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Title:
Beauty and the Englishman
Summary:
Anime: Hetalia
Vampire!England x Reader
Part 4 of 6
Commission for TheComicGal
Credits:
Hetalia and it's characters © Hidekaz Himaruya
This story © RecklessAlbinoChibi
You © Yourself, or whoever you want

He brought the teacup up to his lips, before tossing the liquid down to the back of his throat. Arthur resided in one of the many armchairs of the house, his legs crossed rather neatly and a porcelain white teacup placed within his hands.

She sat in the armchair opposite him, staring at him with raised eyebrows. Her legs were drawn up onto the chair, her arms lazily lying on the top of her knees, clearly showing that she was incredibly comfortable with the whole situation.

"So, you wanted to tell me something Arthur? We've been sat here for like, ten minutes. I'm bored. When are you going to speak to me?"

He brought his emerald eyes up to look at her, his mouth pulling into a frown. With a soft sigh, he twisted his body so that he could easily place the teacup onto the nearby coffee table. Once this task was done, he sat up straight again.

"And finally, we're getting somewhere," she commented, causing him to lightly groan in annoyance.

Casting her a small glare, he uncrossed his legs and leaned his elbows on his knees. "I've something to confess to you, [Your Name]," he admitted quietly, letting his gaze drift down to stare at the floor. She stayed silent, which was basically the same as urging him on. "I've kept this secret to myself for quite some time," he started, his voice dropping to a low tone. "I haven't told a single soul. Sometimes, I even try to forget about the fact myself. I lie to myself in the hope that it will all go away."

"What is it, Artie?" She sat properly in the chair, thinking that it would provide the blonde man a little comfort, knowing that she could act like a proper lady for once. With a small tilt of her head, she flashed him a tiny smile. "It's okay Arthur. I'm not going to judge you or anything. Just tell me what it is, and I'm sure we can solve it."

"Ah, that's the problem," his voice came back. "This problem is not something that can be solved." Before she could question his response, he continued on. "I'm not sure whether it is the right time to tell you or not, but I figured that our relationship would be ruined if I did not. We can't be friends when we're standing on a bridge of lies and secrets, yes?"

Slowly, she nodded. "I would prefer that we're honest with each other," she replied uncertainly, unsure whether she should truly respond.

He continued on, his gaze still focused on the royal blue carpet. "Then again, by telling you this, you would more than likely not even want to be around me anymore. I wouldn't blame you, even I don't want to be around me anymore. But I figured that I should let this get out into the open. I realised that I couldn't hide it from you forever. I realised..." He stopped, taking in a sharp breath. "I realised that I cant hide from myself anymore."

"Arthur," she began, but was interrupted as he held up his hand to stop her.

"Do not speak, [Your Name]. Just listen, please."

With a soft 'mhm', she nodded and sighed.

"What I'm trying to say," Arthur lifted his gaze and connected it with [Your Name]'s. "I'm a monster, [Your Name]."

She raised her eyebrow at this, but then again, who wouldn't? "What are you talking about--"

"Have you ever heard the stories of bloodsucking monsters?" He tilted his head, blonde locks falling over his eyes. "Of course you have. Everybody has. I'm one of those nightmares that keep children up at night, [Your Name]. I am," he paused, watching closely as she stared at him with a confused look. "I am a vampire."

The room was enveloped in a strange silence. It was neither comfortable, nor uncomfortable. They both stared at each other, Arthur with a passionate gaze and [Your Name] with a blank look. The sound of the ticking grandfather clock emitted regularly, but it didn't really disrupt the atmosphere at all.

But then, after a minute or so, she started to laugh.

"Oh Arthur-- Damn that's strange, dude. Where did you hear that from? Your fairies? Vampires don't even exist! Boy, you are crazy!"

His eyes started to twitch, the colour of his irises seeming to brighten, ignited by anger. The side of his mouth twitched, as he glared at the girl across from her. "It's one thing not liking," he stated darkly. "But not believing is another. Don't be so foolish."

"Jeez Artie," she raised an eyebrow, still chuckling. "Calm yourself. You're getting a bit insane there. What fantasy novels have you been reading recently? Dracula? Oh please tell me that you haven't been reading Twilight. Oh god Arthur-- Please tell me you haven't stooped that low--"

"Hush," he snapped, his mouth twitching up into a snarl. "You know nothing! I thought that I could trust you with my one secret, but apparently not! Why would I tell you if I was a vampire if I didn't truly mean it!? I'm not playing around, [Your Name]. Face the facts. How have you not noticed already? Bloody hell [Your Name], I thought you trusted me."

"I do trust you," she complained. "But what you're saying is obviously not true!"

