LONG A/N: Sorry for not updating for so long but I've long since left the Hetalia fandom since I've grown out of it BUT! I still love UKFr/FrUK and I am now back and I re-edited this chapter because when I read over it I noticed a shit-ton of errors in it and cringed. Also because of the reviewer: 'Frenchie' who opened my eyes about what was horribly wrong with this chapter. I didn't realized before that what I wrote was extremely offensive to the French and I am deeply sorry for ever thinking that what I wrote was ever okay. Just because it was Fanfiction did not give me the right to write what I wrote. Thank you for pointing out my wrong-doing and although you may not see this apology, there was a boundary line and I crossed it without thinking, I am sorry. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me.

So, I changed Jeanne into a different female character like you said, but she's not real, just an OC I came up with in my head, her name is Mona and switched up a couple more things in here, too.

THIS CHAPTER IS A RE-UPLOADED/EDITED VERION OF THE ORIGINAL CHAPTER 4. EVERYTHING HERE IS THE SAME EXCEPT FOR WHAT I STATED ABOVE. Sorry if you were hoping for an update but that will come soon...maybe.

WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER: Lots of tears, rape is mentioned but only briefly and non-explicitly and border-line non-con at the end of this chapter.

Please enjoy.

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'Francois, Je'taime, mon amour.'

'Moi aussi, Mona-'

"Francis? Francis, it's time for you to awaken now." Arthur gently shook Francis' still form with a sweet smile on his face, his wife was so beautiful when he wasn't screeching and wailing every time he laid a finger on him. Francis stirred beneath the sheets with a pained expression, he just wanted to sleep and have a little more time with his very first love, even if it was probably just a silly dream to others; it was calming and reassuring to Francis so that maybe, just maybe she's still out there, alive and happy.

Francis cracked an eye open and just barely held back the annoyed groan that almost came out of his mouth; when would this nightmare end? Opening both eyes slowly, he looked up at his...Master under long, light blond eyelashes, flinching away from the hand that was on his arm. Arthur decided to ignore Francis' blunt disregard for his touch and just smiled nervously at him,

"Good morning, dear. The boys are alright and they started on the breakfast for you, and your outfit for today is on the foot of the bed. I expect you to be downstairs in at least twenty minutes after you're well groomed." Arthur also ignored Francis' shocked face and strolled away over to the door with such grace, one would think he were floating on air, which he probably was. The confused Frenchman waited for Arthur to leave the room and shut the door tightly until he got out of the large, comfortable bed and looked for the clothing Arthur had spoken to him about.

"Are you kidding me?" He gagged with mild disgust at the frilly French maid outfit set out before his eyes, as if his day couldn't get any worse he had to wear this corny, stereotypical outfit. His long fingers caressed the delicate, expensive fabric of the dress and he couldn't help but smile just a little bit; he loved high quality threads. His smile soon disappeared into an unhappy frown once he remembered where he was.

Trapped in the middle of who-the-fuck-knows where with three psychotic vampires who all wanted to take a chunk out of his flesh. His eyes searched for a clean pair of undergarments and widened on Arthur's choice of underwear; lacy, black panties.

"Well, here goes the last of my manhood.." He grumbled, snatching the thin piece of cloth off the bed and growled angrily at the garter attached to it, stomping over to the restroom door and slamming it behind him. He glanced up at the mirror above the porcelain sink and became flustered at the ruined makeup running down his pink cheeks from his swollen, puffy, red eyes. Stripping himself of the dress he had been forced to wear yesterday with little difficulty, he stepped into the slim tub and turned on the shower, sighing in pleasure as the warm water ran down his face and bare chest.

'I must think of a way to escape this hell, if I die here then I'll never know what happened to my sweetheart. Who knows if she's even still alive?' The heart clenching thoughts were making Francis more and more depressed by the second so he decided to focus on showering and getting his body clean instead. Once he finished with his wash-up, he dried himself off with the towels on a golden rack and walked out of the washroom, grabbing the clothing and slowly putting the outfit on.

