Count! Russia x Countess! Reader: We're the Same

Count! Russia x Countess! Reader: We're the same.

You entered the ball set up by one of the richest noblemen that you know, Vash Zwingli. You were known as Countess (Name), one of the most beautiful maiden in all land. Of course, your beauty was known to all man that is why suitors from everywhere approached you for your hand in marriage. But, every beauty has a secret…

You walked to the Great Hall, with many men asking for a dance. But, a man caught your attention.  He had beige hair and violet eyes, he also have a very cute nose and a light pink scarf. He was wearing a black coat, and he had a pocket watch chain on his chest pocket. He was very tall. You walked to the mysterious man, aware of whom he actually was. He's Count Ivan, the Infamous Charmer of Russia. He has charmed thousands of girls, and those girls never left his side, or his house. He has a secret as well, and people with the same secrets tend to know each other. "Good evening, Count Ivan."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Countess (Name.)" Ivan smiled his trademark smile.

"There is no need to hide those ferocious fangs of yours, Ivan."

"So, you do know… I see that birds of the same feather flock together, da?" His smile disappeared. Yes, the both of you were vampires. Your families were enemies though, until humans started to take note of your kind's existence then started to take all of you out, one by one. The families stopped their conflicts and then hid among the shadows. You were known as the Sweet Poison. You lured men in, and then they never came out. You seduced millions of men and then killed them for their blood. Their wives didn't know where their husbands went, so nobody ever found out.  Everyday, you would hear cries of girls crying over their lost husbands. Hey, it's not your fault that you're a vampire. You were also called Eternal Beauty because your looks never wither away. That is why every night; you cast a spell that attracts your victim. You kill the victim, then drink his or her blood and use the remaining to take a bath. That's a method for eternal youth. Vampires' looks don't change; it's just that you really love human blood. You were cut from your train of thoughts when the music for a dance started playing. "Shall we dance?"  The Russian held out his hand for you.

"Yes, we shall." You showed him your smile, flashing your fangs.

"Those fangs are sharp; no wonder you can drink blood always." He chuckled.

"Yes, and I heard that the blood from the people of your country is cold. How does that taste?" You asked the Russian now leading you to the dance floor.

"Like what you just said, it's very cold… But it's still delicious." He smirked. The two of you danced around, catching stares from different people. It's either because, of your unearthly features, like the both of you were carved by angels, or the dancing. The dancing was sure to bring a trance to watchers. The steps that the both of you take were very graceful, fast yet gentle, strong, yet silent. Your black and red dress was like the night sky covering up the dance floor, while Ivan's scarf was like the sun, fighting off your dress.  Yes, the colors were kind of contradicting, but it was very soothing.  It was very intense, that everybody, and even the dancers, stopped to watch you and Ivan.

"So, what kind of magic do you use to attract your victims?" You asked while taking different twists and turns.

"I simply smile at them, and then they will be entranced." He answered. "What do you do?"

"I cast a spell." You smirked.

"Interesting, and what would that spell be?"

"It's confidential."

"I see." The both of you continued to conquer the dance floor, not even caring about the musicians that stopped playing to watch the splendid performance. The clouds cleared, showing the moon. The lights suddenly explode, causing a black out. Only the moon's faint glow light the room. This gave the chance to show your eyes, now blue-violet in color. You looked at Ivan's eyes, the color of blood now painted on his eyes full of hunger.

"They say that the color of the eyes define what kind of vampire you are." He whispered.

"I see that you are a deceiver, Ivan."

"Well, your kind is graceful… And very blood-thirsty. Such a beautiful demon you are, (Name)." His eyes glowed, emphasizing the color.

"We're the same." You smiled. The both of you kissed.

"I see that we have a party to end." Ivan said after the kiss. You summoned dark butterflies that fluttered around the hall, leaving the guests paralyzed. Ivan smiled, causing the guests and the musicians to faint.

"This, will be a feast to remember."