He rose from his seat, fist shaking in anger. "You don't believe in vampires, [Your Name]? They don't exist? Well, if that was true, then I wouldn't exist! There is a vampire standing right in front of you, [Your Name]! Open your eyes!"

"They are open!" She shot back. "You're just Arthur! Stop being so wrapped up in all your fantasy stuff Arthur! You're forgetting the reality that you live in!"

In anger, Arthur lunged forward, hands gripping onto the arms of the chair, face threateningly close to hers. She pounced back, flattening herself against the back of the chair. "Arthur! Stop it! You're scaring me!"

"Scaring you!?" He spat. "Good! You should be terrified of me! I'm not just a petty little human! I'm a monster!"

"Stop saying that--"

"You want me to show you!? Is that it!?" He growled, eyes blazing with anger. "Oh I'll show you," he threatened. "I'll show you alright."

"Damn it Arthur! Stop it! Calm yourself--"

"BELIEVE ME," he voice rose further into a loud shout that shook the entire room, as he opened his mouth wide enough for her to see right to the back of his throat. It was then that she caught sight of the glistening fangs that resided within this mouth, so frighteningly real that she was simply terrified. She could feel his freezing cold breath on her neck as he drew closer, too scared to even breath.

Before she could reply that she now truly believed, he attacked her. He dived onto the chair that she was sat on, fangs attached to her neck. His knee rose, placed on the chair beside her thigh in order to support himself, one hand placed on the side of the armchair and the other twisting [Your Name]'s face away so that he could have easier access to her flesh. Blood trickled down from the puncture wounds in her neck, and she felt herself go limp in his arms. She didn't have the energy to move, scream or fight back.

"A-Arthur-- Stop-- Y-You're hurting me--"

Her soft whimpers went unnoticed as he simply dug his fangs in deeper, relishing the taste of her blood upon his stained tongue. His emerald eyes snapped closed, a rough groan vibrating throughout his throat. It was clear to the both of them that he was in utter bliss, and didn't have the will to stop.

Her own, shining [eye colour] eyes faded into a rather dull shade, before fluttering closed, her breathing becoming shallow and almost non-existent.

It was only then that Arthur realised the damage that he had caused her. He quickly released his hold on her, darting backwards in order to evaluate what he had did. Mentally noting down that she had blacked out, he silently cursed at himself, panicking and frantically trying to clean up the blood that he had caused.

He really was just a monster.

Description
Title:
Beauty and the Englishman
Summary:
Anime: Hetalia
Vampire!England x Reader
Part 4 of 6
Commission for TheComicGal
Credits:
Hetalia and it's characters © Hidekaz Himaruya
This story © RecklessAlbinoChibi
You © Yourself, or whoever you want

He brought the teacup up to his lips, before tossing the liquid down to the back of his throat. Arthur resided in one of the many armchairs of the house, his legs crossed rather neatly and a porcelain white teacup placed within his hands.

She sat in the armchair opposite him, staring at him with raised eyebrows. Her legs were drawn up onto the chair, her arms lazily lying on the top of her knees, clearly showing that she was incredibly comfortable with the whole situation.

"So, you wanted to tell me something Arthur? We've been sat here for like, ten minutes. I'm bored. When are you going to speak to me?"

He brought his emerald eyes up to look at her, his mouth pulling into a frown. With a soft sigh, he twisted his body so that he could easily place the teacup onto the nearby coffee table. Once this task was done, he sat up straight again.

"And finally, we're getting somewhere," she commented, causing him to lightly groan in annoyance.

Casting her a small glare, he uncrossed his legs and leaned his elbows on his knees. "I've something to confess to you, [Your Name]," he admitted quietly, letting his gaze drift down to stare at the floor. She stayed silent, which was basically the same as urging him on. "I've kept this secret to myself for quite some time," he started, his voice dropping to a low tone. "I haven't told a single soul. Sometimes, I even try to forget about the fact myself. I lie to myself in the hope that it will all go away."

"What is it, Artie?" She sat properly in the chair, thinking that it would provide the blonde man a little comfort, knowing that she could act like a proper lady for once. With a small tilt of her head, she flashed him a tiny smile. "It's okay Arthur. I'm not going to judge you or anything. Just tell me what it is, and I'm sure we can solve it."

"Ah, that's the problem," his voice came back. "This problem is not something that can be solved." Before she could question his response, he continued on. "I'm not sure whether it is the right time to tell you or not, but I figured that our relationship would be ruined if I did not. We can't be friends when we're standing on a bridge of lies and secrets, yes?"

Slowly, she nodded. "I would prefer that we're honest with each other," she replied uncertainly, unsure whether she should truly respond.

