A/N: Sorry not sorry. Let the screaming begin.

Plot: in an alternate universe where all of the countries are just angels living on land, and demons rule the underworld, no demon has ever gone into the overworld. Yes, there has been many wars to try and take it from the angels, but it's prohibited for a demon to go into the overworld. The overworld is guarded by impenetrable barriers, and no matter what, that barrier can't be broken. Even so, it's also guarded not just by demons on one side, but by Archangels on the other. Neither side wants the other, and if either go in the other's land, it is punishable by immediate death, or eternal torment, which is worse than death. An angel would have wings cut off and be subject to the worst death imaginable, and a demon would have their horns cut off after it was made visible forcibly, before it'd be grinded down, causing immense pain. The demon would be subject to a pain that no angel would comprehend. This has been law for eternity. No angel has ever had a demon in their world, no demon has ever had an angel in theirs. However, when one of the underworlds highest ranking demons is just too sick of his life, he, for some odd reason, longs to see the overworld. One day, he finally gets that chance when he's picked to be an ambassador for the underworld. He's set to make peace talks with the highest ranking angels of the Overworld, called the "G8", which was a group of the angels that were classed as eight powers. He siezes this chance as soon as he can though. Instead of doing these talks, or meeting them. As soon as he's over the barrier, he runs away from his title. Sadly, he can't forget he's a demon. Even if he wanted them to believe he wasn't a demon, he had wings darker than the night, as if it absorbed all the light, sucking it up and replacing it with nothingness, and of course, those two black horns that sprouted. He was by far, terrifying, but the only good thing about it was he could hide it, and of course, angels hid their wings and halo aswell, as it was bothersome. What happens to this demon as he meets person who takes him in as a brother, hiding it from him, and meets members of the G8 without knowing, and, without knowing, meeting alot of high-ranking angels along the way. What will happen to our demon as he tries to hide who he is? However, it was strange, as demons had never been scared, but he was terrified. He seemed to feel all of the worst emotions, though of course, he wouldn't dare hesitate to kill. This demon didn't just get his title without working for it. He was by far, one of the most feared, well-known demons in the underworld. He was so well known because of how merciless he was, and how sadistically cruel he apparently was. Rumors had always existed about how he'd torture demons to the brink of them begging for death, just to break them apart slowly, and then do unspeakable atrocities to them, but then again, these were just rumors, or were they? This demon seems to be quite strange, but even stranger after he realises what a specific G8 Angel is making him feel, love.. How can a demon deal with love?

Demon!Germany x Angel!Russia | Slight Angel!Italy x Demon!Germany (OneSided) | Angel!France x Angel!England (Established Marriage.)

Names:

Germany = Ludwig

Russia = Ivan Braginski

America = Alfred Jones

England = Arthur Kirkland

France = Francis Bonnefoy

Italy = Feliciano Vargas

Japan = Kiku Honoda

Prussia = Gilbert Beilschmidt

Belarus = Natalia Arlovskaya

Canada = Matthew Williams

China = Yao Wang

Hungary = Elizabeth (Skipping last name for her..)

Warnings so far: None, I think.

Prologue - Ludwig P.O.V

He let out a small sigh of annoyance as he walked through the streets of the underworld, he'd been summoned to it by his boss, who he was only allowed to refer to as "His boss" or "My Boss", whichever suited him. He suddently felt a small bit of confusion as he felt something soft and light tap against him and his well-tailored suit. He glanced over to his side to see his wings out, which had confused him. He was sure he'd done a good job at making those dissapear before he went off, and he was betting that his suit had some creases on it now thanks to them.

He suddently took note of where he was, glancing around the street, he realised how any demon on the street was staying on the other side of the road. He let a small frown appear on his face, like a father looking at a son in dissapointment. He couldn't blame the other demons though, after all, thanks to a specific demon journalist called Elizabeth, he had all of the lovely private life of his with friends ruined. He still vividly remembered that day.

He'd completed a long day at work, and he had been as stupid as to leave his uniform on. He had his wallet on a desk in the pristene black marble mansion-like building, and he'd forgotten it. He realised his error about 5 minutes into his walk, and he had practically flown back in such a rush, and yes, he knew it was illegal for them to fly in the street, but he didn't care. He had darted into the building, nearly slipping on the granite flooring as he slid to a halt at his door, which was wide open..

He'd walked into his office, turning his light on to freeze, he saw a female demon sat in his chair at his desk. She was holding a small black piece of card, which was obviously an I.D. She'd then looked up at him, a huge smile on her face as she extended a phone out of her bag, he didn't even move as she took the photo. It was a perfect shot. She'd then said that damned thing to him, which made him tip over the edge on an already stressful day.

"So, Ludwig. How much would you bet I could make by selling this information to the newspapers? After all, nearly everything is just dying to know who you are.. I'm sure you won't mind if I do though, will you~?"

She didn't even have a second to blink, she had a tight hand gripping her neck and was pinned to a wall, being held up by a long arm. He was furious, and you could tell. His eyes glowed a misty blue colour, and the room filled with blackness, and she began to tear up. Even if you were a demon, something this powerful was absolutely terrifying, as he could tell. He relaxed his grip, letting go. He glared at her coldly, a blank expression on his face before he spoke in a dark voice that lingered in ones mind with a chilling sound.

