Blood Moon (Hetalia Werewolf)

Chapter One - Alfred

"That was unusual last night, eh dad?" Alfred remarked, hauling the body of the wolf he and his father had killed the night before. It was a smaller sized dark brown werewolf, with a mixture of violet brown eyes. "Dad?" Alfred said again, trying to get Arthur's attention.

"Oh," Arthur blurted, snapping his attention back to Alfred and setting his rifle down. "Yes, it did seem a little different to all of the other times."

"They don't usually fight that much, do they?" Alfred said as he began to drag the corpse toward the hole that the two had dug earlier that morning. "You know, they don't really fight each other more than us."

"I suppose it could be the blood moon that's riling them up. It's supposed to come soon." Arthur helped Alfred drag the wolf into the hole and stood back as Alfred got the shovel and started to slowly fill in the hole. He was silent for a while and avoided eye contact with his dad.

"Any idea who this might have been?" Alfred asked plainly, not taking his eyes away from his job. Arthur sighed. He hated it when Alfred asked that question, it made him feel somewhat...guilty?

"I don't know. It'd just be easier if we could kill them in human form," Arthur dismissed and walked back to the ute to clean up.

"I just hope it's not a kid from my school again, I don't want to be responsible for pumping another classmate's head full of silver," Alfred muttered under his breath as he finished off the burial.

"You'll find out once someone files a missing persons report," Arthur muttered back.

Alfred stood back and set the shovel in the ground. He looked up to the sky which was a smear of pastel orange and pink as the sun began to rise. He replayed last night's events through his head, attempting to make some sense of the unusual events.

Earlier that night, he and Arthur had geared up and driven out to the forest and met with the other werewolf hunters in the area. He met up with Antonio and Lovino begging to go hunting with them instead of his dad. He hated hunting with his father, the pressure was a billion times worse than normal and Arthur would constantly criticise him so it was just flat out horrible. But no matter how many times he begged them, Arthur would always drag him away before they could agree. He was the youngest hunter in the group, but they were constantly getting new members around this time, so hopefully he wouldn't be the youngest some time soon.

That night, they split into pairs to scout the forest. Antonio went with Lovino, Abel went with Bella, the hunters in other groups paired up at their stations in the forest and Arthur dragged Alfred along with him, continuing a very long lecture about how he needed to improve his aim and camouflage skills. They managed to find a group of three wolves and called the others. Antonio and Lovino set after the silver one, Bella and Abel set after the honey coloured one and Arthur and Alfred chased after the dark brown one.

After the chase, they lost contact with the other groups. Throughout the night they chased the wolf through the forest, only getting attacked twice but managed not to get bitten. Eventually Alfred managed to lead the wolf into a wolves-bane trap and shoot it in the head several times. Arthur didn't congratulate him on his good aim and ingenuity, instead he was met with a wave of criticism.

By morning, they were done and patched each other up. Alfred had a few deep claw marks running up his arms and Arthur had four lines scratched into his thigh. They were used to coming out of a hunt all battered, scratched and bruised.

"Abel, Lovino, how'd you do?" Arthur asked into the radio as they drove back home.

"Lost the bastard about a mile and a half from the meeting point. Shot another little fucker in the ass, silver poisoning should affect him some time soon. We'll keep an eye out for it," came a lazy reply from Lovino on the other end.

"Lost ours too," Abel replied sternly.

"Alright, thank you Abel. We'll send a clean up team out for Lovino and Antonio over the next few nights to look for it," Arthur said plainly. "Have you heard from the others?"

"We heard that Elizaveta shot The Ripper in the thigh," Bella answered on the radio. "Pretty impressive for someone stuck with Berwald."

"Hm. It's alright. She could have done better," Arthur criticised. "Well I'll talk later today. I'm taking Alfred home now."

Alfred just sat back in his seat and watched the surroundings blur past his window. He couldn't take his mind off what had happened, he couldn't stop replaying the kill in his mind. His head hurt and his eyes burned from lack of sleep. He did hate the all nighters which made him miss a lot of days of school and they just generally sucked.

His eye lids felt heavy and he leaned his head against the car door after putting his rifle behind the seat. He tuned out of the world, forgetting every sound around him and welcomed a sleep that he had been long craving.

Names Used:

Alfred - America

Arthur - England

Antonio - Spain

Lovino - Romano

Abel - Netherlands

Bella - Belgium

Elizaveta - Hungary

Berwald - Sweden