Title: Heaven and Hell

Rating: T

Summary: Under conditions that he doesn't remember, Iceland ends up in Heaven-and Hell. Stripped of his Nation status, Iceland is trapped and working to escape from Heaven and Hell, with an Angel and Devil, who just so happen to look like his brothers.

Shippings: IceLiech, IceHong, HongLeich, and DenNor

Other info: Based on the Vocaloid Song "Heaven and Hell" Duel shot.

Heaven:

"Hey, wake up."

Iceland moaned. He felt like he was just hit in the face with a mackerel. He sat up and opened his eyes. He was in a dark room, or maybe he was floating in a dark place—one of the two.

"About time!"

"Shut up, idiot."

Iceland turned his head around until he found the source of the voices.

Two people stood behind him. Both were older than he was, and both had, to his shock, wings.

One, the taller of the two, had spiked up hair and wore a red, orange, and black jacket over a white shirt. He smirked, showing fangs in his mouth. Two horns peeked out of his hair and some black bat wings came form his back.

The other, shorter of the two, had hair that laid down on and parted to the side, nearly covering one of his flat eyes. The rest was pulled back and held by a Nordic cross white hair clip. He had on a white tunic with a golden belt. A halo hovered over his head and two feathery and white wings flapped behind him.

Iceland bristled. "What the heck, you two?" He somehow scrambled to his feet and marched over. "Norway, what is going on? Why are you and Denmark wearing such ridiculous clothing?"

"Never had that reaction before." Norway remarked. The Denmark one pulled out a sign and scribbled '+100' on it.

"Because it is so hard to surprise him at all, plus 100 points!" Denmark chirped, earning a glare from Norway.

"You can't award points here in between."

"Just did."

"I'll rip out that tongue if you keep sticking it out at me."

"Oh~? Do you want me to put it somewhere else? Like your-"

Iceland shouted, "Stop it! What are you doing this? Is this a prank?"

"Prank?" Denmark echoed with his arms reaching out to grabbed Norway's near. "Oh no, you're death wasn't caused by a prank. I think I was...um...something to do with oil, right, Lukas."

Norway rolled his eyes. "You're stupid, not even reading the report."

"Your face is stupid." Denmark quipped.

"Did you say 'death'? I'm dead?" Iceland gripped his hands into fist and laughed dryly. "I have a phone meeting with my boss at ten, you two. This isn't funny at all, let me out of this...room, place, whatever."

The two stared at him, confused.

"I think he hit his little head." Denmark sighed. "Look, kiddo, you're dead, simple as that. You're way late for your meeting." He cackled at his bad pun. "This is the crossroads. You're coming with either him or me—I'm more fun so you know."

Iceland shook his head. "What the hell; I'll play along with this. Going with one of you to where, Denmark?"

"He's Matthias." Norway responded. "I'm Lukas. And your either going to Heaven or to Hell, your pick."

Den—Matthias pushed Lukas aside. "Like I said, I'm way more fun. You have to follow all these rules at his place—ugh!"

"There are rules at yours too." Lukas snapped.

"But my rules are fun and you get points for breaking them!" Matthias raised the sign "So, what do you say, kid, you'll come to Hell with me right, right?"

Lukas step closer to Iceland and put a hand on his shoulder. "You're not explaining it all to him." He paused for a moment then corrected himself, "You're not explaining it correctly, is better way to say it."

Iceland was growing more and more annoyed with this childish prank. It was elaborate, true, but it was like they didn't talk it out before executing it. He sighed and told himself to let them play through it. Sooner or later they would stop.

"Look, um, what did you say your name was?" Lukas asked.

"I thought you read the 'file'?" Iceland grumbled.

Lukas reached into his tunic and pulled out a small, thick leather bound book, he skimmed through it for a moment then nodded. "Emil, OK, I can remember that, probably."

Emil? What kind of prank is this? Iceland wondered.

"It's like this, Emil," Matthias pushed Lukas away from Iceland's shoulder and took his spot. "This probably isn't like what you would expect from the afterlife. You see, you get to pick if you go to Heaven or Hell, for one, and once there you can do whatever you like. Then Lukas or I will grant you points, and once you get enough points you can get reincarnated—pretty good deal huh?"

"I don't believe in reincarnation." Iceland slipped out of Matthias' grip, "and points? Really Denmark? You two couldn't think of anything better?"

"I'm Matthias And yes points! You know for the comment," Matthias scribbled on his sign again, "I'm deducting the points I gave you!"

Lukas pulled out his own sign and hit Matthias in the back of the head with it. "We give points on how well we think you live your afterlife based on the rules of Heaven and Hell—you don't get points for breaking Hell's rules,by the way."

Iceland shook his head. If his blood pressure gets any higher, some volcanoes were going to blo-

Iceland's heart skipped a beat, or it should have.

As a nation, he had a deep connection to his home country. He could feel the the land. His health always fluctuating with the economy. Every thing he was was Iceland. It was a feeling he knew and was born embedded deep inside, but, now, he didn't have that feeling.

Iceland—or maybe he was Emil—pulled up his sleeve and frantically felt for his pulse.

