A\N: So... I decided to write a one-shot about Luka Macken! Oh look, it's Angel!England (I think he's called Britannia Angel or something)! Well, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or Black Butler.
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He was the boy's guardian angel. He would observe him from afar to make sure he didn't end up in any kind of trouble that would result in him going to Hell, if the boy did do something like that, he would make sure that he repented. He would mostly observe during the day as that's when thw little boy, named Luka, was most active.
One day, however, he started to notice a kind of foul stench coming from Luka. Since Luka was a good child with a pure soul, it would be only right to assume he would smell like something sweet, which he did most of the time. But not now. He knew this smell, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
As time progressed, the stench got worse and worse. What was wrong with Luka?
One day, the village where Luka lived set on fire. A ton of souls entered Heaven that night.
Luka's soul wasn't one of them.
This left the angel confused. Was Luka still alive? He quickly flew down to the village to see Luka lying down on his stomach. He wasn't breathing.
He was dead.
Luka smelled horrible. It was then he noticed the same stench was coming off of the flames. It was then he realized what the stench was.
The stench of a demon. A demon that had taken the soul of Luka Macken.
"Why Luka? Why did you sell your soul?" He asked out loud.
Why couldn't he save the little boy he was supposed to protect? Why?
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A\n: Sorry this is so short.