(A/N: I'm spoiling you guys =^=
Love you all!)

Together, Francis and Arthur celebrated Christmas and New Years. A week before Christmas they told the twins about their relationship, to which Alfred replied that they were practically a couple already. Arthur had chased him around, but overall, Christmas was peaceful. On New Year's Eve, they went to Time's Square with Ludwig and Feliciano, whom they had gotten rather close too, and danced together the very first night of the year.
"Arthur," the vampire began one snowy day, "are you sure you don't wish to be a vampire as well?"
"I'm certain. We spoke about this remember?!" Arthur exclaimed as he looked at Francis from his computer, where he was typing another story. They'd spoken about this issue many times before, but Arthur simply didn't want to be a vampire.
"Alright, alright...I'm just...concerned for the future," Francis said.
"I know. I may become one someday, but not yet. Alright?" Arthur said, going back to typing.
"Fine, fine," the vampire smiled. Little did they know, someone else was watching.
"They say he's not going to become vampire-scum just yet," said a Spanish accent. The werewolf felt bad about betraying his best friend again, but his mate, Lovino Vargas's life was on the line. Lovi had lost his brother when they were very young, so he stayed with Antonio, and had turned with him. Now, the hunters were threatening his little Lovi again. Antonio silently apologized to Francis and Arthur, but went on with the plan to take down the oldest, and strongest vampire who had evaded them for many years.

(A/N another short one. I swear, the next chapter will be longer!)