Nothing.

"Oh my..." Emil fell to his knees.

He really was dead. How did he die? He couldn't remember. He went to bed with Mr. Puffin last night, the world meeting was the next morning, he remembered awaking up and...and...and...

And now, he was...was...

They said something about oil didn't they? Was there an oil spill? Did it choke him to death? No, he's suffered volcanic eruption that destroyed more than a third of his population and killed off sheep and crops, but he lived through that.

Unless...maybe all that was a dream? Was he ever Iceland? Could people really be countries?

No, no, no! He was certain Iceland before he died. He remembered living with Norway, moving in with Denmark until he got his independence. Listening to countless fights between Sweden and Denmark. Watching the wife carryingraces in Finland. The "fun" of War World One.

He knew he lived through centuries and wars and more April Fool's Days than he cared to remember.

He was Iceland; however, now he was 'Emil.'

"I think he did it backwards." Matthias laughed, poking Emil with his sign. "Look, it's not too bad here—Hell is loads of fun!"

"Heaven is better." Lukas stated. "So. Emil, where do you want to go? Heaven or Hell?"

Emil swallowed, but this did nothing for his dry throat. "H-Heaven I guess."

Matthias dug his finger nails through Emil's shirt and into his skin before tugging the boy to his feet. He tossed him forward and Emil ended up back on his knees. Matthias loomed over him with an evil grin stretched a little too far across his face. Waves of terror shook Emil.

"Once Heaven gets to boring, feel free to leave it and come visit me in Hell, kid." Matthias' voice was a low lasting hiss that stayed in Emil's ears as the devil disappeared into the darkness.

Lukas gently helped Emil up.

"You made the best choice." Lukas commented with a smile. Something about the smile was off: it wasn't quiet big enough to be truly sincere.

Emil really, really just wanted to go back home.

** Hetalia**

Heaven reminds me of Munich for some reason was Emil's first thought.

Heaven was on a craggy island floating in the sky and connected to Hell by a floating land bridge. A big smooth light brown-tan colored brick wall encircled it. Inside tall, straight buildings were covered with shiny windows that reflected the window covered building across from them, which in turn reflected those window and kept repeating until the reflection were too small to be seen. There were a few swooping, calming lines in some of the other buildings.

Tall trees spread their leafy branches. Flowers and grass covered the ground what wasn't paved.

Lukas stopped in front front of a water fountain.

"I've got to go. Any other questions before I leave?"

"Um, yeah, one." Emil took a breath. "What are the rules here? Is there a book or are they written somewhere? I...I would like to be alive again soon, if reincarnation is real, like you si—what are you doing?"

Lukas held up a sign. -100 points.

"You said you had one question, and you asked at least three. A lie. Minus 100 points."

"I—they—the questions were connected to the first question." Emil fumbled.

Lukas looked down at Emil. Emil felt uncomfortable, crouching down. His gaze made Emil like he failed in a huge way, even though he didn't do anything.

"You will learn the rules soon enough." Lukas straighten back up before taking off into the air.

Emil ran a hand through his hair. "I glad Norway's not that scary...anymore." He shuddered. Viking Norway was a terrifying person—so much blood lust put in one little body. Good thing Emil didn't remember that time very well.

"Well, I might as look around my new home for the next..." Emil pursed his lips. "Hopefully not too long."

Heaven was surprising not populated. There were a few people there and they all greeted him happily—it was minus 20 points not to, Emil learned, to greet someone when you walked past them. Heaven's shops were all manned by...Emil wasn't sure what they were.

Like inside-out shadows, or maybe backwards shadows? They were human shaped, so much so he could even tell which where male and which were female from the placement of curves, but with fuzzy edges, like shadows, but unlike shadows, they were white not black.

The inside-out shadows were all very personable, even if they didn't speak and sometimes just appeared out of no where—it was plus 30 points to greet them before they fully appeared.

You didn't need money in Heaven either, everything was free—but taking excess was a subtraction of 100 points. It was very easy to take excess, as Emil did it three times in his first two days.

And when he tried to feebly explain he wasn't sure how much was too much, he lost more points. It was truly a pain in the ass. (-200 for swearing.)

Emil walked towards the fountain. If he just sat and read a book, not the Book, but very very boring book that he found at a dusty shop, then he didn't get any points off. Though, he didn't get any points added either, but it was still better than having Lukas pop up and say "minus so and so points for this or that."

"Watch out, please." A soft voice said, placing a hand on Emil's shoulder.

"Huh?" Emil turned his head.

"It's 90 points off for stomping on the flowers." A girl with short blond hair with a ribbon in it smiled and pointed down to the flowers that Emil nearly crushed. Emil pursed his lips. This girl, had he seen her before? Not in passing in Heaven, but...

"Excuse me, what's your name, miss."

"Oh, I'm Lit-Lili." Something flashed behind her big green eyes. "Lili"

"Emil." He held out his hand, but before Lili could take it, Lukas appeared, sign in hand.

Lukas shoved the sign in Emil's face "350 points off for not thanking someone for their help."

