Well hello people! Welcome to my new Fanfiction. If you guys don't like UKUS or USUK then I would suggest leaving now. *Opens door for those who leave, then looks at the rest of you* Okay! So, for the rest of you awesome people this is a UKUS Fanfiction. Yes, Arthur will be the more dominant one in this because I say so. Anyway, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy.

WARNINGS: Cussing, UKUS, Some USUK, Angst, Vampire! England, Humor, Blood, Yaoi….Yada Yada.

Chapter 1

Once again the blonde, loud-mouthed, burger eating American had barged into Arthur's house without asking. This was a daily occurrence and always pushed the British man over the edge. Being as it may, it never stopped the American from going into England's house and looking through his things. It was like a past time for Alfred. A game if you will. This game usually happened a few times a week and the same thing would happen, every time. Alfred would look at Iggy's clothes or some personal photos. Then England would return and yell at Alfred. Alfred would laugh it off and head home, forgetting about the whole ordeal until it happened again, which was always too soon for Iggy.

Currently, the American was residing in Iggy's closet. He laughed softly as he pulled out some photos of his friend's pirate days. England always seemed to talk about those lost memories as being 'the good old days'. He even had his old pirate outfits! But now he usually only wore them to Halloween parties. Throwing the pictures casually to the side, Alfred dug deeper into the closet. There had to be something new inside there, right? He had been doing this for years but always found the same stuff. Sometimes it pissed Alfred off. Was his friend really all that boring?

Giving up, the American stood and moved out of the closet and walked down the hall to find something else. Usually, Alfred never went above the first floor, but being desperate to find something about his friend he ventured up the stairs.

Finally reaching the second floor America glanced to his right then his left. "Hmm, I think Iggy's room is this way." Alfred turned to his right and walked down the hall, his hands in his pockets. He had been in England's room only a few times. That had been when he was a child though. Alfred was sure that his room had changed since then, right? Someone's room can't stay the same forever.

Or maybe it can.

As America walked into his friend's room he saw that nothing had changed. Nothing. It looked exactly the same. Same wall color, same bed in the middle of the room, same paintings on the walls. It was just how Alfred remembered it. This made the blonde laugh aloud to himself. "I guess Iggy will always be Iggy." America mumbled and took a few steps into the room.

The room smelled of tea and freshly opened books. It was a calming smell but not one that the American was used to. America usually never read and he never drank tea, unless Iggy had made him. Which usually didn't happen. America wasn't one for tea. He was more of a coco-cola kind of guy.

Alfred took a cautious step into the former pirate's room, as if he thought traps and alarms would be set off. But none of those things happened. The American sighed and went deeper into the room. "Hmm." Alfred moved toward the closet and opened it slowly, peeking inside. A rack of different suits and pants hung on hangers. Glancing down, America noticed some card board boxes with dust blanketing them. He knelt down and blew the dust away. Coughing, America opened one of the boxes slowly. Inside the box sat some old and dusty books.

Alfred raised an eyebrow and picked up one of the books carefully. They all looked as though they'd fall apart at the drop of a hat. The blonde opened it and flipped through the torn pages. It was easy to tell that the book was almost as old as Alfred himself. The pages were torn and had a yellow coloring to it. Some of the pages even had burnt edges. America wasn't sure he wanted to know why exactly.

America could easily tell this was one of Iggy's many spell books. Although America never believed in the stuff he always loved teasing his friend about it.

Downstairs, the sound of a door slamming made its way to America's ears. "Shit." Alfred slipped the book inside his jacket pocket and stood up. He quickly closed the closet door and then went out of Arthur's room.

"America! I know you're here somewhere!"

Alfred chuckled to himself and made his way down the steps. At the bottom of the steps, Iggy was looking around franticly, looking for his 'friend'. Arthur only wondered what America had found this time. England turned to see America quickly coming down the steps. As stated earlier, Alfred never usually went to the second floor, so this shocked England.

"W-what the bloody hell were you doing up there?" He yelled as America reached the last step.

"Just checking your house for like…traps and stuff." He mumbled, not meeting his friends gaze. Total lie.

"You git! Don't go up there, I have stuff you don't need to see." He mumbled and walked into the kitchen, turning his back to Alfred.

"Like what~?" America asked with a smirk. Arthur suddenly gained a small blush.

"N-nothing you're bloody thinking of!"

