This idea was from Meraki7734

This is a Vampire!America

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America was more than what he always led himself to be. He was always the strongest colony, but his optimism always masked his brute strength. His smile shined brighter than the sun, you would never guess how many times he's cried himself to sleep. He was talented in mechanics, physics, and architecture, but acted so carefree one would never know. The layers of America seemed endless.

One the surface, he was a goofy and happy nation with zero worries. Peeling back the layers you'll find that he is also: intelligent, depressed a bit, artsy, poetic, worrisome, antsy, musically inclined, the list is miles long. But there is one sole aspect of himself that Alfred has never told a soul.

America was an unvampire.

An unvampire, or antivamp, was a vampire who didn't conform to normal vampire standards. Alfred could still eat garlic, he could still touch iron and steel, he could touch and wear crosses, he could cross running water (though he doesn't know where the notion they couldn't originated from), he slept at night and was awake during the daytime, but most importantly loved sunlight.

Alfred did not need to hide from the sun, which was why nobody could tell he was an antivamp. If you looked close enough, Alfred did, in fact, have fangs. They were extremely sharp ones, too. But Alfred never sucked human blood when he craved it, he mostly sucked mouse blood or scorpion blood. This would explain his immune to poison, but that's a side detail. He could eat actually human food, another detail that made him look like a normal human/nation.

He never had to worry about hunters or anything, what he worried about was the full moons. Werewolves weren't the only creature who had their full strength during a full moon. Alfred, despite being an unvampire, was not immune to the wrath of a full moon. This would be when his bloodlust was at its highest, and he no longer could control his animalistic instincts. Often times after a full moon, he would wake up with blood everywhere. He hoped and prayed to God that the nations never caught him on a full moon.

That prayer was good up until now.

Transylvania, Romania

The meeting had been taking place in the famous Bran Castle or Dracula's Castle as most know it by. Vlad had just finished the meeting and was showing the nations to their rooms.

"By the by, everybody! Tonight is a full moon! So lock your windows and your doors! Vampires and werewolves will prowl the grounds tonight, as tonight is not only a full moon but a blue moon! It will not be safe for you to leave the safety of your chambers! If you need something, pull the braided ropes that each room has! A servant will be at your door in a moment's notice and get you your requirement!" Vlad gestured to the long corridor of rooms, placing each nation in one. Finally, he was left with America. America felt cold sweat bead his brow when he heard a blue moon was that night.

A blue moon, in Transylvania, at Bran Castle?

It was a secret antivamp's absolute worst nightmare! 

"Vlad, I need to tell you something," Vlad opened the door and led America in. He saw that Vlad had given him a room with a balcony, which made him gulp.

"America, is something troubling you?" Romania sat on America's bed with a worried face. America quickly shut the door and locked it, running over to Vlad in near tears.

"Vlad! I'm an antivamp! I can't be here! I'll hurt someone! I always blackout on full moons and wake up in puddles of blood! The others can't know my secret!" America saw Romania didn't believe him, so America bared his fangs. Vlad instantly felt his stomach drop at the sight.

"Ok, ok calm down! I can cook an instinct suppressant and get Norway to charm your window and door! It will be ok!" Vlad explained, seeing the sun almost be lost on the horizon. He needed to work very fast, so he bolted from the room. He instantly went to Norway's door and knocked.

"Vlad? Something wrong?" the stoic Nordic asked.

"Meet me in America's room, it's important," he whispered. Norway nodded and headed right to America's chambers as Vlad went to cook a suppressant. When Norway entered America's room, the sight made his jaw drop.

America was shaking terribly and his long, sharp nails were clawing at his head. He saw America's brow glisten with cold sweat and heard the harsh panting. Norway instantly ran to America's side and made him look at him. America's blue eyes were glowing and his fangs were making his lips bleed.

"Lukassss, please make it stop~" Alfred whined as he began to cry. Norway instantly clicked on his cross, summoning a few large ogres.

