Bite Me part2

"It's like that snickers commercial you have. You act like some cranky old lady when you're hungry, but you're just plain happy, aren't you?" Prussia commented.
"You have something to say for everything, don't you?" America said whilst paying for their plane tickets.
It was true, up til now he would be half starved... because, well, he can't just pop into a hospital and take blood. His new friend looked after him well, even though he insisted that he could take care of himself.
"Say America~ I got a question."
They were walking to their terminal now. It wasn't overly busy, but people scurried about to whatever business they had.
"Yeah, what is it?" America asked.
"Don't you have a ghost phobia? So what does that make me?" the albino asked.
There was a pause. Prussia couldn't really tell what the other was thinking behind the sunglasses he wore. The sun was too bright for America's sensitive eyes today, no doubt.
America scratched his chin thoughtfully. "A floating piece of tofu."
"WHAT?! "
America laughed obnoxiously. They took a seat at their terminal while Prussia ranted on about disrespecting his awesomeness. Eh, he'll get beer on the plane and forget the whole thing.
"Hm?" Prussia nudged America's arm. "Hey. Isn't that bushy-brows over there?"
American looked towards the direction Prussia pointed in. There was a potted plant... with someone behind it. Judging by the blonde hair and bushy eyebrows, he knew him anywhere.
He got up and walked over to the plant. "Oh England~ Why are you here?"
The Briton practically had a heart attack. How did he see through his superior spy skills?! Surely the plant was the inferior spy in this situation, and had left him exposed.
"U-Uh w-well…" England shuddered. He blushed when he saw Prussia laughing at him. "Wait. What are you doing with Prussia?"
"That's none of your business," America said, frowning.
"Yeah he's a big boy now." Prussia cackled.
England snapped, "We don't need a bloody echo! And it is my concern because he's a moron that doesn't have a vocabulary expanded beyond that retarded word awesome!"
"HEY! Is everyone trying to beat down my self-esteem today?"
America pushed England against the wall with one hand on his chest. "Last I checked, you aren't my brother." He could feel the other's heart beat faster. "And I don't need you."
Next thing he knew his cheek was struck and England ran away.
America stood still for a few minutes; then went back to sit with his companion once more.
"Hey..." Prussia rubbed his back absently. "It's for the best..."
"I know!" he snapped back. He buried his face in his hands.
"Come on…It's time to board the plane…"
~xXx~ *Empire State* (aka New York)
Poor guy, he's been sulking even when we got back home. Prussia had even offered some of his awesome German beer... only to get turned down.
"I should check up on him. Makes sure he didn't kill himself or something," he snorted.
He got up from the couch in the living room and walked down a hall to America's room.

"America… you alright?" Prussia said, knocking on his door lightly.
No answer. He pushed the door open. America knew by now that locked doors were pointless with a ghost around. It was either have him act normal, or have the whole apartment think the place is haunted.
"Now that I think about it, that would be AWESOME! I could haunt people, and slam doors around, and- hold on! I have to... but my awesome needs to be directed towards making sure my roommate's sane." Prussia wandered into the bedroom. "Mein Gott! It's a mess! America must have been pretty upset..."
The bed was flipped to the side; the mirror attached to a dresser was shattered, and random items were scattered on the floor. Prussia saw a body half hiding behind a curtain near a corner, gripping the cloth as if it was a lifeline.
"You shouldn't beat yourself up so much, America." Prussia said, nudging the American with his foot.
Red eyes peered up at him.
"And look, you've worked yourself up so much your getting hungry again. Your eyes aren't blue anymore."
"Shut up," America mumbled.
Prussia gave an over exaggerated sigh "You know what? Don't go anywhere, cuz the awesome me is going to cheer you up with some more blood bags." He floated over to the window, then flew through it.
"Tch I'm strong enough to withstand my urges. Fucking tofu," America thought.
His mind said otherwise. Breathing was getting hard to do; his body started to cramp up painfully.