He continued on, his gaze still focused on the royal blue carpet. "Then again, by telling you this, you would more than likely not even want to be around me anymore. I wouldn't blame you, even I don't want to be around me anymore. But I figured that I should let this get out into the open. I realised that I couldn't hide it from you forever. I realised..." He stopped, taking in a sharp breath. "I realised that I cant hide from myself anymore."

"Arthur," she began, but was interrupted as he held up his hand to stop her.

"Do not speak, [Your Name]. Just listen, please."

With a soft 'mhm', she nodded and sighed.

"What I'm trying to say," Arthur lifted his gaze and connected it with [Your Name]'s. "I'm a monster, [Your Name]."

She raised her eyebrow at this, but then again, who wouldn't? "What are you talking about--"

"Have you ever heard the stories of bloodsucking monsters?" He tilted his head, blonde locks falling over his eyes. "Of course you have. Everybody has. I'm one of those nightmares that keep children up at night, [Your Name]. I am," he paused, watching closely as she stared at him with a confused look. "I am a vampire."

The room was enveloped in a strange silence. It was neither comfortable, nor uncomfortable. They both stared at each other, Arthur with a passionate gaze and [Your Name] with a blank look. The sound of the ticking grandfather clock emitted regularly, but it didn't really disrupt the atmosphere at all.

But then, after a minute or so, she started to laugh.

"Oh Arthur-- Damn that's strange, dude. Where did you hear that from? Your fairies? Vampires don't even exist! Boy, you are crazy!"

His eyes started to twitch, the colour of his irises seeming to brighten, ignited by anger. The side of his mouth twitched, as he glared at the girl across from her. "It's one thing not liking," he stated darkly. "But not believing is another. Don't be so foolish."

"Jeez Artie," she raised an eyebrow, still chuckling. "Calm yourself. You're getting a bit insane there. What fantasy novels have you been reading recently? Dracula? Oh please tell me that you haven't been reading Twilight. Oh god Arthur-- Please tell me you haven't stooped that low--"

"Hush," he snapped, his mouth twitching up into a snarl. "You know nothing! I thought that I could trust you with my one secret, but apparently not! Why would I tell you if I was a vampire if I didn't truly mean it!? I'm not playing around, [Your Name]. Face the facts. How have you not noticed already? Bloody hell [Your Name], I thought you trusted me."

"I do trust you," she complained. "But what you're saying is obviously not true!"

He rose from his seat, fist shaking in anger. "You don't believe in vampires, [Your Name]? They don't exist? Well, if that was true, then I wouldn't exist! There is a vampire standing right in front of you, [Your Name]! Open your eyes!"

"They are open!" She shot back. "You're just Arthur! Stop being so wrapped up in all your fantasy stuff Arthur! You're forgetting the reality that you live in!"

In anger, Arthur lunged forward, hands gripping onto the arms of the chair, face threateningly close to hers. She pounced back, flattening herself against the back of the chair. "Arthur! Stop it! You're scaring me!"

"Scaring you!?" He spat. "Good! You should be terrified of me! I'm not just a petty little human! I'm a monster!"

"Stop saying that--"

"You want me to show you!? Is that it!?" He growled, eyes blazing with anger. "Oh I'll show you," he threatened. "I'll show you alright."

"Damn it Arthur! Stop it! Calm yourself--"

"BELIEVE ME," he voice rose further into a loud shout that shook the entire room, as he opened his mouth wide enough for her to see right to the back of his throat. It was then that she caught sight of the glistening fangs that resided within this mouth, so frighteningly real that she was simply terrified. She could feel his freezing cold breath on her neck as he drew closer, too scared to even breath.

Before she could reply that she now truly believed, he attacked her. He dived onto the chair that she was sat on, fangs attached to her neck. His knee rose, placed on the chair beside her thigh in order to support himself, one hand placed on the side of the armchair and the other twisting [Your Name]'s face away so that he could have easier access to her flesh. Blood trickled down from the puncture wounds in her neck, and she felt herself go limp in his arms. She didn't have the energy to move, scream or fight back.

"A-Arthur-- Stop-- Y-You're hurting me--"

Her soft whimpers went unnoticed as he simply dug his fangs in deeper, relishing the taste of her blood upon his stained tongue. His emerald eyes snapped closed, a rough groan vibrating throughout his throat. It was clear to the both of them that he was in utter bliss, and didn't have the will to stop.

Her own, shining [eye colour] eyes faded into a rather dull shade, before fluttering closed, her breathing becoming shallow and almost non-existent.

It was only then that Arthur realised the damage that he had caused her. He quickly released his hold on her, darting backwards in order to evaluate what he had did. Mentally noting down that she had blacked out, he silently cursed at himself, panicking and frantically trying to clean up the blood that he had caused.

He really was just a monster.