Lili jumped and wave her hands out in front of her. "It's ok! It's ok! I don't need to be thanked."

Lukas looked down hard at her. She squirmed slightly. The angel marked out the number on the sign and shot Emil a warning glance before disappearing

Emil rubbed the back of his head. "Um, thank you."

***Hetalia!**

Lili and Emil sat on the side of the fountain. The more Emil talked to this girl, the more he felt like he'd met her before. Something about her was so so so familiar. Maybe it was just her accent, German, but not Germany German. He couldn't place just where he'd heard that dialect German.

"So," Emil smiled, "where did you live? Some place in Europe?"

Lili blushed. "I lived in Liechtenstein. It's very pretty country, and wealthy too."

Ah! That's it this girls reminds me of Liechtenstein.

Emil studied her face a little closer. She didn't just remind him of Liechtenstein, she looked just like her. In his head, Emil played back a few times he'd heard Liechtenstein talk. Their voices were the same too. If he, 'Iceland,' was here, then it wouldn't be impossible that she could be, or have been, 'Liechtenstein.'

"So where are you from?" Lili asked, leaning back slightly.

"Oh, I'm from Iceland—you know, sheep and weird museums? Very small and kind of isolated and lonely?" Emil said, trying to pry more information from her.

Liechtenstein has been to his country more than few times, so she has seen it actually a very nice place—or he hoped she thought it was. He would have asked, but Switzerland kept her so close to him that Iceland felt a little scared to go up to her—not matter how pretty she was.

Lukas' head and neck rose out of the water of the fountain, a lily pad hanging from his halo. "Indecent thoughts, deduction of 400 points." He slid back into the water.

Emil blushed. They weren't that bad thoughts...were they?

Lili cleared her throat, her own face red as well. "Well, um, Iceland isn't that bad. " She stood with her hands behind her back.

As Lili started to talk away, she smiled over her shoulder and told Emil, "They're very smart people. I heard they once moved a lava flow away from the town, and Iceland is doing very well for itself not being in the EU. Good bye."

Emil's blush got deeper. Such a pretty girl had complimented him and his country—though in that context they were one in the same.

"See you later, I hope!" He waved then said to himself. "I still don't know if she's Liechtenstein or not, but I do hope I see her again. I wonder if the dead can have a huge crush on a pretty girl." Emil paused, waiting for Lukas to appear and yell at him for "indecent" thoughts.

He never did.

**Hetalia**

For the next three days, Emil had seen and talked to Lili a few more times—his crush was definitely getting bigger—and had lost at least 3000 points or more.

He wasn't sure what his total was—Lukas refused to tell him—but he was sure he was pretty far in the red.

He figured Lili, being how sweet and nice she was, probably had a pretty high total and was pretty close to being 'reincarnated.'

When he brought that up, Lili blushed and shook her head, saying she wasn't that good of a person, and she got a large amount of point deducted a lot, but she couldn't handle Hell all that well, either: she was just too nice for them there so she'd rather stay here.

"You're expected to step on the flowers there," She had said, "and they're such pretty flowers."

Emil covered his ears, trying his best to ignore Lukas and his sign. It was -50 points if you ignore Lukas when he'd deducting points. And Emil had been ignoring him for the last for few minutes. His anger was building.

Lili sighed, flipping a page in the dull, dull book Emil brought with him.

"You're really don't doing very well! Minus 50 points!" Lukas too was growing annoyed. "If you acknowledge me, I'll give you back 100 points for responding. I'll take them all away if you say 'I'm sorry, Lukas.'"

Emil finally threw his hands up. "I'm done! I-I-I I'm going to Hell!"

Lili dropped the book. "Emil, please don't leave me!"

"I'm sorry, Lili. I'm clearly not good enough for this place." Emil grumbled through gritted teeth.

Lukas scribbled on his sign and held it up near Lili. "Minus 200 for using another person for your own personal gain—like yesterday and the day before."

Tears welled up in Lili's eyes. Before Emil could speak, the girl took off. Lukas deducted 150 points for running away.

Something turned in Emil's stomach. Of course, why else would a pretty girl hang around him if she couldn't use him? When he was alive, when he was a country, he knew that well. People did not do things that they did not gain anything out of, especially is that other person was a country.

Emil glanced over his shoulder as he headed for the Heaven's gate. "Bye, Lili."

His heart felt like it was being torn apart.

Ladies, gents, and those who identify with both or either, I wrote this while I was cooped up for about the 15th time this winter when the snow made it impossible for them to safely have school, so if it seems like I wrote this while wrapped in a blanket watching the Chew or Rachel Ray, then you can guess why.

Anyway, ever since I saw the video for the Vocaliod song "Heaven and Hell" I wanted to do something with it creatively (mostly because when Len had his hair up he looked alot like Denmark to me.) so Yeah! in my first idea, Japan was going to be the one there (not that he's a lolicon or anything!) but I like tormenting Iceland a little bit more. (No offense, Iceland!) Anyway! Yeah, this is a duel shot so it'll end the next chapter. I hope you like this and the next.

~Waveripple