Pairings: Greece/Japan, USUK, FrUK, Germany/Italy, Romano/Spain, Onesided Canada/France, Russia/Latvia, Onesided Russia/Lithuania, Lithuania/Poland, Sealand/Latvia

Warnings: Boy love, slight violence, character death

A/N: I think I started to get the idea after watching various vampire movies, (Van Helsing, The Vampire Chronicles, ect…) and then watching Hetalia. I will say this though; there will be no sparkly vampires in this fic. (Can't stand Twilight's Vampires)

Enjoy!

Prologue: Expected Visitors

"Hey ya bas, Mum says to get down here now!"

The young boy groaned and made his way downstairs. Waiting for him were his Mother, Father, and three brothers. The Kirkland family was one of the most well known and wealthiest in all of Europe. To celebrate this accomplishment, they often hosted a party once a month where at least a hundred people would attend. The entire family had to dress up whether they wanted to or not. His mother gave him a last minute check to straighten him up.

"Oh Arthur, I do wish you'd take better care of your hair; it's a mess! Is that a rash on your arm? Have you been playing in the neighbor's garden again? Lift your chin up, yes that's a good boy. Your neck scarf is placed wrong. That's better."

The three of his brothers sniggered. "Always doting on him." they said.

Arthur glared. "Bugger off why don't you?"

"Now, now children; can you be nice to each other just this once?" asked Mrs. Kirkland.

They looked at each other and replied, "No."

(Knock, Knock)

The parents sighed and answered the door to reveal three guests; two tall men and then a small, pretty, teenage girl.

"We're the entertainment for tonight's show." one of the men said.

"Oh, come right in." invited Mr. Kirkland, showing them a seat and taking his own. "So, what are you playing tonight?"

"Ode to Joy on the piano. Would you like to hear some?" asked the girl politely.

"Of course we would dear, right boys?"

The boys merely nodded and sat down. As she began to play on the piano, the oldest of the four brothers watched with a sort of dreamy look in his eyes.

"Adair, you can't tell me you actually like her, she's probably 4 years ahead of you." Arthur said.

Adair whacked him upside the head. "Hush you little brat. You're only twelve, you wouldn't understand."

The youngest boy opened his mouth to say something foul, but was silenced by the look his father was directing towards him. "Arthur, we're incredibly thirsty, go get some wine glasses from the pantry."

"Why can't Eoin do it?" asked the boy, glancing at his freckled face brother.

"Because I said you." His father sternly said. "Now go."

Arthur grumbled, but walked up the stairs to get the glasses. Why was it that he was forced to do everything?

"Arty, let me help you!"

He turned his head to face the small fairy creature in front of him. It was the only one he could actually call a friend in this house. His brothers could see it too, but ignored it. They had their own share of fairy friends to keep track of.

"Alright, but be careful; this is very expensive glass, Mother and Father would be disappointed if-"

"ARGHHH!"

Arthur stopped when he heard his mother's terrified scream from the dining room. He rushed down the stairs and back into the living room.

"Mum, Dad?" he asked, his voice quivering. "Are you alright?"

No answer.

"Mum, D-Dad?"

Silence.

He entered the dining room and nothing could prepare him for what was awaiting in that place. Arthur almost cried out in terror if it hadn't been for the fairy that covered his mouth just in time.

On the floor he saw the three guests kneeling next to his parents, their mouths on the bodies' necks; feeding hungrily on their blood. It was terrifying. All the rosy color from his Mother's cheeks was being drained in front of his eyes. And there was nothing he could do about it. All he could do was watch.

Finally, the creatures got up from the floor and straightened their clothes out. Without a word, they vanished, leaving the small boy to weep over his parents.

"Mum, Dad!" he cried out, rushing to embrace their lifeless bodies. Emerald eyes shut as tears leaked out of them and onto his parent's best clothing. They were gone; erased from existence. The orphan kept his eyes shut, he never wanted to open them, nor leave that spot. He'd lay there for the rest of his life.

Bite

Arthur hollered in pain as something drilled into his own neck. His eyes snapped open as he realized that the monsters were back. They knew he was still alive and was back to finish the job.

"You monsters!" he managed to yell through his tortured screams. "When my brothers see what you did to our parents, they'll-"

"You mean those brothers?" sneered one of the creatures, pointing to the broom closet. All three of his brothers were piled inside, all drained with blood.

"Amyneddgar, Eoin, Adair?"

"You'll be joining them soon enough. But first…"

Crunch

Arthur screamed even louder. All feeling from his left arm had suddenly vanished.

"…We'll have a little fun with you."

The bloody scarf around the boy's neck was ripped off and all three began to drink from his neck.

"Poor rich boy, parents left him to die alone…"

Something dribbled down his nose. Oh god, it was blood.

"P-please stop it!" He shouted at the top of his lungs.

They just laughed and ignored him. Taking pleasure out of harming a little one was their specialty. Arthur couldn't move; they were draining him to death. He began to lose consciousness, waiting for the final blow to happen, to end his suffering, but it never came. Instead, he felt the vampires leave his body and being gently scooped up by another figure his blurred vision couldn't make out.

"I'm here; you'll be alright." said the gentle voice.

Then there was darkness and he passed out.

Well that's the end of the prologue. Comments? Suggestions? Review!

Note: As you can see, his brothers represent the other parts of the United Kingdom: Amyneddgar=Wales, Eoin=Northern Ireland, Adair=Scotland.

The two vampire males and the vampire girl were barely based off Claudia, Louis, Lestat from Interview with the Vampire. (The seeming innocent than killing off whole families part.)