"It couldn't hurt to nibble on someone," he said to himself, slowly giving in to his hunger. He forgot that Prussia even mentioned that he would have blood for him.
He opened the window, popped out the screen and jumped into the night.
~xXx~
England walked up to the apartment where he knew America lived... no, he was not checking up on him! He just wanted to give that bastard a piece of his mind! How dare he shove the former British Empire around like some child who had stolen a piece of candy. He didn't' even know why he tried to make sure the git was fine. It wasn't like the pale skin, aggressive behavior, and loss of appetite was something to worry about. It was probably just a phase.
He raised his hand to open the door when he noticed a figure moving about at a window. His eyes grew wide when he realized it was America, who then flexed his legs and leapt from it. He wanted to scream, yell, do anything, but fear paralyzed him on the spot. He could have been more aggressive and not let America shoo him away, he should have force the man to tell him what was wrong, he should have… Wait… did America just survive that? He crept into the shadows unseen as America brushed off his clothing like nothing had happened... and walked away.
"The fucking git survived?" He whispered in awe and fear at the act. He knew America was a superpower, but even he should have died with such a fall. Resolving to get to the bottom of this, he crept behind the American, taking care not to be seen this time.
It was much easier to hide anyways, since the American kept to the alleyways and shadows instead of a bright and cheery airport. He was about to praise himself when a can was knocked over and started rattling as it rolled away. Bloody fucking hell! He practically gave himself away! He ducked behind the dumpster as footsteps grew louder and louder. His mind spat out a thousand curses a second as he closed his eyes. He felt fear come across him again as the alleyway suddenly became quite cold.
"Come out come out who ever you are~" America chimed.
England shivered as he hid in the shadow as far as he could from the sickly sweet voice. Something was very, very wrong. America's voice no longer sounded chipper or bored, but smooth and deadly. He didn't want America to find him under any circumstances. There was a loud crash; England's heart stopped. The steps paused, and then almost skipped away.
"Oh there you are~" he said playfully.
"Wha da ya want mister? I ain't got all day," a voice slurred. Desperately trying to keep his breathing quiet, Arthur forced his head from his hiding spot to see who was talking. There was a drunk leaning against the wall, a bagged bottle in his hand and a angry look in his eye. It looked like a business man who had one too many drinks at the pub before heading home in a drunken stupor.
"Why would America talk to someone like him?" England wondered, shoving his fear aside for any explanation on America's behavior.
America moved next to the drunk, ignoring the hand the man put on him in an attempt to push him away. "Yep! You'll do!" He said before violently shoving the drunk back against the wall. Before the man could say or do anything, America opened his jaw wide and thrust his teeth into the man's neck. Blood trickled down in small rivulets as America gorged himself, drinking the man's life away as if it was the only thing that mattered. Horrified, England tried to back away, knocking over a bag of garbage in his hurried haste. The bag tore open, spilling out all types of cans, rotting food, and dirtied bags, causing a ruckus England was sure the whole city could hear.
America looked up, confused, until he saw the English man on the littered ground, shivering. A weird smile appeared on his face as he looked at him, red liquid trailing down his skin. Red eyes, England thought, mesmerized by the stare. Just like the drunk's blood. His heart was beating out of his chest, and every warning signal was blaring in his brain. Run! Fight! Do Something! Anything! But he couldn't move his terrified limbs. All he could do was watch as America tore out the throat of the drunk, discarding the jerking body like a used toy. He looked back at England joyfully before he started walking slowly to the Brit, his grin growing wider as his eyes flashed a deep red. It seemed like an hour, or maybe only a few seconds, before the American was on top of him, pushing down on his chest with one hand and jerking back his head by his hair with the other.
"America... please...." England pleaded, finding his voice for once. His only response was having his blonde hair pulled more, revealing more of his pale white neck to the American. Tears gathered in the corner of his green eyes as teeth as sharp as needles descended-
"NOT ON MY AWESOME WATCH!"