Disclaimer : I don't own Hetalia - Axis Powers or any of the characters used . O.O only the plot bunny and this laptop :D (but technically, this laptop is kinda owned by Apple...so...I guess I only partly own it... *sigh*)

Author Note : HEY! Another Sweet Devil!America x Britannia Angel!England story~ Except, this one isn't a sequel to my other one, so you absolutely DON'T have to read that one to read this one. :D But you can if you'd like~ Anyway, I am kinda thinking of maybe making a oneshot sequel to my other oneshot "My Angel, Sweet Devil" ...but that's a BIG maybe coz I don't feel very comfortable with lemons...you know...like I can read it, that's totally fine with me but writing it is a whole other aspect for me. So, sorry... Oh! And Angel!Belgium, Angel!France (hard to believe, huh? LOL) and Devil!Prussia will make an appearance~

Summary : Why would God let Arthur go down to Earth if He knew that Alfred was down there? Alfred was already angered and out for blood, so when he finds a small angel flying across the skies, it doesn't end pretty.

On to the oneshot~

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Arthur smiled at the feel of the cold morning air against his face, wings spreading widely and freely like an eagle's. The friction it caused against his white feathers was a very pleasurable feeling for the angel. He continued to fly around the chilly air, white tunic flapping in the breeze as his green eyes squinted against the wind, golden hair flying in every direction. His smile grew as he laughed loudly, circling around with a dove that was flying near him. The dove flew up, so Arthur followed it. The dove flew down, so Arthur followed it. Then he stopped for the dove's black eyes had seemed panicked. Arthur chuckled again as he left the dove and began his soaring once again.

Then, suddenly, there was a black flash that seemed to quickly fly past Arthur, slightly brushing his skin. He gulped when he felt negative energy pulse through him and he shivered. His eyes widened slightly and he tried to fly up, back to his haven and hide. But he felt something collide with his chest and he fell back in pain. His wings caught him so he wouldn't crash onto the ground, but he still dropped a few feet. He looked around frantically, trying to find the thing that had hit him. He couldn't see anything, and then there was a breath on the nape of his neck and then something hard hit his back and he flew forwards slightly, eyes widening. Arthur looked back behind him, but again, there was nothing there. He heard a chuckle sound behind him, above him. But, before Arthur could even turn his head slightly, something hit his back - in the same spot as before - again and he was pummeling to the ground in an unbelievable speed. He was falling so quickly and hard that his wings couldn't stretch and catch him and he hit the Earth's hard ground roughly, most likely scratching some of his skin.

Arthur groaned as he hit the surface and he tried lifting himself up again, when there was a blinding pain in his arms and legs and he cried out. Then, the pain was gone, and when he looked up, he saw blue. He gulped when he heard the flap of black, bat-like wings and the snap of a pointed tail. His breathing came faster and he tried to fly away, as quickly as possible.

A demon.

Arthur felt his wing being grasped in a firm, painful grip and he yelped as he was thrown again by it. He hit the ground once again, arm bleeding a bit. He looked back up at the demon's smirking face, eyes wide and terrified. Once he saw the black hair and that strange cowlick the demon had he instantly knew who it was just by the talks of other angels who had fought him and been saved by others because this particularly strong demon had gotten bored.

His name was Alfred F. Jones, personally raised by the Devil himself, powers magnified to such an overwhelming spot that he seemed to have no limits whatsoever, overpowering anyone who came across him.

Arthur gulped.

He was dead.

So, what did he do?

He screamed in pure fear and took toward the skies in a flash, one wing throbbing from the hold the demon had had on it. Then, his arm was being gripped by the demon's rough, big, cold hand and he was pulled against a rough chest, his head being tilted up by the demon's other hand.

"Well, well, well." Alfred said, "Looks like I came out on the right day, huh? What's your name, little angel?" Arthur felt his eyes widened when the hand gripping his wrist moved up his arm to his wings, where Alfred's fingers fluffed his feathers. Arthur didn't answer, only gulping. Alfred's brows furrowed in anger and then Arthur's wing was being squeezed in the hardest grip he's ever felt and he couldn't help but crying out in pain. Alfred smiled cruelly and repeated, "I said what's your name, little angel?"

"A-Arthur..." the angel whispered, shaking in fear.

"Arthur..." the demon said, tasting the name on his tongue. It filled him with strong emotions. But he couldn't decipher them, so he continued with his feelings from before he'd caught sight of the small angel.

The demon flipped the angel down onto the rough ground, one hand holding his face into the hard dirt, the other hand holding onto his wrist, pulling it behind the angel's own back.

"Now, what are you doing, Arthur, flying in the sky and not up doing good little deeds in Heaven?"

"Let go of me!" Arthur screamed in rage. No matter who he was fighting, he would not let anyone push him like that into the ground. He was above this demon! He couldn't let the irony of him being underneath the demon take hold of him, no matter how scared he was.

Alfred pushed him into the ground harder.

Then, everything was gone. There was nothing holding onto him anymore and he shot up, facing the demon. He wiped his dirt stained cheek, spitting some blood out of his mouth, his large eyebrows furrowing in concentration as he summoned his power. Angels were given the use of magic to defend themselves, because they were Holy creatures.

