A/N: Finally, I have completed the first chapter this UKFr story, took me longer than expected!

PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS, IF ANY OF THEM MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE AND YOU ARE NOT OKAY WITH IT, PLEASE LEAVE!

WARNINGS: Non-con/rape, Violence, Cross dressing, language, Uke! France, Humiliation, Smut in later chapters. Mature readers only, you have been warned, continue at your own risk.

Please enjoy! :D

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I have been watching this human for quite some time now. His name is Francis Bonnefoy...and he's French but I just cannot not let this one go because as soon as I laid my eyes on him...;

I knew he had to be mine.

He's beautiful. Long, shoulder length hair the color of sunshine that I'm not too particularly fond of...but oddly, it fit him perfectly. Gorgeous face, clear and soft skin, I should know since I sometimes sneak through his window at night to watch him sleep and I'd occasionally caress his face. The only thing that irked me about him was all that hair he had, especially that irritating stubble on his face. Also, all that hair everywhere else on him, beside his head of course, just had to go because he was far too pretty and feminine for that.

He's healthy and in shape, attractively slim with a stomach that stayed flat even when he was bent over, 'Like he will be soon when I have him bent over every surface in my house fucking the life out of him.'

I also like how he kept himself together all the time, he dressed rather nicely and I'll admit his style it nice but I think he'd look ten times better in female clothing.

I can't wait any longer, just watching him makes my mouth water...I had to have him;

now.

(….)

"Chicken and broccoli soup, table 14!" Francis quickly tossed the rest of the chopped bell peppers into the sizzling oil and told his assistant, Michelle, to finish up where he left off and washed his hands thoroughly before getting a clean bowl and putting the soup in it, then slicing off a fresh piece of baguette and dipping it in the soup off to the side. Francis doubled as a waiter and a chef so he got paid a lot more money than a majority of his co-workers. He approached table 14 with one hand behind his back and walked gracefully, but quickly, over to the table, holding the bowl of soup and glass of water skillfully in one hand.

"Good evening, Sir. Here is your chicken and broccoli soup, also your water." The odd man with frighteningly pasty white skin simply nodded at him as a thanks. Once he set the meal down on the table carefully, along with the water, he smiled as the man tried with hot soup with wide eyes,

"Is there anything else I can get for you, sir?" The man held up a pale hand as he swallowed and wiped the remaining soup from around his lips off with a clean, white napkin before he spoke with a low, sultry voice,

"Ah,...yes, actually could you give the chef my best regards? This is quite delicious." His voice made a shiver run down Francis' spine. Arthur noticed this and smirked but ignored it as if he didn't see and replaced his smirk with a polite smile as he waited for Francis' answer.

'But I bet you'll taste even better than this once I sink my fangs into every inch of your body...' Arthur's mind took a dirty turn quickly and he just barely held back a groan at the thought, oh how he wished he could just bend the Frenchman over the very table he was sitting at and make him beg for mercy. Francis smiled brightly, if Arthur had a beating heart, he was sure it would have skipped a beat at the toothy grin on Francis' face.

"Thank you, I am the chef whom prepared your meal tonight. I am very glad that you enjoyed it." Arthur nodded again as Francis bowed but before he could leave back into the warm kitchen, Arthur asked him out on a...'date.'

"Um...excuse me, but I was wondering if you would accompany me for a quick coffee maybe after you got off work, today?" Arthur knew Francis' work schedule, Francis' shift ended in seven minutes so maybe he would accept but it was a little late for coffee, hopefully he'd say yes.

Francis look surprised at first, then checked his pocket watch that read, 10:57PM, "Ah...it is quite late, no? How about tomorrow morning at 9AM? I'm off tomorrow so we would have more time together, how does that sound?" Arthur wasn't too happy about having to be in the sun, but if it meant being with Francis then of course he wasn't going to turn him down. Besides, the only thing the sun did to him was make him light-headed, not burst into flames like many of the foolish humans seemed to think, who came up with that anyway? Social media, that's who.

