A/N: First fanfic! Huzzah! Probably not very good. Written on midnight after a performance of our school's musical. Wouldn't get out of my head, so I figured, "Ah what the heck, I'll write it". So here it is, in all its strange, slashy, fluffy glory
Meeting Aziraphale for the first time, most people came away with three first impressions: that he was English, that he was intelligent, and that he was gay. Technically, two of these are wrong. However, Aziraphale and everyone else knows that in reality, all of them are correct.
First, that he's English. Technically, he's from heaven. However, he's lived in England through enough eras and he has such a deep affection for the country that he's perfectly willing to admit that he considers himself to be, in fact, English.
Second, that he's intelligent. This is true in every possible way, being the only of the three that's technically correct. Aziraphale's intelligence is much like that of a human, except wider; having lived a very long time and experienced a great many things, he's able to know a lot more than any human can.
And as for the third... well, technically, angels are sexless. Aziraphale isn't so sure about that, but whenever he's feeling insecure, he tends to defend himself with the technicalities of this one. He tried it on Crowley, one day in the bookshop.
"Crowley?"
"Yes, Angel?"
"You know, I'm technically not gay."
The demon gave him a slightly condescending look. "Technically, Angel, I'm not allowed to do this." He grabbed the front of Aziraphale's shirt, pulled the angel toward him, and kissed him. Hard.
After that, Aziraphale shut up about the technicalities.