"Don't worry America, it will be ok..." Lukas said softly. He then got out his wand and spelled America's windows and doors, making sure they did not let anything in or out. He then helped America to his bed and laid him down. He turned to the ogres, "keep him safe and make sure he does not leave his room. Get him anything he needs, do not let him ring a servant," Lukas ordered, the ogres nodded. Just then Vlad knocked and Lukas let him in. Vlad was carrying a small vial of purple liquid. He went to Alfred's bedside and tilted his head back, letting the potion slip down the youngers throat. Once it was in his system, the two noticed how America calmed down and fell asleep. Thinking nothing was going to happen, they retired for the night.

Sunrise came and most nations were in the dining hall, eating breakfast. Everybody was there, everybody except America.

"Where is that bloody wanker? He's late for breakfast!" England growled.

"Ve~ Maybe he snuck out during the night and ate so he's not hungry!" Italy suggested.

"Zat vould explain ze clattering I 'eard last night from ze kitchen," France inquired.

"Well, he's probably hungry anyway. He is America after all. Sweden, could you go fetch him?" Finland asked sweetly, earning a nod from the tall Swede as he walked off. A few minutes passed and Sweden came back empty-handed.

"Sweden, where's my brother, eh?" Canada asked. Everybody took notice of how pale Sweden was. Belarus stood up and got a knife.

"I will go wake him then!" Natalia walked off and came back five minutes later with the same expression. Ok, whatever they saw must have been really bad if BELARUS was scared. Lukas and Romania instantly stood up and ran for America's room. England, seeing his magical using friends runoff, quickly followed. Many of the nations followed but would come to regret the decision.

In America's room was a man, stroking America's hair as they both sat on a cushioned chair. The man had a wicked smirk as he held America on his lap, just petting the younger's cheek. Surrounding them were dozens of bloody bodies, all of them in relatively the same attire. America had deep fang marks on his neck, leading Romania to assume the worst.

America's scent was stronger than Norway's magic, so, many vampires must have shown up to try to claim him.

"He's such a rare beauty. An unclaimed unvampire, defenseless against us. Vampires who are millenniums older, millenniums wiser, ones who know the rituals and customs. He's so young, he didn't stand a chance. Those ogres didn't stand a chance either, I needed him. It's been centuries since I've had a mate," the elder vampire stood up from the chair, carrying America bridal style. He put a cloak over his head and began to stalk towards the balcony. Vlad instantly stood in his way, as did Lukas, Ivan, and Arthur.

"You'll mate my son when I die, turn Chinese, and rise like Christ," Arthur's eyes showed that he was not joking, not at all.

"He may be an antivamp, but he is also a nation. His duty is to those of the human world, not immortal one. Now, release him," Romania's hands began to glow. Lukas got out his wand and scowled.

"Drop the boy, you don't stand a chance," he ordered in his normal stoic tone. He was about to reply, but Ivan stepped forward.

"I will kill you for marking him. Fredka is mine, da," Ivan's eyes were empty as he reached into his coat and grabbed his Magic Metal Pipe of Pain. The elder vampire instantly knew he was outmatched and let Alfred drop to the ground as he tried to escape. But Ivan wasn't letting him go, so while he beat the Hell out of the vampire the Magic Trio was healing Alfred's mate bite. After all the bodies were cleaned up, they laid Alfred in bed and tended to him. He was very weak after being bitten by the vampire but regained his strength in a day. When Alfred was alone with England, those emerald eyes stared into his sapphire ones.

"Lad, next time you shouldn't keep secrets like this. What if we didn't come in time, you would be breeding that disgusting vampire's children right now. Vampires are ruthless, he would have really tortured your body until you got pregnant. I can't even imagine you doing such a thing," England kissed America's forehead, "No worries now, git. I'll protect you. Everybody will,"

Yep, the unvampire was definitely a struggle to deal with. But every nation, even Cuba, made sure Alfred was always safe. The mere thought of Alfred having sex made them shiver. Well, almost every nation. Russia hated the idea that someone almost claimed his America. So, what do you think happened next?

America was in sleeping in his bedroom when he felt arms wrap around him. The young nation groggily turned to the source of warmth and cuddled it out of instincts. Russia embraced America tightly, sniffing his fluffy hair deeply.

"Fredka, you can hear me, da?" Russia asked softly. America opened one eye and looked at him.

"Yes, Vanya?" Alfred smiled up at his boyfriend.

