Bite me part 7

--Back in the meeting room—
England tapped his finger impatiently while staring at the door to the conference room.
"Where is that bloody American?! The meeting started 10 minutes ago! Japan even went missing!"  He thought mildly paying attention to the current speaker.
He felt anxious… Alfred ran away so suddenly, shouting that he needed the bathroom real quick. He might have fallen for it if it wasn't for the strain look on his face.
"That idiot America is skipping again isn't he?" someone whispered. England tried to concentrate his hearing to that voice. "I bet he's the reason Japan's missing too! What a bad influence!"
The Briton's brows furrowed.  "Didn't Japan just come back to the conference room after I caught Alfred? How could he—"
A ring tone of Doctor Who went off suddenly. Everyone's head looked towards England's direction
"Bollocks! I forgot to turn my mobile off! Sorry!" England saw it was America's ID code "I actually have to take this! Very important!" he said slowly rising from his chair than dashing out of the room.
Once he was out of hearing range he picked up the phone "WHERE ARE YOU! Is it so hard to come from break on time?!"
"Arthur I had to leave…."
England paused. "Why? Are you alright?"
The line was quiet and for a minute he thought America hung up.
"I'm totally fine! No worries!  I'm just back at the hotel. Could you tell the others I had to leave for….an emergency?"
"Why DID you leave?"
"That's not important. We can't spend time together for a while, okay?"
"Alfred F. Jones you better give me some explanation on why or what is going on?!" England scowled
There was a loud sigh "You need to trust me alright? Love you"
England groaned "Amer-"
The phone line went dead.
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America closed his flip phone and dropped it on the floor. He shifted uncomfortably on the couch he was laying on covered in blood.
"He doesn't need to know what happened back there…" he whispered to himself.
I think he does… the voice in his head chimed
"Shut up! I lose control of my temper and you come along!" The blonde growled "What a mess!"
You act like I'm such a bad thing! I'm the reason why you're on top of the world
"You're the reason why I'm miserable."
Ouch
"Please…I just want to be alone…" America said closing his eyes
Hell, just cuz you said please I'll leave you alone for a bit. Oh andddd you might want to feed. What Japan did to you doesn't look pretty
America hissed in response. After feeling the presence clear from his mind he looked down at his injuries.
"God...talk about animal instinct."
The faint memory of Japan tearing at his stomach played over in his mind. There wasn't much the small Asian country could do since he was clamped onto his neck. He fainted not too soon after America gained control over his body. Or was it his mind? Whatever there wasn't a difference! At least he was decent enough to call Prussia and get him help.
"But now that means they'll be after me… well fuck dude!"
America got up slowly to avoid smearing blood on the couch and walked over to the bathroom to take a shower.
"Might as well enjoy the little peace I have now…and maybe one last hot meal" he smiled.
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England clenched his cell phone tightly. America hung up on him! Him! Without thinking he stomped his way to the conference room and said there was a state of emergency in the United Kingdom before dashing off to his car to visit a certain vampire.
It didn't take him long to get back to the hotel stalking his way towards his room. He and America had booked the room together; the American probably wasn't expecting him. Well as soon as he got to him he was going to give him a piece of his mind! America can just leave him hanging like that? He sounded like he was dying!  Ha but not this time! Some meeting won't stop me from getting an explanation! Nothing!
Just as he plugged in his room key and stepped in he could hear the shower running.  
"Bloody America…" he muttered under his breath, following the sound and pushed the door open without warning.
"Alfred!" he shouted, ready to go off on him.
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America let out a (manly) scream and felt his heart drop when he saw England right in front of him. He saw the other eye the bloody shirt in his hand and the deep gashes on his stomach
"What fuckery is this?" England asked. Just now he didn't feel so angry anymore.  Actually his mind just went blank.
"N-nothing!" America stuttered, turning in a failed attempt to hide the evidence.
The Briton shot forward and pulled on the others shoulder to turn him around.  "What's happened to you?! Who did this?" His hand came forward to touch the wound.
America grabbed his wrist almost violently. Honestly he didn't know how to get out of this one. What rang loud and clear was he was hungry again. It was overkill. He feeds than something happens to make him hungry and then he feeds then it repeats.
America's mouth started to water and his throat started to burn. When he said he wanted one last meal he didn't mean England.
"C-can we talk about this later? Please?" he begged.
Steam and fog started to form in the bathroom from the hot water being on for so long.
"No." England said simply. "If we wait until later, well, knowing you later won't come." He almost growled.
"Arthur please" America said closing his eyes and turning his body to face him completely, wounds now visible to the other.
His face scrunched up like he was in pain. "Something is going to happen and I can't protect you if you don't listen to me...And right now...I'm hungry so if you could....leave..."
America could feel his breath coming out as a pant now. When he opened his eyes his eyes zoomed in on the visible blood vein on the others neck. He could practically feel the rich red liquid sliding down his throat with ease and the taste...oh god the taste
England scoffed at that, rolling his eyes. "Oh please. What are you going to do, huh? Eat me?" He muttered, shooting him a small glare
The blonde laughed at the non-intended pun. "That just might happen if you don't leave me alone."