My lover is a vampire - Hetalia fandom

A/N - So this is my first Hetalia Fanfic, and I worked hard on this, so I give it pride. So go on.

Chapter one

Feliciano walked up the long coble stone path, that led to a modestly large house. The house was a dark greean and unkept, it was of wood and shingles, and there was a front porch; (over all the house was beautiful but looked as if it was to collapse at any given momemt.) Surrounding it were mountains, and large oak trees, leaving it in a rural area near the border of Austria and Germany. Off in the distance the sun was setting.

The Italian carried a medium sized duffel bag with him; He had chocolate brown hair with a curl sprouting out the right side of his head, his eyes closed, but when opend (at rare moments) were a hazel brown.

"wow, this house is so pretty, veeee~ I can't believe they say it's haunted" he said taking in the scnery as he came up to the front door; he tried the door knob which was unlocked like he expected for such an old house. Feliciano stepped in closing the door quietly behind him.

"wow, its such a nice house~ though its not how I expected" he said looking around. the entrance was like any normal house; Feliciano took off hush shoes and left them at the door. since the house was a two story house, he did the down stairs first. from the front and past the stairs he walked through a hall. pictures hung from the walls, while Feliciano walked he looked at them, they were mainly of two recurring faces, one was a guy who looked about Feliciano age, the picture was in black and white of a WWII German solder, he had blond hair that was slicked back, ice blue eyes, his face looked stern but friendly, as he saluted to the camra; the next was of a guy with white hair, red eyes, and pale skin, he had a mischievous look on his face, and a yellow bird sat on his head as well.

"I guess they lived here before..." thought Feliciano, walking out of the hall to what was the living room. It was like any normal living room oddly enough, there was a tv, and gaming systems; yet they were coated in a thin layer of dust.

'that's weird...for a old house' Feliciano thought and continued walking about in the house. He came to a few doors but they didn't open and some were just closits, and one bathroom. From the hall past the living room, there was the kitchen, a normal one still equipped with appliances. like the living room a thin film of dust covered every thing. 'Odd' he thought, shrugged it off and contenues, going to the up stairs.

The sun has already set, its now dark.

Feliciano looked for a switch, to light the upstairs hall. Upstairs was basically a hall and doors, they were all rooms and one closet and bathroom, two of the rooms wouldn't open, and one was the guest room.

Feliciano looked at the two locked rooms, 'I wonder what's in there...They both look cold and scary, Veeeee~' the Italian thought.

Feliciano's stomach growled, and he blushed at this.

" I must be hungry, I haven't eaten in a while Veeeee, its a good thing I brought...PASTA Veeeee~ " he said joyfully, pulling a container full of said item, from his bag. He found what was the guest room and ate there, not trying the dust covered table downstairs.

"veeeee~..." he sighed after he "inhaled" his pasta and plopped himself on the bed, the yawning.

"I guess I've must of missed my sesta..." he said tiredly, settleing on to the bed, then drifting to sleep.

The house was quite.

A lock in the house unlocked, and one of the doors at the end of the hall opend.

A/N - So how was it good? bad? Reviews? Hope you liked it (P.S. sorry it was short, and it was reloaded for Feliciano's name)