"I was scared back in Transylvania. The vampires smelt your innocence thus they wished to claim your body. I never had sex with you because you were always my precious flower. But now, now I need to make you mine. I need every creature who can smell your purity know you belong to me, as I to you," Ivan cupped Alfred's cheek and kissed him deeply. Alfred moaned and fell to his back as Russia crawled on top.

SURPRISE SMUT

Russia kissed America passionately, licking the younger's lips and begging for entrance. Alfred allowed him in, so Ivan dominated his mouth. The grunting began as Ivan began to go deeper, groping Alfred's ass and making him moan. Ivan then squeezed Alfred's hips as he left soft kissed along the younger's jawline. Alfred moaned softly at his sensitive hips being squeezed. Ivan finally made it to where the other vampire had claimed Alfred, kissing it softly.

"I will claim you when I cum," Ivan's husky and deep voice whispered into Alfred's ear. Alfred nodded as Ivan began to strip the two of them, Alfred completely nude while Ivan was only had his white business shirt unbuttoned. Ivan was basically fully clothed, showing Alfred HE was the man in the relationship. HE was the alpha. HE was in charge. Ivan kissed down America chest, finding his plump nipples hardened from horniness. Ivan sucked on one nipple and pinched the other one roughly. America let out a loud, throaty moan and released onto his abdomen.

"I-Ivan~ Easy~" Alfred begged. Ivan chuckled and let his shirt slip off. He then unbuckled his pants and unzipped them, freeing the large erection as it sprung forward. Ivan sat against the headboard as America got between his legs. He kissed Ivan's thighs and began to suck on Ivan's hard member.

"Gah~ Dammit~ I'm going to fuck you into this damn bed~" Ivan grunted as he shoved America's head down completely. He thrusted into America's mouth roughly, cumming down his throat. Alfred was panting when he sucked his strong Ivan dry. Ivan then flipped Alfred to his belly, putting him on his hands and knees.

"I-Ivan? Aren't you going t- AGGGH~" Ivan shoved his cock deep into Alfred, dry as the desert. The pain was searing, but Ivan did not move. He just left it in there, panting wildly. Alfred knew Ivan's more demonic instincts were kicking in as he felt his hole become wet with precum. Alfred's legs were trembling terribly, but he soon felt Ivan begin to thrust. More pain and pleasure jolted up his spine as Ivan thrusted crazily.

"Blyat~ Fredka I've wanted this for so long~ I've wanted to claim for centuries~ I wanted to mark you~ I wanted to mate you~ Now, finally I'm going to claim you~ You belong to me, Fredka~ Just like I belong to you~" Ivan hit Alfred's prostate, making the American cum again. Alfred's arms gave out as Ivan kept pounding.

"VANYA~ THERE~ HARDER~" Alfred begged as Ivan kept hitting him perfectly. The entire bed began to shake as Ivan's thrusts became godly powerful. Ivan clutched Alfred's hips hard, slamming into Alfred harder than he's ever done to anyone before. Ivan felt himself about to release, so he snaked his left arm around America to lift his neck up to him and the other began to jerk off America. Russia and America were sitting straight up now, America bouncing and moaning as Russia pounded his asshole. With one final thrust, Ivan stabbed Alfred's mate spot with his canines and released around a quart of thick, hot, sticky, semen into his America. Alfred yelled as he came for a third time all over his chest and face. He let go of Alfred and the younger dropped forward, his tongue out as he panted. He had drool down his chin and want panting like a dog. Alfred was covered in both his own and Ivan's cum. Ivan slipped out with a wet SCHLOP and came more all over Alfred's back and legs. 

Ivan sat back to look at his finished project, admiring every curve of his Alfred. Ivan noticed every detail: the pure ecstasy in Alfred's eyes, the cute way he panted with his tongue out, the way his body continued to tremble, how his semen began to leak from Alfred's small hole, the cum coating Alfred along with sex sweat, and the new mate bite he had left. Ivan knew he was a little too hard, as when Alfred attempted to sit up he yelped in pain. Ivan smiled and picked up Alfred, giving him the tender aftercare a rare, beautiful mate like him deserved.