Sighing, America took a seat at the table in Iggy's kitchen. Sometimes America wondered why Iggy even had a kitchen. It's not like he could cook in it anyway. A few months ago, America had tried to convince Iggy of tearing down the kitchen and getting a video game room. This resulted in Alfred getting a smack upside the head.

"Why do you insist on coming in my house anyway? It annoys me to no end." England mumbled as he began to fix some tea.

"That's why. Because I like annoying you."

Glaring at the counterpart in the room, England walked over to Alfred and glared down at him as he sat at the table. "Well, stop doing it! I swear I will get an alarm system and you won't get in here again."

At this statement, Alfred frowned and stood from his chair. The idea of not being able to go to England's house whenever he wanted made him…sad.

"D-don't do that!" He mumbled, his sky blue eyes pleading.

Iggy only narrowed his own emerald eyes. "I will, if you don't stop-" Suddenly, his eyes widened when he noticed a rectangular shape in America's jacket pocket. "What is that?" He asked, pointing to the pocket.

Alfred looked slightly surprised at the question then looked down at his pocket. He'd almost forgotten about the book. "O-oh…nothing." He mumbled and stepped back from Arthur.

"What the bloody hell is it? Is it from my room!"

"N-not exactly…"

Arthur quickly reached for America's pocket but the blonde quickly jumped back and ran into the living room with Iggy close behind. The Brit's emerald eyes were shinning with rage. If that was a spell book he would kill the former colony.

Alfred quickly pulled out the book and flipped through the pages. He couldn't understand a word the book was saying but there had to be something in it to help him right?

America jumped onto a love seat and mumbled some words out of the book. England's eyes widened and he clenched his fists at his side. "Don't read it or say anything from it! You don't know what-"

Arthur suddenly stopped talking. His face quickly drained of color and he fell to the ground, on his knees and coughing up a storm. Worried, America quickly jumped of the love seat and kneeled next to England. "A-Arthur?"

England gripped his throat and coughed more. A white hot pain was making its way into his mouth and back. The Brit tried to keep from panicking and just breath, but it was hard to when he kept coughing. W-what the hell did that git do to me!

After coughing for another three minutes he could see white spots in the corner of his eyes. Meanwhile, America was shaking his friend, trying to get him to respond. "A-Arthur! Come on dude, speak to me!"

I'm going to pass out…Arthur thought before he did so.

*~*~*~*~* Two Hours Later *~*~*~*~*

Arthur's eyes slowly opened. He could feel that he wasn't on the hard floor anymore, but a bed. He blinked, trying to get the sleepiness from his eyes. What happened?

He finally noticed that sitting at the edge of the bed was Alfred. The American smiled brightly as he saw the other open his eyes. "Dude! You're finally awake. I thought you died on me or something."

Arthur winced as he slowly sat up. His whole body seemed sore, especially his mouth for some reason. Putting his head in his hands, Arthur suddenly realized how thirsty he was. He figured it was probably from all the pain he'd endured.

"Can you get me some water…please…?" The Brit's voice was weak.

Alfred winced inwardly at hearing Arthur's voice. Normally England had a stern voice. America sighed and slowly stood from the edge of the bed. "Sure thing dude."

America quickly left the room.

Alfred bit the inside of his cheek nervously. "What exactly did I do to him?" He thought aloud as he made it to the kitchen. The past two hours had been terrible for the American. He'd been pacing Arthur's room and wondering what the hell he did. Fortunately, his friend was still alive. So that was good news…but what had the spell done? Was it a curse? All these thoughts and more ran through Alfred's mind. He felt guilty about his actions, there was no questioning that.

Quickly, America turned on the faucet and filled the cup with cold water. He made his way slowly back to Arthur's room. Nothing had changed when Alfred left. Arthur still had his head in his hands. Hearing Alfred come in Arthur smiled weakly and took the cup. "Thanks."

America nodded and sat back down on the bed. As Arthur took a drink of water, America opened his mouth to speak. "Look, I'm sorry I-"

Suddenly, Arthur spit the water back out of his mouth with a look of disgust on his features. "What the bloody hell did you do to the water?"

"I-I didn't do anything to it!" Alfred said in surprise. "W-what's wrong with it?"

Arthur sat the glass down on his bedside table and shivered. "It tasted like…shit."