He struggled with the garter a little bit but got it on correctly, walking over to the oddly familiar vanity and taking a seat on the stool to do his hair. He noticed a crack in the glass of his mirror and remembered the blinding rage-fit he had the other day when he was throwing things around, almost embarrassed with his behavior.

He brushed his hair delicately and applied the make-up on his face, just in case Arthur wanted him to be wearing some. Pained, blue eyes stared at the reflection in the large mirror, silently pointing out all of the flaws his once soft, perfect skin.

Filthy.

Tainted.

Disgusting.

With shaky hands, he put his face in the and held back the pathetic tears that threatened to spill form his tired eyes.

"Mona...I miss you so much. Is this the punishment God is giving me for all the things I've done during your disappearance? I didn't mean to be unfaithful to you but I just needed the comfort from somewhere, anywhere. I'm really not a bad man and I promise I'm still the same foolish, love-struck man you met 18 years ago-" His ramblings was cut short at three hard, sharp bangs against his door and he quickly stepped over all the broken glass on the floor and over to the door, opening it just a crack to see who it was.

"It's been 24 minutes and you're still sitting up here after I told you to be downstairs in 20. Is there anything you have to say for yourself?"

Francis looked down at his sheer, black-stocking-clad feet to avoid Arthur's piercing stare, "No. I apologize for keeping you waiting for so long." He said the 'so' with a little sarcasm, it had only been four minutes, geez.

"Ever the sarcastic one, are you? Come, I want to start the day off on a good foot," Francis grew stiff at his words and looked up at Arthur with a surprised, yet extremely relived face. That face soon disappeared into one of dread when Arthur finished his sentence,

"Right after I get my breakfast from you."

He couldn't believe his ears, "You say you want to start off on a 'good foot' and yet you ruin it with your sick blood fetish." He heard the Englishman chuckle dryly,

"It's not a fetish; it's a need. Now either you shut the hell up and come with me or else we'll just have to start punishment right now and I honestly don't care which one you choose because I'm still going to get my share out of you."

"I-I will just follow you then, Master." Arthur smirked and clapped excitedly, grabbing Francis' quivering hand, guiding them back into the room, slamming the door behind him and pushing Francis onto the bed. Francis could see the lust and the hunger hidden in those bright red-green irises when Arthur was leaning over him, nose to nose, then a kiss was pressed against his temple before the vampire went down to his neck, grazing his incredibly sharp fangs across his throat, licking at the hickies and bite marks that already covered it.

Then, there was that same feeling of liquid fire running through his veins once his teeth sunk into his neck but it wasn't as bad as it was before, it was oddly gentle and what made it even more weird was when a hand started stroking his soft hair as if trying to coax him into calming down, which it did. Once Arthur felt like he was satisfied, he removed his teeth embedded in the bruised neck and kissed the new bite mark he made in apology.

"See? That wasn't too bad, now was it?" All he got was a shrug and a low, 'I guess..' from his slave. He could of disciplined Francis for forgetting to address him properly but let it slide since it was just past dawn and it was clear his pet was still quite drowsy from yesterday and today. Francis put on the black heels and let himself be escorted out of the bedroom and downstairs into a slightly dusty kitchen, he grimaced when Arthur pulled the chair out for him to sit down in because of the dust and cobwebs underneath the wooden chair but got over it and just sat down quietly without voicing a complaint.

When he saw Alfred and Matthew, he tensed up immediately and avoided eye contact with the two, the memories of yesterday flooding back into his mind once again. Alfred laughed at this and set the orange juice in a champagne glass on the table in front of Francis and spoke,

"Mornin', Ma'! Uhh, me and Matt just wanted to apologize for yesterday because of our behavior. It's just that we hadn't had anything to eat for a while and we were on edge." Matthew cut in after he set down a stack of pancakes smothered in maple syrup in front of the human,

"Also because your blood smells absolutely divine, but I'm sure you already now that since we all tried to devour you the other day, huh?" if this talk was supposed to make Francis feel safe then it was not working, at all. Arthur could tell too and shooed the boys away, telling them to go back upstairs and finish their studies, receiving annoyed groans from the two but they obeyed their father and left anyway.

