This will be mostly based on a roleplay (exception: the prologue and so far into the story the rp was cut off) So, the prologue will be divided into short sectors to give some background story before getting more in depth.

Rating: M-16+ for the beginning chapters, but shortly after that it will move up into MA-18+ due to sexual content and some violence.

Pairing: US/America/Alfred x UK/England/Arthur

Although I must say I am more proud of the Prologue than the rest of the story.. I hope you like it at least a bit? c:

Prologue: "Mysterious Occurrences"

*(Notice: Tent = fabric/cloth and wooden stakes put together[learned from native americans])

"People have been disappearing, sir!"

"What do you mean, 'disappearing'?"

"I'm not quite sure, sir."

"Check all of the tents, then report back to me. If some of our people are missing, there is a reason for it."

America peaked out of the tent behind them; listening to the conversation and terrified. He thought that bite was nothing and so did England when he was tending to it (besides the comments of possible infection). "What if they find out.." tears trailed down his cheeks. As he saw the older nation turn around, he quickly disappeared back into the tent.

England had crouched down to enter the make-shift tent that little America resided in. He thought he would check-up on the boy and see if he was alright. As he pushed the fabric aside, he saw the small male in the far back in a fetal position facing away from England.

"America, are you alright?" He seemed to be shaking a tad.

"Y-yes England," It was silent for a moment.

"I just wanted to check-up on you, lad. Make sure you are prepared later for-"

"I'm not hungry," he stayed in the same position. England wondered what was up with the boy. He was usually always hungry.

"Just be ready, America."

"Late Night Troubles"

It has been almost a whole month since the last full moon. England was reluctant to head back to Britain due to the disappearances which only made the young boy worry even more so.

He couldn't wait out until everyone went to sleep, he had to get away from the settlement before then. America desperately hoped that no one would follow, although he was sure England would be looking for him.
As he reached farther into the wooded landscape, his surroundings begun to darken. His eyes had quickly adjusted to the new lighting to help him see his way.

"Oh no...it's coming.." he gulped. He understood well that his enhanced sight meant that it wouldn't be much longer until he lost complete control of his body. He would never remember what happened during his transformation, he always seemed to remember the beginning of the change and afterwards; just like sleeping. He splashed forward into a small creek, gasping as he fell to his hands and knees. His whole body was shaking and tears began to spill from his eyes as his body started to go numb.

"N-NO!" he gritted his teeth, wishing that all of this would just stop and go away.

England had gathered a group together to search for the missing boy. His anxiety rising every second as he continued an independent search himself. It was bad enough that a majority of the settlers had begun to disappear, and now even little America seemed to have vanished.

A scream sounded in the distance; some were cut short. Eyes widening, he sped up his pace towards the direction of the noise.

He stood paralyzed in shock. Three of his men laid torn across the ground. Bones snapped, throats ripped apart and claw marks all over their shredded torsos. Blood laid splattered over the land and their unconscious bodies and pools of the liquid rested below their lifeless figures. No action nor words could describe what he was experiencing, besides disbelief. He could faintly make out the sound of a low growl somewhere nearby, taking a step backwards, he fled back to the camp. The candle light faded as it dropped onto the blood-stained terrain.

By daylight, England could faintly hear the shuffling of footsteps and soft sobs from inside his tent. He shifted his body and looked over to see America near the entrance. He automatically sat up, glad to know the lad was safe, but noticed his clothes were torn and blood marked his face and body. "A-America! What happened to you? A-are you all right?"

The boy stood there almost silently; his body trembling and his bloody hands partially covering his blood-splattered face. "..Come here, lad," America dropped down to his knees before crawling over to the nation, embracing the other into a tight hug out of fear.

A bear... he said it was just a bear.
I wish it was just that... B-but...

"A New Sibling"

"Over here! Quick!" His tone was cheerful, but urgent as he guided his brother farther into the fields. He wanted to be sure only his brother would hear and no one else. As the other caught up he had turned around, away from America and had stopped.

"Come on! It's all right... Is something wrong?" Canada had stopped to see the bear cub had refused to come any closer. America's eyes met with the cub and he understood why. He went ahead and walked over to Canada; the cub running off as he approached.

"Hey.."

"Hm?" the blond turned his head in questioning.

"I have something to tell you. But you must promise not to tell anyone!"

"America!"

"Remember, don't tell anyone!"

"Okay. I promise."

"America! Where are you?"

"Protection"

Thick darkness clouded the sky, and rain water poured from the heavens upon the land. America made only quick glances towards the sky, in check of the moon's presence, only for it to still be hidden in the dark masses. He only hoped it stayed that way.

"W-Why would you do this?.." the way the rain was sliding down the other's facial features had almost the effect that he was crying. America only denied the chance of the other to truly be shedding tears. It would only make things harder than they already were.

"Because...It's for the best. I don't need you-" he felt an odd sensation as he spoke the last line. He wasn't entirely sure what it was, but it hurt. He couldn't think of a mental explanation of why he felt that twinge of pain in his chest.

A/N - So there's the prologue chapters combined into one! :D Apologies for any weird formatting...I'm still new to all this..I usually just read fics here- this is the first time I'm actually uploading. ^^;

Hope it wasn't too bad so far. Here are some extra notes for some of the above since I put them all together instead of separate due to the shortness to some of them.

- "A New Sibling"; Okay so technically they were already 'siblings' since America was bitten when he was 5 (and not so chibi-ish anymore) but it's only now that more of a bond was established and that America recognized Canada abit more than before.