"Yes, okay. That sounds more reasonable." Francis smiled warmly at him then bowed, "Just be here by 9AM, enjoy your meal, mons-I-I mean sir." The bright red blush that spread all over Francis' cheeks and even up to his pink ears made Arthur's mouth watery and his fangs extracted by mistake, when he was hungry he couldn't control when his fangs decided to come out. He quickly looked down at his soup to hide the fangs that were showing and nodded one last time before continuing to eat his meal.

When Francis walked away he couldn't help but look at the way Francis' hips seemed to sway unintentionally, making Arthur growl hungrily under his breath, what he would give to get a good grip on those wide hips as he violated that lovely human flesh.

Once Arthur finished his meal, he left a hefty tip for the Frenchman and took his leave from the restaurant in a hurry, afraid that if he were to stay there any longer he'd devour him before even getting the chance to violate him and enjoy the sweet, tangy flavor of his blood.

Arthur was hungry...

Hungry for blood.

Whenever he was craving that sinful red liquid, he grew irritated and overly moody.

He heard rapid footfalls from behind him and got into attack mode, just before the person was only a few steps away from him, Arthur turned around swiftly and grabbed the enemies neck, slamming them against the nearest brick wall, blinded with anger.

"Agh, m-monsieur! I just wanted to give you your...uh..cloak? You left it o the back of your chair after you departed from the restaurant!" Francis was coughing violently from the lack of air, Arthur's grip was putting strain on his windpipe. Arthur's ruby-forest green eyes widened and he loosened his grip on Francis' throat before realizing that it was too late to be friendly because he already knew he had scared the poor Frenchman to death with his actions.

He re-tightened the hold on Francis' neck and slammed him against the brick wall again, this time with much more force, causing Francis to howl out in pain, it felt like his struggling lungs and back were on fire.

"S-stop!...s'il vous plaît...y-you don't have to do this.." Arthur cackled at Francis' pathetic pleas and then sighed with false regret,

"Sorry dear, I wish we would have gotten off to a better start but I guess this will have to do; oh well...say, how do you feel about vampires?" Francis was still able to keep up his cocky attitude and quirked an eyebrow at Arthur, letting out a hoarse, struggled chuckle,

"V-vampires? Ha, they do not exist, you imbecile!" Arthur Kirkland cackled at his answer but there was no humor in his voice, just sarcasm. He leaned in towards Francis' quivering form and buried his face in the crook of his preys neck, inhaling deeply at the delicious smell of him, he almost groaned at the powerful scent. Francis only struggled more, this crazy man who brought up the subject of vampires and had him in a choke hold up against this cold, brick wall was sniffing him, Francis swore his day couldn't get worse or weirder.

"What are you doing!? Sto—a-ahn!" Arthur's slim, wet tongue was trailing patterns in Francis' neck, making Francis stir uncomfortably and moan on accident every time Arthur's wet appendage found a sensitive spot on his throat. Arthur moved the hand on Francis' throat to grab his wrist with one hand, the other, caressing the glorious blond locks of the terrified Frenchman.

"Francis...you're-..you're so beautiful...you don't know how long I've been wanting to touch you like this...to be this close to you...to smell you," Arthur inhaled again as he said that, growling under his minty breath, "to have your weak, fragile form struggling against mine...god; I can't wait to violate you." At the confession, Francis started to squirm more, beautiful, sky blue eyes wide with fear; what was wrong with this man? Francis yelped, rather prissily, when he felt something sharp poking his jugular and looked down, turning pale at the sight of small fangs peaking from underneath the strange mans pale, cracked lips.

Oh god...

Vampire.

Before Francis could say anything else, the vampire sunk his fangs directly into his jugular, groaning at the taste of blood, thick, tangy, glorious blood. Francis let out a blood-curdling screech as Arthur continued to feed off of him, the pain was so unbearable, it felt like his entire body was on fire. Tears sprang to his eyes as he felt himself beginning to lose consciousness, this was it; he was going to die.

He was going to die at the filthy hands of a vampire. Arthur quickly, but hesitantly, removed his fangs from Francis once he realized he was over-feeding. Oh how he just wanted to suck him dry but where was the fun in that? He hadn't even gotten a chance to play and manipulate his new toy, it'd be a shame if he died as soon as he got his hands on him. Plus, he'd be angry with himself because he had been craving this particular human for weeks and he wasn't going to let the pathetic being die on their first official meet!