"Sorry, I know you are still kind of wary of them. It's okay now, they know better and if they ever try that again I'll make the run 100 laps around the house when the sun is at it's brightest. Would you like to get the discipline over with now or later? I was thinking that maybe I could take you out for a cup of that disgusting coffee you humans seem to enjoy so much first, since we didn't get a proper date when we first met. How does that sound?"

Francis only ate 1 ½ of the pancakes that were served to him since he really wasn't all that hungry, about to wipe the syrup from his lips but Arthur beat him to it with his tongue, swiping it around and on his mouth until the sticky liquid wasn't on his lips anymore. The pink that had spread across Francis' face made Arthur laugh, Francis frowned at him for doing so.

'Even his saliva taste like mint—wait...what!?' Francis pulled a face of confusion and shook his head, those thoughts were inappropriate and just plain weird. He declined Arthur's offer to take him out for coffee since he was in this ridiculous outfit, might as well get it over with so he can relax throughout the day. Arthur was shocked by his choice.

Whilst walking behind Arthur when they left the kitchen, Francis couldn't help but ask him about the vanity in his room,

"Master?"

"Yes, what is it?"

Francis gulped and ran a hand through his blond tresses, something he did a lot whenever he was nervous about something, "I...I wanted to ask you about the vanity in my room; where did you get it from? It reminds me of a girl—"

"Oh, that old thing? Arthur let out a low laugh, "It belonged to this beautiful French woman. Her name is—well, was Mona." Francis felt his blood run cold and his steps came to a halt, Arthur noticed this because the sound Francis' heels made with each step diminished. He slowly turned around and looked at Francis with impatience,

"What the bloody hell are yo—gah!" Arthur yelped in surprise when Francis tackled him to the cold tile and snarled in anger once Francis began punching him in the face, it didn't hurt that much since he's dealt with worse but that didn't mean he wanted to get pummeled by anyone, especially his slave for goodness sake!

"Y-you! What do y-you m-mean was?"

Arthur's face was blank, "That means she dead; I killed her." The only sound was the blood-curdling wailing and screeching of the Frenchman that straddled him and Arthur felt his heart but only a little bit.

"M-Mona! No! Non, mon amour, mon Mona!" Arthur kept his emotionless facial expression on but truly on the inside he could feel his heart clenching just a tad bit with regret but it really wouldn't have made a difference anyway and if anything, he put the poor girl out of her misery.

Then it clicked in his mind once he added it all up in his head; Francis was the one Mona spoke about all the time, the man whose name she shouted once she climaxed after being touched unwillingly by the filthy vampire. He remembers being infuriated with her when she refused to bare his children since he wanted more offspring other than Alfred and Matthew from a different woman.

He remembers her terrifying pleads for mercy and help when he sunk his fangs into her one last time and sucked her dry. The last word on her lips, 'Francis...'

Then he starts to laugh.

His laughing caught the attention of the bawling Frenchman who had already got off his lap and was sitting beside him with anger etched across his face as Arthur continued to chuckle. His cackling was twisted and disturbing, it only increased in volume when Arthur saw the look of fury on Francis' face.

"T-that's right! I did! I—I murdered her. Do you want to know how I did it?" Francis didn't get a chance to respond as Arthur confessed,

"I drank every ounce of her blood from her body. It was so amusing and amazing to see that bright, beautiful gleam in her eyes fade away as her soul slipped from her body. The look on her face was wonderful, Francis! Simply wonderful! Do you want to know what he last word was? Aren't you curious?"

"It was your name. Francis."

