Fiery: Hetalia/Characters© Hidekaz Himaruya Story© Me. Summary - He can't leave Alfred. He might never see him again. What would become of him? Britannia Angel the virtue of Will does something to land himself in hell as Greed. Now all he wants is the boy he lost. USUK onesided FRUK Ameripan.

Summary: *purrs*

Fiery: I still gotta post you on dA don't I?

Summary: *nods*

Chapter One

"You are perfect in almost every way and God would love to have you in his kingdom too, Alfred," the Angel smiled at the young boy around five. He didn't want to leave the warm face that was pouting below him.

"Then why can't I come?" the boy, Alfred, questioned, clinging to the Angel's arm as if his life depended on it.

"Because you have the ability to sin, and before it is your time you will sin like you are sinning now Alfred," the guardian smiled sadly at him. He felt his heart breaking as he stared at the boy.

"How?" the American accent cried it's owner stomped his foot as best as he could when on tiptoes.

"You are being a greedy, envious little boy who is releasing his wrath about not being able to come with me," the Angel's British accent soothed the boy. "But there is a way for you to come with me." He smiled warmly down at the boy as he finished.

"Really? How?" Alfred's eyes grew wider in question, tilting his head to the side. Tears were about to overflow onto his face.

It was wrong. What he was doing was wrong the Angel could feel it tug at his heart. He wanted to stay with the boy though. Alfred as his angel, the one who made him feel at home, and the British Angel would do anything to stay with him.

"Britannia?" the American boy asked. The Britannia Angel felt his gaze soften immensely. The British Angel didn't care anymore, the boy had broken down his virtue. His will to resist was gone. A soft smile spread across him lips. Alfred would be his, they would be together. The Angel knew this had to be greed and prayed that his master would not punish him for it.

"Just... just close your eyes Alfred. It'll hurt a bit, but you can stand a bit of pain can't you?" He stopped hovering over the ground and crouched in front of the little American.

Alfred did as he said and shut his eyes tight. The Angel lifted his wand and tapped the boy on his forehead, dead center of his forehead. The boy started to squirm and the British Angel held him whispered that it would be over soon and all be okay, they would be together forever. When it was almost over and the last of the essence was floating away it dove and struck Britannia.

"No!" he cried. The Angel felt his body taken over by the immense wanting to keep the boy by his side. Slowly Alfred started to float away. Wait he wasn't floating the Angel was sinking through the rooftop they had been standing upon, being swallowed into a mass of darkness. "Alfred!" He called.

His boy was reaching out to grab his hand. "Britannia!" Alfred called.

Darkness was crawling it's way up the British Angel's body. "No," Britannia whispered and flapped his greying wings, trying in vain to get back up to reach his little angel. A figure landed behind Alfred with glowing wings and a pure halo of light. The other angel had pure black hair, and dull, vacant eyes.

He heard Alfred scream in fright. "Britannia, don't leave me!" He was on his hands and knees, reaching into the pit to try and pull him out. The blackness reached out and grabbed him. The American shrieked and reeled back.

As the Angel was nearly submerged the one behind Alfred smirked. "I always win Arthur," the Japanese Angel spat. The moment the words were finished Alfred had turned around and the last thing Britannia saw before the blackness closed over his head was the boy's gravity-defying cowlick and a faint glow forming around it.

"Dammit!" the once Britannia Angel spat as he woke in th bowels of Hell. His want for the boy was strong all; he could think of was what he wanted. Arthur was his human name before he was blessed to be Liberality, or Will, as the others called him.

One day God had decided that a little American boy who lost his entire family and did not have anywhere to go needed a warm hand to guide him. The Lord came down to the Britannia Angel, or the Wish Bringer as he called him, and the Japanese Spirit of Light, or the Forgiver as he called him. They were the most responsible of the seven other virtues.

Whoever was going to care for the boy came down to flipping a coin. They had tied at everything, never able to best the other. They were being greedy, but God was letting it slide since it was for another's joy.

But before the coin landed God decided that the Wish Bringer was just what the boy needed in his life. the coin landed heads up and Humility would have won. The Japanese spirit who normally never cared for such a thing suddenly did. No one knew why, but the virtues had all been wishing to guide the boy. It's like he had them all wrapped around his fingers instead of the man they served. He had enchanted all their hearts at just a glance.

Though he had won in God' eyes, Arthur had lost. The boy was like the devil himself able to twist anyone his way and he had removed a virtue form it's seat by the throne. Now he was sitting here in the pits of Hell with no one in sight.

"Allez Le Faire are you the new Avarice?" a French accent swooned behind him. Spoke too soon. Great just fucking great he was here, another ex-virtue, Lust. The fucker. He was removed from his position by taking on many lovers and trying to rape Arthur himself.

"Stay away from me!" the British accent rung out.