His thoughts were cut when he felt blood splatter against his bottom lip, the damned human's blood was squirting out everywhere because he had been to quick with removing his teeth from his throat. Arthur's tongue swiped over his bottom lip and he rolled his eyes at the sight before ripping off a piece of the humans white uniform shirt that was stained with small blotches of blood, and wrapping it around his neck firmly, not enough to choke the man but to stop the bleeding. He lapped at the remaining blood on the humans neck and smirked down at his glaring face.

"Q-quoi? Why d-didn't you f-finish me?" Arthur chuckled as he tried to pick up a weak, struggling Francis before he answered testily,

"Who said I was going to kill you? You're my property now and we're going to have some fun for as long as you're still breathing."

"I'll never let you do that! L-let me go, dammit!" Francis spit in Arthur's face and kicked him, making Arthur stumble back into the brick wall opposite of them. He didn't expect to get laughter from the vampire and he definitely didn't expect him to wipe the wad of spit off his face with his slender, pale fingers and suck the saliva off of them with a twisted grin while looking him dead in the eyes, he could have gagged if he weren't so weak.

"D-disgusting...y-you stupide batard! C'est des conneries-*" Arthur rolled his eyes, sick of hearing him whine, grabbing Francis by the hair on his head, roughly forcing him to stand on wobbly legs before drawing his fist back and striking the weak human in the face, successfully knocking the Frenchman unconscious and making him go limp in his hands.

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Hours later, Francis had awoken with a grimace of pain on his face, finding that he was entirely immobile. He heard low footsteps coming in his direction from the right of him, he tried to turn his head but a sudden surge of excruciating pain shot through his neck, he clenched his teeth to hold in the gasp of pain. His eyes were searching but all he could see was a black, dusty ceiling covered in thick cobwebs and dead insects. He glanced down at his body and didn't bother trying to hold back his gasp this time, staring in disbelief at the chains on his hands and around his skinny ankles; just where in the hell was he?

He voiced out his thoughts to the dark figure approaching his quivering form, "Wh—where am-" A cold, boney finger covered his lips, telling him to hush silently. Francis could smell the peppermint breath, letting him know what whoever this was was right in his face. Said person whispered in his ear cruel, heart stopping words;

"Welcome to your new home, slave. Lets have some fun, shall we?"

'Fun? What kind of fun was this person talking abou-' Francis yelped when the vampire hopped on top of him and started ripping his stained shirt off, feeling his sweaty, pale body up like his was nothing but a piece of meat.

Which in this case; he was.

His pants soon followed the fate of his shirt, being ripped off with little patience and tossed to the side carelessly. He heard a zipper being unzipped and started squirming rapidly; he was going to get raped by this blood-sucking son-of-a-bitch.

"STOP! A-ahh, NON! Don't do this, please don't do this to me- AHHHHH!"

"Aw shut the hell up! Arthur's dick isn't that big! Fucking humans and their over-dramatic screamin-Ouch!" Alfred rubbed the back of his neck that was now sporting a bright red bruise there from a certain Canadians hockey stick.

"You're an asshole, Al." Alfred laughed loudly and Matthew began laughing with him, Arthur was always so rough. Oh well, nothing they could do about it unless they wanted their ass handed to them by their father.

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Translations: stupide batard!=((Stupid bastard!)), C'est des conneries!=((this is bullshit!)) Please correct me if I am wrong, I am begging you.

A/N: Yes, first chapter done! I've been planning this out for about a month now and decided to just post it even though I really should go finish up the other fanfics I have...which I shall do; later. Added a little humor at the end for you guys, harhar.

I was sick of the lack of UKFr and just decided, what the hell, I'm gonna write a vampire UKFr fanficiton with uke! France because there just isn't enough UKFr in the fanfiction world. Not sure how long this is supposed to be but I'll stop when I feel the need to.

Please remember to review and leave feed back, this is my first time writing something like this so please no flames! ;A;

Srsly gais, review plOX. ;W;

See you! -Kisses cheeks- :3