"Don't worry I know what I'm doing" a loud voice called to the man sitting at the edge of the forest.
"Famous last words Alfie" the brother of the king of vampires replied equally loud. Alfred and Alistair were practicing magic.
Alfred started chanting. He didn't really believe in magic in the beginning and that had hindered his progress over the past year angering Arthur's brothers Llyweln and Alistair. Arthur had spent the past year sleeping. Nobody knew what made him sleep but nobody, not even Alfred, could get him to wake up and the usual signs of a long sleep hadn't occurred. Llyweln and Alistair made it seem normal. Alfred worried.
The spell was long an it was supposed to make Alfred a bat but he was known to make rather questionable explosions quite by accident. Hence why the Scottish man was hiding in the trees.
Soon Alfred's limbs grew numb and jelly like, which was in the description of the spell via Alistair, and he felt the ground rush up. He could still see as he normally could with out his glasses, which sat on the ground since metal and glass were hard to convert to a living form.
"Hey kid Ah ken ya could do it" Alistair said coming over to pick up the little bat. Alfred sat sprawled on the large hairy hand unable to figure out which way is up or down. He clutched onto a finger and tried to stand up, failing epically on his little bat feet. "Alright Alfie the way to get back is ya think of your normal body and the whole incantation" Alistair said to him.
Alfred thought back to the feeling and his world was once again righted. He sat on the ground with his shirt missing buttons and his made in Texas glasses were a few feet away. He groped for them his fingers closing on air. He missed by an inch. Damn him and his poor eyesight. He slipped his glasses in allowing the world to come into view once more.
Alistair held out his hand to help Alfred stand up. "When ya go to redo that ya just ta remember those feelings. Ya got a mind that will do the rest. " Alistair told the blond. Alfred nodded. "That's how te complicated spells are."
"Right. Got it. We got anything to eat?" Alfred asked woozy. Alistair laughed. He pulled out a small flask from his jacket proffering it to Alfred. Alfred sniffed it hesitantly. Scotch mixed with blood. Why would he mess with blood like that?! Ignoring that Alfred took a small swig and felt a soothing, burning tingle down his throat. An extreme oxymoron but the burning came from the sharp alcohol and the soothing was from the blood. And it made Alfred relax.
"Alright lad time ya get ya home." Alistair said dragging Alfred back to the manor.
Llyweln was staying at his house in wales doing what ever the hell he did while Alistair stayed behind to help Alfred with ruling over the night race. As the new queen- king- Alfred had to step in quickly while Arthur was asleep, something most of the other rulers were used to but they were all surprised by his sudden sleepiness as well.
Alfred had to direct some more vampires toward highly populated wolf regions because the event of last winter. The wolves were getting restless and fearless against the superior race. And there were the idle threats from Ivan. Alfred just took to deleting his emails and burning his letters as soon as they arrived.
What Alfred really did with his time was watch British television and work magic. He had a thing for watching Sherlock. And Merlin. God they were his crack. He could literally watch them for hours on end. God it was the accents. Those accents just made his skin crawl.
Alfred trudged up the stairs to his bedroom where Arthur lay, not having moved an inch for a year, not even to scratch his nose. He collapsed on t he bed next to the still man, utterly exhausted and yet he would never show that to anybody else. He had to be the hero. The one they look up to. It was in his new job description. One day doing advertisements then next ruling over a race of people. Yeah that's definitely how life progresses.
Alfred sank under the sea of unconsciousness letting it wash over him.
Alfred woke up the next day to somebody rubbing his vital regions. He moaned in comfort and opened his eyes to find it was the incubus king. Again. "You know Francis you really should not do that in here" Alfred mumbled sitting up. "After all what would Chelles say?" Alfred asked pulling away, albeit a little regretfully, Francis has the magic touch.
"Oh honhonhon but ma cheri knows all is for the sake of L'amore" he purred. Alfred frowned. Then he pulled out the big guns while Francis took his hand and kissed it.
"I don't suppose I have to try waking Arthur up to get you out of my house do i?" Alfred asked playfully pushing the other man off of him.
Francis pouted. "Fine do not take my love. I just came here to see Ali for a moment but saw you sleeping so peacefully. That and Ali said you needed to be woken up and he didn't bloody care how I do it. His words mon cher not mine"
"Yeah yeah now get out of here Francis before I get impatient. I'm feeling a little peckish right now as well" Alfred mumbled looking over at the sleeping Arthur. Still no movements. It's like he's dead if it weren't for the slight rise and fall of his chest.
"Alright I concede. Goodbye lord jones see you whenever" he said kissing Alfred's hand one last time. Alfred sighed. It's like walking on eggshells around that man. It would be a bad idea to make any of the other kings and queens mad meaning he let Francis get away with that a lot.
Alfred swung himself out of bed to go have his breakfast and watch some bbc TV.
Meanwhile a group of people gathered together in a large dark room.
One of them stood up. "I refuse to just sit here while they cavort around here in this world" he stated starting the meeting.
"Just calm down. We will get a rid of the blasted night world soon. And I say we start with this one" he said projecting a picture on the wall of a tall, muscular blonde man with glasses that covered his bright cerulean eyes. "Alfred F. Jones." He said in the quiet room.
"What about him? Why is he special?" A woman asked the prize question.
"Excellent question. He is the new ruler of the vampires. I believe his, er, husband is in his stasis period once more so we can target Mr. Jones." The man said happy to explain this all. "He has been a vampire for only a year and he has all of the others under his thumb while he contains good relations with the fae, incubi, spirits, and various other races. He is a powerful creature and we can do one of two things with him in my opinion. We bring him to our side and get him to kill the others off. We kill him and get the others to kill eachother off"
The others sat there dumbfounded. Finally one spoke up "I say in the name of god we try your first idea. If we cannot do that then we shall kill him" with that they made a sign over their chests as an agreement to the plan.
On the wall the image of Alfred F. Jones wavered slightly.
Alfred collapsed once again in the bed exhausted from today's lessons and exercises. He had to deal with another set of skirmishes from the wolves, deleted five text messages from Ivan, burnt three letters and turned away a poor girl with a message from Ivan. The poor girl was shaking obviously afraid. In all it was a normal day.
"Fuck me. Fuck my life" Alfred muttered clutching his pillow to his chest. He slowly slid unconscious.
He didn't notice his bed was shifting from somebody else's weight in his sleep.
Sesi: I'm back! its okay my lovelies I'm here for you all! I've planned out how this story goes and while next chapter is a filler (mostly because I have finals next week and am metaphorically locking up my ipod) it is a good filler chapter. now for disclaimers! I'm not religious. I don't own Hetalia. I wish I owned Hetalia and I don't wish I was religious. I've had enough of christians trying to convert me. so this story is a bit of a dig on religion. I apologize if that offends you. Now I shall leave you all so I can go and get an education...