He had to get out of here, away from him and away from everything because right now he couldn't think straight. Francis stood up on wobbly legs and began to run away from Arthur who was still sitting on the ground, he had to get away; now.

"Where the hell do you think you're going? Get back here right now!" Francis ignored Arthur's demands and continued to run, occasionally bumping into a small table in the hallway since his vision was blurred with tears. He heard rapid footsteps behind him and looked back to see Arthur charging at him but he wasn't as fast as he thought he was. Arthur growled in frustration at his speed, he may not burst into flames in the morning because of the harsh glare of the sun but he became weaker, slower.

"Francis! Francis, I really wouldn't do this if I were you." The Frenchman kept running until he got to the end of the hall and burst through the large, mahogany door, only to be faced with another long, narrow hall. He still ran with all his might and he smirked as he looked back at Arthur who slowed down greatly whenever one of the curtains weren't closed, the sunlight hitting him head on. Arthur was furious with him and he accidentally started making all of the glass lamps in the hall burst into tiny little pieces because of all the anger and negative energy that was radiating off of him as they ran down the hall. One by one the lamps shattered as they continued the chase down the hall and some of the glass managed to hit Francis from all sides, causing him to slow down when one shard of glass pierced into his left calf.

Arthur knew there was an exit door that lead to the backyard at the end of the hall and he couldn't let Francis reach it so he decided to do what he should have done as soon as the blond man begun running from him. He leaped gracefully in the air and transformed into a small, black bat with red-green glowing eyes, significantly increasing his speed so he was able to catch up with Francis. Francis looked back with confusion clear on his face until he heard a screech and looked above him, before he could gasp, Arthur expertly, with amazing speed, transformed back into his normal form and tackled Francis from behind.

"Noo!" The devastation in his voice made Arthur chortle loudly, grabbing Francis by his hair and yanking his head until back until he was looking him straight in the eyes,

"Yes! Y-you actually thought you could escape? You thought I was going to let you leave me? No, I cannot lose you, your blood is too delicious and rare in flavor. If you left I think I'd lose my mind! But, you're safe now and you're not going anywhere, my love." Arthur scrambled off the floor and tugged Francis up by his hair until he was standing and dragged him down the hall, ignoring Francis' insults and yelps of pain.

They descended down a stone stairway and Francis felt an uncomfortable feeling bubbling in the pit of his stomach the lower they went. Arthur kicked down the wooden door at the bottom of the steps and threw Francis inside of the dingy, dark room only illuminated by a small light barely hanging by a rusty wire on the ceiling, the room smelled of mold and old blood.

He stood in front of him and stuck out his leather boot-clad foot and nudged Francis' face with it and spoke in a bone-chilling, emotionless voice,

"Lick my boots clean and when you're done, I want you bent over that table," He pointed to a small, rusty metal table, "with your panties down and that ass in the air, not a word from your filthy little mouth or else I'll sink my fangs into every inch of your body and finish you off like I did to that other useless waste of space." Francis looked up at him in pure fear and Arthur smirked at how pathetic he looked, pulling out a riding crop that was concealed in his coat pocket and whipped in against Francis' thighs.

He yelped and Arthur saw the opportunity to shove the tip of his boot into that warm cavern and Francis gagged at the unexpected intrusion.

"My previous actions with your so called 'lover' may have broken you but today; I am going to destroy you. Welcome to 'The Dungeon', my dear."

Arthur leered down at him and his sharp, long fangs glinted in the small glow of the light.

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The next chapter will contain smut and non-con so if that makes you feel uncomfortable the why on earth did you click on this story? The 'clean' version of this chapter will be posted here since FF doesn't allow any explicit things on this. I might post the dirty version on my Ao3 if anyone wants to read it? Any feedback on this chapter is appreciated.

I feel like you guys already know most of the translations are so I'm not going to include them here. I'm working on the 5th chapter right now!

Thanks for reading! :)