Hetalia Scenarios/Stories/Oneshots

2p! America x 2p! Vampire! Reader

                                       My Turn

"Al!" You yell, slamming the door to his room wide open.

"Hm, doll? Something wrong?" He glances up from his magazine, disinterested.

You glare at him. "You know exactly what's wrong, jerkface! When you said you were going to kill my ex, I wasn't expecting you to leave his mutilated corpse on my bed!"

He smirks, lazily tossing his magazine to the side as you come closer to his bed. "So you didn't like my gift?" You blush.

"I-I never said that, it's just...I liked those sheets! And blood is really, really hard to get out!"

"But I thought you liked blood," he purrs as you lean in closer to him. You smirk, leaning in to bite his neck, drawing blood as he moans.

"His is awful...unlike yours." You lick it up, smiling as you curl up next to him, snuggling into his side with his arm holding you tightly. He smiles, revealing the empty spot where a tooth once was. You blush again at how attractive he is, without even trying. You sit on his lap, tilting your head back onto his shoulder as his tanned hands skillfully slip your (f/c) jacket off of you. You smile, turning to face him.

"Babe?"

"Hm?"

"I-I'm...uh, hungry." Al smirks, lifting up his sunglasses to stare into your (e/c) eyes with his glowing red ones."

"Dollface, I'm all yours." You smile, your glistening white fangs becoming visible as you roughly kiss him, biting his lip as he moans, opening his mouth. He shrugs off his jacket, exposing his neck, previous bite marks clearly seen. You pull away, looking into his eyes as your (s/c) hand strokes his face delicately, trailing from his forehead, to cheek, lips, and finally, caressing the scars.

"A-Are you sure, Al?" He quickly nods, eyes half-lidded and mouth open, revealing his tongue piercing, clearly eager. You kiss him one last time, and move down to his neck, finding the special area, and biting down, a sweet tasting, syrupy liquid filling your mouth, which you eagerly swallow. Above, you can hear him groaning, and glance up, nearly having a nosebleed right then and there. His head was tilted back, his eyes were closed, and a look of pleasure was upon his evidently paler skin. You stop, fangs slowly retracting into your mouth as you are done, not wanting to drink too much. You kiss him again, making him taste his blood as he kisses you back passionately. He pulls away, laying you on his bed, your arms outstretched above you. Hovering over you, he leans in, biting your ear.

"Now, it's my turn."