Alfred raised an eyebrow and glanced down at the glass. "Maybe you're plumbing is bad?"

Arthur said nothing in reply but he was almost one hundred percent sure that wasn't the case. He'd taken a shower that morning and the water had been fine, so what was up with it now? Arthur ran a hand through his hair and glanced at Alfred. I'm still thirsty…but I don't think water is going to cut it.

Arthur's eyes traveled down Alfred's tanned face and landed on his neck. He blinked a few times and noticed how well his vision was. But at the moment, that didn't matter. Arthur could practically hear the American's heart pulsing. The thought of all the blood made his involuntarily shiver. Arthur blinked in surprise at his thoughts and gripped his head.

What is wrong with me? Why am I thinking this way? Is it the spell…what did he do to me!

The Brit's mind raced as the thoughts of blood continued to plague his mind. This defiantly wasn't a good sign. Finally noticing Arthur's pained look, Alfred put a hand on his shoulder. "Dude, are you feeling okay?"

Arthur looked up at him and opened his mouth to reply but then shut it again in pain as he felt two teeth beginning to grow into…fangs?

Arthur took his hand and quickly covered his mouth, closing his eyes tightly. D-don't tell me he…he made me…

With the closeness between the two it was hard to not smell Alfred's tasty blood. I did not just think that…Arthur bit his lip and winced in pain as the teeth grew sharper.

"Seriously, what's wrong?"

Arthur knew that Alfred been here right now was a bad thing. A very bad thing. He was going to tell him to leave but the smell of his flesh was too much.

Alfred suddenly noticed the Brit's eyes turning from their normal emerald color to a blood red. Alfred gulped and moved back a little. His sky blue eyes widened with curiosity and a little fear. "A-Arthur…"

The Brit couldn't hold it back anymore. In one swift motion he had the American pinned to the bed. His red eyes narrowed down at the American. In the back of his mind he yelled for himself to stop, that this was his friend…his best friend! It was wrong. But, the bloodlust wasn't going to listen.

Alfred's sky blue eyes looked like dinner plates as he looked up at England, who now had his pinned to the bed. The shock was slowly wearing off and as it did he tried to wiggle out from under England but the Brit had a tight grip on him. He seemed stronger than he normally was. It was usually England having a hard time pushing America off of him. Not the other way around.

"A-Arthur…w-what the hell are you doing!"

Arthur leaned closer to the American. This made Alfred wince but he realized Arthur was smelling his neck. Alfred shivered and bit his lip. This wasn't like Arthur at all, and it was scaring Alfred half to death.

"A-Arthur, g-get off of me…please!"

Arthur was still kicking and screaming in the back of his mind. His body wouldn't listen to him. The smell of Alfred was intoxicating. It sent shivers down Arthur's spine. He needed his blood. Now.

Arthur opened his mouth and ran his tongue around the other's tanned neck. Alfred shivered and closed his eyes. He'd stopped trying to escape a while ago. It was futile.

The Brit grazed a fang along Alfred's skin and licked off the blood that came with it. His eyes rolled in the back of his head at the taste. It was better than anything he'd ever had before…so good…

Alfred whimpered a little at the actions. He hated feeling weak and giving up, but he knew something was wrong with his friend and he wasn't going to run away, even though he was scared….very scared.

"Arthur…p-please stop."

The grip Arthur had on Alfred's wrists got tighter as he pinned his down. Alfred winced and shut his mouth. Deciding that he'd had enough fooling around, Arthur bit into Alfred's neck quickly.

Alfred let out a cry of pain and gripped Arthur's shirt in pain. It burned to the touch and made the American feel even more week. Arthur continued to suck on the other's neck, feeling satisfied as the sweet blood spilled down his throat.

After a few minutes Alfred was getting tired and his vision was becoming blurry. By the time Arthur stopped, he noticed that the American was passed out. For a few moment's his eyes flickered from red to green then finally stayed green.

Arthur shook his head as if he was waking from a dream. If only…

Arthur noticed Alfred passed out with blood running down his neck and his eyes went wide. He quickly wrapped his arms around the other and glanced over, noticing a mirror. In the reflection…he saw himself with blood covering his face and chest.

"What in God's name have I done?"

[End]

So, what do y'all think? I'm not even southern…Anyhoo, I hope you enjoyed this! R & R? Cyber cookies for all who do!