READ THE BLOODY AUTHOR'S NOTE. *cough* Anywho, some of you may be asking "Why? Who the hell would ever come up with this?!" WELL I DID, BECAUSE WHY NOT. I seriously hate Twilight, but I have to say that the last movie was good. The best part, thank you very much, was the Patriot vampire -sexgod- Garrett. I am literaly in love with this guy right now. HE. IS. JUST. SO. PERFECT. If you have no idea who the hell Garrett is, well- he's a vampire Patriot. If any Twilight fans are reading this and asking who the hell Alfred/America is, he's the personification of the good 'ole USA. Arthur is England. (TWILIGHT FANS- JUST GO AND WATCH HETALIA, LEIK NOW.) Okay, enough talking. Please remember to review~!

Disclaimer: I own neither Twilight or Hetalia

Warnings: slight Garrett/America

"I hate rainy days."

Alfred Jones stood on the corner of the street, his hands it his pockets. A frown was sketched upon the American's face, taunt and grim. The light turned green, allowing him to cross. Song lyrics floated down the street, high pitched and annoying.

"Baby you light up my world like nobody else, The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed, But when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell, You don't know, Oh oh, You don't know you're beautiful~!"

Alfred scowled, shooting daggers towards the young girl who was singing at the top of her lungs. Stupid England, punishing him for creating Hannah Montana… it was almost as bad as Canada's Beiber wrath.

He continued walking, trying to ignore the sheets of rain. He sighed, knowing that when he got home he would most likely spend the night alone, maybe watching T.V.-

A scream interrupted the American's thoughts, forcing him back into focus. Alfred whirled around, sprinting to where the screams where coming from.

"H-help me! Monster!"

Alfred skidded around the corner, and into the alley. A man stood there, hovering over a bloody mass of a body. He had dark brown hair, with wavy light brown highlights. The man turned around to face Alfred. His face was covered in blood, eyes bright red and glowing.

"I hated the first British invasion, but somehow this one is even worse."

His voice was gravelly and smoky, a smell of blood and beer in his breath. With inhuman speed, he grabbed Alfred's arm, pulling him closer.

Alfred was frozen in shock, not believing his eyes. A vampire? And a Patriot at that? Alfred racked his brain for any remembrance of the man from the war.

"You're one of the ten soldiers who was attacked and killed!"

It flew out of Alfred's mouth before he could think. The vampire raised an eyebrow, looking mildly surprised. He let Alfred go, running a hand through his shaggy hair.

"Do I know you from the Revolutionary War? You're obviously not a vampire though; I can hear your heart beating."

Alfred took a step back, staring at the man warily. There was no way he could just come out and say, "Cool dude, I'm America! Ya know, the country you were fighting for?". That would probably just get him killed.

"I'm Alfred Jones, and I uh- am not a vampire." America laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his head.

"So how did you know that I was one of those killed soldiers?" the vampire's voice got lower, hinting at distrust and suspicion.

"Research?" Alfred squeaked, hoping the Patriot would just leave him alone.

"Alfred Jones, hm? The name's familiar. You sure I don't know you?"

"Garrett... that was his name. The soldier who was never found after his fellow soldiers were destroyed." Alfred thought to himself, eyes narrowing. How was he going to get out of this one?

"A commander. That's what you were. You were up in the high ranks with Mr. Washington." Garrett smiled wolfishly. "-but, just how are you alive Commander Jones?"

Alfred grit his teeth, wondering what to say. The soldier obviously remembered him, which was obviously, not a good thing. "I'm his great-great-great- many greats grandson." He said quickly, lying through his teeth. "Please buy it, please just let it go-"

In one fluid movement Garrett broke Alfred's neck, a smile on his lips.

"Well Commander Jones, let's see if you ever wake up."

(About 5 hours past)

Alfred woke up in a cold room, surrounded by big fluffy blankets. His neck and head hurt like a bitch, but he knew he would feel better soon. The American's blue eyes fluttered open, taking in the harsh light.

"Ah, so you are alive!" Garrett's voice called from beside the bed, Alfred just imagining the smirk on his face.

"What the fuck was that for, jackass?" Alfred hissed, rubbing his neck "-that hurt like a bitch."

"I wanted to see if you would come back alive." The Patriot grinned, getting to his feet and leaning closer to the bed. "Just what are you, Commander Jones? You're not a vampire; you wouldn't have a beating heart. But a regular human would have died from getting their neck snapped."

"It's Alfred." America growled, over with this little game. "-and I'm a fucking country. You pretty much just snapped the neck of the country you fought for."

"A country?" Garrett exclaimed, sounding overly amused with the whole ordeal. "So there's an immortal person for each country?"

"Overall, yeah." Alfred sat up, glaring at the soldier.

"So that means that there's an England? So we kicked his fancy little ass in the war?"

"Shut the hell up." America spit, eyes livid. "It's not as simple as that."

"Oh, did you love Mr. England?" the Patriot teased, face set in a grin. "Did the poor old man cry?"

Alfred was off the bed in an instant, arm wrapped around the vampire's neck.

"Say something like that, and your head comes off."

"Tch, how horrible. The great USA falling for a little island in Europe." He retorted, not happy with his current position.

"I never said that I was in love, you bastard."

"It would be better to fall for one of your own men, then an enemy." Garrett sighed, forcing Alfred's arms off.

"It's not like that anymore dude. Arthur and I are friends, not enemies. I think you might be stuck in the past."

"So the redcoat's name is Arthur, huh? Lucky man, getting such a big country like you to obey his every command. Should I just call the states the 50 colonies now?"

"If you don't shut up Garrett, I'm snapping your stupid neck." Alfred's eye twitched.

Garrett made a noise of inpatients, flipping Alfred around and grabbing his face.

"This is what I fought for? You could have at least been a bit cuter." The Patriot smirked, eyes glowing playfully. "-but instead I get this mean jerk who threatened to hurt me."

Alfred's face grew tomato red, eyes sparking. "I'm not cute, you judgmental dick."

Garrett made a move for his lips, pressing them together with his own.

"Yeah, but you're pretty cute like that." He smiled devilishly. Alfred spluttered, bright pink, eyes wide with shock.

In a second the Patriot was gone and out the window, the only remainder of him was the smell of beer and smoke.

I totally support this pairing now. -dies- I DON'T CARE IF NO ONE ELSE SUPPORTS IT, I WILL GO DOWN WITH THIS SHIP. Please remember to review~! ^u^

- Nisa Keehl