"You mean...I'm...a reincarnation of Jeanne?"
"Ja. God wanted Francis to stop suffering after so many centuries. He knew he couldn't recreate Jeanne exactly, so he had to change a few things. Gender, nationality, and your eyebrows," the German chuckled.
"My eyebrows are fine, thank you very much!!" Arthur yelled.
"So...my Jeanne was here all along?" Francis finally spoke.
"Si! We couldn't tell you immediately, we had to make sure everything followed God's plan! There were some parts we didn't know, so that's why we arrived to make sure Mr. Wolf who is in love with my fratello didn't kill Arthur!" Feliciano smiled.
"I have to kill them though," the wolf growled. "For Lovi!"
"Bastard! Just shut up!" Lovino glared at Antonio.
"Why would you have to kill Arthur?" Ludwig asked, threateningly. "I am supposed to protect the well being of Francis, and I won't hesitate to stop you if you try to hurt Arthur," he said.
"Because I ordered the execution of all Vampires, and now we must add two Angels to the list," growled a man behind them. Ludwig turned and saw Roman, a buff man with dark brown hair, and a bit of Stubble on his chin. His hair was extremely messy. It was obvious from the way he carried himself that he was the alpha of the pack of werewolves. "Why the hell are you just standing around Antonio?! Kill the vampires," he grabbed Lovino by the head, "or else this weakling gets it!!"
"Lovino!" Feliciano and Antonio yelled. The Italian struggled against the alphas grip, failing to get away.
"Don't kill them!" Lovino shouted.
"Kill them!" Ordered Roman. He tightened his grip on Lovino's head, threatening to crush it as if it were a grape.
"Lovino! ...I'm sorry," Antonio said, tears poking at his eyes. He turned to Francis and Arthur, his eyes filled with murderous intentions.
Roman's grip tightened on Lovino's head for every second Antonio wasted by not killing the vampires, but he just couldn't do it. Lovino started crying out in pain. The grip was too tight. He felt his head being crushed. "R-Roman! S-stop!!!" He cried. His head was going to burst at any secon-
Suddenly, Roman was tackled by a certain British gentleman. "Arthur, no!" Francis shouted as the Brit bit at, clawed at, and punched the wolf.
"This is for Jeanne!" He shouted, and bit Roman's neck. "This is for Antonio and Lovino," he clawed at his arm, "And this is for Francis!" He quickly moved, and snapped the wolf's neck.
"Oh mon dieu, Arthur!" Francis yelled. He ran over to the young vampire.
"Oh my God...you killed him..." Lovino whispered, crawling away from the dead werewolf's arm.
"I-I...I killed him..." Arthur said, shocked. "Oh my God, I killed him..." He looked at the alpha wolf's neck, snapped in half. He put a hand to his mouth, ready to cry. He couldn't believe he had killed someone. He just couldn't. He turned into Francis's arms, and cried. "I didn't mean too..." He wept. "I didn't mean to kill him..."
"I can't believe you killed him, Arthur..." Feliciano whispered.
"I'm sorry!" Weeped the said vampire. "I'm sorry..."

"Thank you," he heard two voices say. One Italian, and the other Spanish.