AN: Alo! Look at me, going along with everyone else.

The idea for this just kinda took hold of me... and I decided, why not? So here we are. And yes, it is a vampire!au.

Definite pairings are: USUK, spamano, and dennor.

Disclaimer: No poseo nada de la serie Hetalia.

This is not a chapter, it is merely a humble prologue.

Enjoy!

Alfred remembered the first time he had seen one of them. Thirteen years old. (But almost fourteen) The summer before high school, the beginning of his rise to popularity in school.

It was the day after his brother's birthday. Matthew was a year younger than him, his birthday three days before Alfred's. They were only half-brothers, Matthew's mother was pregnant barely months after Alfred's gave birth.

It was the day after Matthew's birthday, and they were going out to the barn about a kilometer behind their old house.

They didn't live there anymore.

After some breakthrough or other Matthew's mother had made, they had moved to an admittedly nicer house nearer to the small Vermont town.

But they still went to the barn sometimes.

Crickets were chirping, the heat overwhelming even at sunset. Lavender pink dusted the sky, churning with gold and orange that blanketed the earth, before melting into a star-spotted black and blue. They laughed and hollered through the farmland, reaching the barn panting and sweaty from running the entire distance.

"Hey, Mattie."

"Yeah Al?" Matthew answered, longish blonde hair sticking to his neck with sweat. A lone strand of hair that looped in a single curl bobbing in the gentle breeze.

Alfred smiled, gazing at the wind-torn red structure. "How long's it been since we've been here?" he whispered, the sentimentality overthrowing his normally exuberant personality.

"Years... not since we lived here, eh?" Matthew glanced at his brother, a warm smile resting on his face.

Alfred nodded eagerly, a feeling that perhaps over the years the barn would hold new adventures, just like every new time they visited.

The door creaked when it opened. The hinges were old and rusty, the white paint chipping and falling at the slightest movement.

Inside it was dark, musty, like any forgotten barn on the edge of a forgotten river behind forgotten fields. A dank, moldy smell with hints of iron or copper stood out amongst the many scents, and both boys curled their noses in disgust.

"Mattie..."

"Yeah Al?"

Alfred turned to face his brother, seeing an identical expression of disgust. "Has it always smelled this bad?"

Matthew shook his head, barely visible as the last hints of purple and gold disappeared over the horizon. He was lit up a second later as Alfred turned on the flashlight he had brought. "Christ Al! It's in my eyes!"

"Sorry sorry!" The flashlight was directed at the ground, before into the barn, revealing a nostalgic ladder and boughs of green-tinted hay. Alfred ran to the ladder, motioning for his brother to follow. "I think I see something near the bottom of the stairs." he whispered, leaning down to inspect it.

Blue.

A flash of blue.

Alfred spun, shining the light beneath the bunk, trying to find what had flashed blue. Matthew behind him had started climbing up the ladder, murmuring something about the hole in the ceiling. Alfred nodded, despite the fact that his brother couldn't see him. He continued searching, finally coming upon a hole in the wall. That must have been where the flash came from. He peered through the hole, seeing blurred shapes.

It was a strange scene, one he both understood and couldn't comprehend at the same time. But no matter what the figures- for there was most definitely two, were doing, he felt an undeniable shudder race up his spine, and he shivered, desperately hoping the one shape didn't see him.

And then it turned.

To face him.

Alfred shot away from the wall, his back to the ladder, and he continued shuddering at the feeling the bright blue eyes had given him. He knew they were blue, but he got an uncontrollable feeling of red from them.

Red like blood.

"Matthew, Matthew!" he called up to his brother, who swung his head over the ledge.

"What?" There was a hint of irritation in his voice, as if Alfred had interrupted him from an important duty.

"We have to go. Now."

Matthew rolled his eyes, but hoisted himself onto the ladder. He slid down to the bottom rung, before jumping off. Or at least trying to. "Al..."

"What, we gotta go!"

Matthew looked up at him, "I'm... stuck."

Alfred's eyes widened, but he ran back to his brother, seeing his shoelaces tangled into the old nails and wood splinters of the ladder.

"Fuckin' hoser!" Matthew grunted, struggling to pull his leg out from the rung of the ladder.

Alfred looked up from where he was untying his shoelace. "I know what that means now! And don't get mad at me, I'm trying to help you!"

Matthew rolled his eyes, "I wasn't talking to you Al. Calm down." He groaned as his calf muscle stung from the position he was in. "Hurry up!"

"I'm going as fast as I can!" Alfred stuck a tongue out of his mouth, biting down to draw blood as he finally managed to untangle the pesky lace. "Got it!"

Matthew sprung out, crying out in pain as he put weight on his foot. Alfred turned, already reaching the door. "Mattie! You okay?"

He grimaced and nodded, reapplying pressure until he felt the pain somewhat numbed. "Yeah, I'm fine. Keep running!"

Alfred nodded, throwing another glance into the empty barn before slamming the door shut behind his brother.

It was never opened again.

5 years later-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-

Alfred leaned onto the bar, his fake ID easily gaining him access to a rum and coke. Even when he did indulge, he always kept it to a minimum with some good ol' sugar added. He sipped some, cringing lightly. The bartender swigged some liquid from a silver hand flask, before turning and baring him a grin.

"Anything else?"

Alfred smiled, shaking his head. "Your eyes, they're... interesting."

The bartender laughed, a strange hissing sound, before replying, "Thanks, I'm an albino."

"I didn't know there was such thing as human albinos..." Alfred replied with a frown.

"Kesesese, what can I say, I'm unique."

Alfred chuckled, before raising his glass and spinning to face the rest of the bar. "To being unique!" The rest of the bar cheered, and several beers were raised and a lot of liquid was sloshed, and Alfred felt his brother sidle into the seat next to him.

"Making strange cheers again, eh?"

Alfred laughed, winking in agreement. The bartender turned to face the newcomer, recognition flashing across his face. "Birdie!"

"Hey Gil."

"Mattie? You know him?"

Matthew rolled his eyes, waiting for the glass of impending intoxication. "I've told you about him, This is Gilbert."

Alfred turned and gave a cheery smile to the albino. "Hey Gil! I'm Al, Mattie's brother from another mother!"

Gil released his unusual laugh again, "I know, Birdie told me."

Alfred chuckled in embarrassment, rubbing the back of his neck. He glanced up at him again, a dangerous glint in his eye. "I'd be careful though Gil, with eyes like that," he smiled, baring a canine.

"Someone might mistake you for a vampire."

I haven't decided on Franada or Prucan yet... if you have an opinion please tell me cause I'm at a loss xAx

Arthur's in the next chapter! This was more of a prologue so it's a bit shorter, starting next chapter they'll get a bit longer.

I'll try to update once or twice a week, but even if I start out with fast updates, it very likely will decline... cause that's what always happens ;;

Review any questions, comments or suggestions~~