Alfred pulled out a long, shining sword, gripping its black hilt with both hands. He smiled evilly at Arthur, getting ready for an interesting fight. Arthur pulled out his little wand, star at the tip glowing brightly and he shot bright balls of positive energy repeatedly at Alfred. He could feel a sweat break out on his forehead as he shot larger ones when Alfred dodged every single one of his balls of energy without breaking a sweat.

"Is that all you got?" Alfred called, testing Arthur's patience. While Arthur panted and got ready for a bigger spell, Alfred charged toward him, ready to strike. Alfred swung his sword, narrowly missing and noticing he cut a little bit of Arthur's golden hair off.

"Get away from me, you foul creature!" Arthur screamed as he flew backwards. He didn't want to risk turning his back on him. Alfred swung again, cutting the creamy skin of Arthur's arm and making him bleed. Alfred's sapphire eyes flashed red and the sight of that crimson against the glowing, divine creature in front of him. He licked his lips. Arthur shuddered. And, before Alfred could help himself, in his blood lust and just plainly wanting to see this glowing angel covered in blood, he stabbed his waist, easily cutting through the thin white tunic. Arthur screamed in agony as Alfred pushed the weapon in deeper and pulled it out, causing blood to splatter everywhere. Arthur's blood quickly began to seep through his tunic and dribbled down his thigh and leg, dripping to the ground below them. Some of it got on Alfred's hands and the demon lifted his hand to his mouth and licked at the red on his fingers, watching the angel's green eyes the whole time. His eyes continued to glow crimson, making the angel flinch.

Arthur grabbed his side, crunching up the material of his clothes and coughed, some blood trickling down his chin. He watched the demon, ready to cast another spell, when the demon disappeared. Then there was a light breath on his neck, and before he could react, there was a burning pain in his back as Alfred pushed his blade in again, but this time pushing in some of his tainted energy in with it. Arthur cried out, wings twitching uncontrollably. Alfred leaned in close to his ear, whispering.

"Don't like the feel of that demon energy in you, huh, little angel?"

All Arthur did was fall limply against the blade, unable to move as the energy began to take place inside him and pulse through him. He needed to get treated. Quickly.

"Now," Alfred continued, "I wonder what would happen if I did this..." And then the tip of the blade was twisting and turning inside of him and the angel screamed in burning pain.

"Please - Stop!" He gasped out. Arthur dropped his wand, letting it clatter to the ground as Alfred lowered them until both of them were standing on the rough surface of the Earth. The demon let go of the hilt of his sword and Arthur fell to his knees, groaning in pain, twitching from the darkness inside him, bleeding and tears falling down his cheeks. He felt his fingers grasp the grass underneath him and his wings fall onto his back.

Alfred smiled down at the angel, feeling proud. He didn't want to kill the angel, though, and so, before the demon energy could go any further inside him, he pulled out his sword, splattering more blood.

Oh, how he loved the sight of that blood.

"Yo! Alfred!" he heard a voice call him and he tore his eyes away from the delicious sight before him.

"What now, Gilbert?" Alfred called irritably. The red-eyed, white haired demon came into his view and stopped on the ground, looking down at the unconscious, twitching being.

"Dude, you plannin' on killin' the angel? Or just wanted a fuck? Bro, this is the kinda thing you call a brother for!" Gilbert said, whining.

"I was just relieving some anger, Gil. Let's go." The demon replied, ready to leave the angel.

"You sure you don't wanna finish him off?"

"Positive. Let him tell the others how badass I am."

"Dude, you're awesome! Not as awesome as me of course, but still awesome."

"Whatever, let's go."

And with that, the two demons flew away, leaving the angel alone.

Unknowing to them, Arthur was still conscious. Just barely, but still there.

He didn't know how long he laid there, unable to move, but soon he heard calls from a feminine voice.

"Arthur! Oh, dear God, Arthur!" the voice called. He groaned, unable to do anything.

She reached him, slowly touching his shoulder, making sure not to touch the blood covering his shoulder. He cracked his green eyes open to look at his cousin who was kneeling in front of him.

"Bella...?" he whispered. She shushed him, tears running down her face.

"Francis!" she called desperately above her and when the French angel appeared, he gasped and knelt by the English angel as well.

"Mon ami, what 'as 'appened to you?" He looked at Bella for answers, but she shrugged and shook her head.

"We have to get him back up, Francis! Can you help?"

"Oh, but of course! He is notre cher Arthur!" And with that, Francis picked up the now unconscious angel and began his fly upward with a worrying Belgian angel in front of him. He cast his blue eyes to the side slightly and found two demons flying the opposite way as them. Even from this distance he could see the one with dark hair smirking lazily at him. And what irked him more was the dripping crimson sword in the demon's grasp. He didn't stop flying, but he clutched Arthur's frail body against his tighter and glared at the demon before turning his head and flying faster.

Alfred's smirk widened until it took up his entire face and he flipped the sword up so the tip was at his mouth and he licked the blood, eyes flashing red again as Gilbert droned on and on about something that was 'awesome'.

That was when Alfred had one thought which he would do anything for.

I'll have you, my sweet little angel.

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*shot* So, I can't get over the sexiness of Devil!America, so...yeah. This was born. LOLOLOLOL! xD Anyway, please review, I hope you liked it~

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