other packs (one led by Ivan), but Arthur's the largest and most dominant.

The Kirkland Pack doesn't accept just anyone. The others packs might have attempted to recruit Alfred if Arthur had not claimed him.

Note —

I think I might add some one or two-shot sequels that tell Alfred's journey to becoming stronger. Some will be fluff of his life in Hetalia with Arthur and others might show real conflict.

I wonder if readers would be interested of more stories in this universe. After all, I have a feeling Alfred might not be content to stay under Arthur's rule forever. *steeples fingers*