"It means that....that we're lovers?"

"No. No no no no no!" Arthur blushed a furious red and turned away from the vampire standing in his room. He admitted that the vampire was attractive, but still. They'd met only a day ago! And Arthur wasn't the kind to believe in love at first sight! One day, and he still knew next to nothing about the vampire!
"I'm sorry Arthur...we...we can just be friends though!" Francis said, trying to make the Brit feel better.
"Friends...I-I can deal with friends...just...no drinking blood in front of me!" He shouted, trying to find a reason to be angry at the French vampire.
"Please, the humans are looking for a serial killer who bites necks. I'm not a moron, I know when to go to the hospital for blood!" Francis laughed.
"What?! The hospital?!" Arthur shouted.
"Oui. I always get the most common blood type from my friend Gilbert. He's a siren and works there, so he can get me enough blood to live."
"So...you didn't just kill anyone when you came in?"
"No! I swear I didn't."
"Better not have, you bloody French frog," Arthur scowled. Francis chuckled.
"I wouldn't lie to you, Arthur."
"Whatever. I'm going back to sleep," the Brit growled and hid under his covers. He swore to himself he wasn't ever going to fall in love with the vampire.
And the vampire swore, if he and the human at his side ever fell in love, he would give his life to protect him.

(A/N: Sorry, this is short, but it will get good! I promise!)