"Don't talk to him like that you tea-loving bastard!" Another once virtue, though this one lasted for about ten seconds, and the Italian dragged his younger, pasta-loving, brother down to hell with him so he wouldn't be alone. They were the first sins, Gluttony and Wrath.

"Fratello do you need more hug therapy?" Gluttony asked, holding out his arms to give his brother a hug.

Wrath looked like he was about to yell at him but couldn't bring himself to, so he just muttered, "No..." The older Italian looked a little dejected as the curl that came form the part in his hair drooped a bit. The younger Italian hugged his brother and that's when Arthur thought of them after seeing them on the boy's back. His wings. He glanced at them to see bat wings in their place. The Brit found that small horn's had replaced his halo, and instead of a wand he had a dagger sharp arrowhead tail.

"Fuck," Britannia... ex-Britannia had given up on keeping his language clean seeing as how God had banished him to the pits of Hell.

Pride strode up next. "Hey look Eyebrows is here. Eyebrows are you the new Greed? I bet my awesomeness that I'm right." The albino's sickening grin was flashed at the ex-angel. "Hey Sloth come check it out!"

The Greek slid into view from the shadows. Hercales was Sloth ever since the devil lay eyes on him. The man had bags under his eyes even though all he ever did was sleep. His brown hair was messy with bed head. The sin's eyes were already drooping shut form the effort to stay awake. "Mmmm," he grunted then fell flat on his face, asleep. Loud snores were accompanied by fits of varying laugher from Kesesesesesese to Hohonhonhonhon to just Hahahaha and one shout of "Lazy bastard!" from Wrath.

"What are you all doing? Get back to work!" A man snapped at them and into view slipped the devil him self. He was german with long blond hair and cold, ice blue eyes that saw straight into your soul and not in the warming way God's had.

"Lucifer, i-it's nice to see you..." Arthur tried. The devil turn and sent a harsh glare at the ex-angel.

"Nice to see you too Greed. Have Lust show you around. You two should be working hand in hand quite a bit," and with that he stalked off. The other demons were gone besides Lust who hovered behind him.

"Come on," the sin smiled and extended a hand for the British soul to hold onto. Arthur, now Greed, rolled him eyes and fluttered him wings. It was different and he had to change his way of flight a bit to compensate for the featherless wings. The French soul frowned and pulled his hand back. This wanker was going to take some getting used to...

Chapter Two

A few months had passed in Hell(which was ten year on Earth) before he was allowed out on a job. He would have to focus on marriages and fat cats of the United States of America. While he was down there their Envy joined him. The boy looked familiar in a weird way, but Arthur didn't dwell on it. Greed would have to poke at celebrities too. One he found particularly to his taste.

Alfred.

Alfred had become famous in his absence. Well not a famous name. His Alfred had become a model and not a half bad looking one at that. Arthur was meant to infect the boy's boss and make him take more from the young star. Knowing the boy he would probably not be able to put up much of a fight. Greed scowled as he watched his boy, dressed in a cowboy outfit and now wearing cute glasses, talk to his boss. The sin hoped his presence wasn't enough to corrupt the other man.

"What are we waiting for mon ami? Lets go give it to them," Lust sighed. That's right Lust had been assigned to this job too. The other sin started fluttering out into the view of the people. Greed grabbed his tail and yanked him back. The French demon yelped in surprise and pain. "What was that for?"

Arthur kept his eyes on Alfred. "He can't touch him," the British sin said after a moment.

"Why not?" the French soul asked, lifting a slim eyebrow.

"He's mine. The boy is mine," Greed said. Why couldn't Alfred and the other man part ways already. The demon was shivering in anticipation. If he still had his feathered wings they would have made such a ruckus.

"What do you mean?" Lust asked.

"He's the one I got sent to Hell for. I need him(and my tea) most. I would give up everything(besides my tea) for him," The soul smiled. The pair were walking towards them. Greed could hear Alfred's voice. It had changed it was deeper, warmer. He shivered, wishing with all his might that his boy's boss would leave soon.

The other demon looked put out. "Oh, 'im," the french soul looked at the boy again with great disdain. Then a smile slid across his face. He stood ad stalked over to the duo. "Bonjour. I am Francis Bonnefoy. I've been looking for a job and was wondering if I may receive one working under you." The French frog smiled.

A/N Time!

Fiery: Yeah I'm doing authors note, copyrights and summary just like in Break which by the way will be ending soon. It's starting to get hard to write since I can't kill people and I just accidentally made an exit when I already have the ending planned out...

Little Al: *cries* Who are you let go of me?

Kiku: *smiles and hugs to chest*

Arthur: Let him the fuck go you wanker!

Fiery: *sigh* I love drama

Arthur: *pulls arm back to punch Fiery in the face* Belt-

Fiery: Mother-

Arthur: *punches* up!

Fiery: *faints*

Little Al: *giggles*

Arthur: *glares daggers at Kiku and takes Alfred* Mine.

Kiku: And you wonder why you're Greed...

Arthur: *flips him off* Fuck you.