Apples
A/N: This was majorly inspired by this lovely comic~! {please delete the brackets}
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I loved the concept behind it and decided to write some oneshots based off it~ Though most of it is just some thinking of my own…
Disclaimer: Hell if I owned Hetalia. Or the original idea.
It all began with apples.
Who knew such an inconspicuous fruit (two of them, actually) would lead to a servant of heaven and a servant of hell (both sworn enemies to boot) living together with their human?
They're reluctant to use that possessive known for two reasons: it was unethical to treat humans as object readily given away and taken – that is, according to the heavenly side. On the other hand (and plane of existence), the demon argued that it was his human, thank you very much, now kindly piss off if you please.
Unfortunately, in a strange series of events involving an angel, a demon, an ancient war, two apples (of all things), and some inventive thinking, it all lead all parties to the present situation. As they were both employed to serve the human until he chose the apple that would determine the outcome of the once-in-a-century war, the person in question (called by many names, mostly unsavoury, but mostly responded to Alfred) took matters into his own hands (literally) and made apple juice from both apples. Since the long told prophecy said nothing about combining the fruits, the warring sides were stuck in a deadlock, and the unlucky heaven and hell sent foes were stuck with the Chosen One for an unknown amount of time.
Together.
Under one roof.
They both gave it a week before their begrudging truce came crashing down in a glorious/horrific inferno of frazzled tempers and torn out hair.
"I hate apples." Oliver the demon muttered.
Arthur gave the most unangelic grunt.