".. Leave. My. Office." He'd said monochromatically, but still coldly enough for her to get the memo. She just stared, wide-eyed at his act of mercy on her, before grabbing her bag and bolting, leaving his I.D on his desk.

That was his mistake, completely his.

He'd woke up the next day, put on a black suit with some grey undershirt and a black tie, gelled his hair and began to walk. He'd kept his wings invisible, and his horns stayed out. He grabbed a few things before heading out of his luxury housing, petting one of his large, black dogs goodbye before locking the door. He'd decided to walk, wanting to stop by a local StarBlacks and grab a quick coffee on the way to work. It was going well, and the weather was a lovely warm temperature, due to the summer, though it was warm all the time.. It didn't matter. He walked down the winding path before stepping out on the street and making his way.

He'd been walking down the street, but confused when he saw demons actively avoid his direction, it was almost concerning to see it, like he was some sort of demon-repellant or something. He finally reached the store, and got in line, accidentally stepping on someone's trousers. They yelled a profanity, whipping around to slap him before freezing, and letting out a scream. He raised an eyebrow at it, but quickly fixed it into a blank face. The demon practically fled the building, screaming and yelling a profanity. Nearly everyone there had turned to look at him, and all seemed horrified. Anyone who was infront of him immediately ran out of the line, not daring stand infront of him, and the Cafe worker looked ready to die on the spot. He was confused, but ordered a Latte to go.

He'd waited, before getting the Latte, and as he reached in his pocket, the Cafe manager had burst infront of the poor worker, begging him to just take the drink and leave without doing anything. He just nodded, walking out calmly, not a hint of emotion plastered anywhere on his face.

When he left the store, he continued walking for a while, and when he finally reached the Black marble and granite palace, his boss had practically screamed at him to get to their office over a call he'd recieved off him. He didn't hesitate to drop the drink as he raced up to his Boss's office, and immediately stopped at the door, a gentle knock three times, before entered, calmly and collectively.

"Sit down." His boss said.

He sat in the black leather chair, looking at his boss, waiting to know why he was called.

"Have you seen or read the news..?" His boss said with a stoic expression, staring at him with a studying gaze.

"Nein." He said, looking honestly at his boss, who seemed to not think it was just a facade.

His boss let out a sigh, rubbing their forehead with two fingers before opening a draw and taking out a newspaper. They gave it to him.

"Take it to your office and read it." They said after a pause.

He nodded firmly, stepping up silently and stalking out of the room as if he was never there. He'd walked down the stairs before walking up a hallway and into his office. He walked to his desk, sitting down and finally looking at the news. His eyes widened with shock as he read the headline and saw the picture.

'DEMON POWER'S IDENTITY REVEALED!' it said in big, bold letters on the top, with a picture of him in his uniform, looking with an expressionless face at him. He immediately read into it, it said about how he was cruel, heartless and had nearly killed the person who took the photo. He only let them go after they recieved injuries and said he'd come back later to make her suffer more. Absolute lies, his face became mixed with repulsion and concern. He read more.. It went on about how he'd killed millions of demons, and how sadistically insane he was about it. How he was a cold-blooded killer and was evil even by demon standards, how he was one of the most evil demons to ever exist, and how he wouldn't hesitate to kill anything that even spoke back to him, and the only reason he let something live was to give it more pain later, torturing it slowly till it broke. He felt his stomach twist up into knots as he stopped reading, some of this wasn't true. Whilst some may have been true, half of it wasn't! And it wasn't the real truth either. It was a twisted version of it.

He felt sick, infact, he was sick. He had the day off after that, he needed it though. Since then, no demon dared get near him, and the one time he was stopped by a rule-enforcing demon after flying, they looked at his ID before immediately freezing, apologising and begging him to spare them before fleeing off on wings. He'd rolled his eyes, put away his ID and left.. To be honest, he hated it. He wished of some other place where nobody knew him. He just wanted to be forgotten and nobody knew who he was or what he did. He wanted sanctuary. He wanted escape. Escape from here? Yes.. He just wanted to get away from everything. From the underworld, from his life, from all of it. It'd been like that ever since that day happened that 2 years ago. He was twenty now, though he looked about twenty four. He sighed.

His thoughts were abruptly disturbed as he was called to his Boss's office over a speaker, and he walked up the steps, knocking once firmly before walking in like a cold, emotionless statue. He sat down on the chair as his boss looked at him with a huge grin.

"Ludwig, I have chosen you for something extremely important, and I know you will do this, you'll accomplish your mission and return back. Clear?" His boss said, hiding the hyperactivity in their voice.

"Ja." He said blankly, staring.

"Great~! Alright.. You've been chosen as THE AMBASSADOR for the underworld.. For now, atleast. Your mission is to go to the Overworld and do peace talks with the Eight forces. As you're you, I see no problem with is, understood?" His boss said after a long pause, looking at him with positively beaming eyes.

He stared, wide eyed, like a deer caught in headlights, unsure of what to do. He wasn't going to let this pass up though, if this was the overworld, this was escape. Maybe, just maybe, he could get away from it all whilst there. He formulated a plan as he nodded silently in agreement, walking out of the room as he was dismissed by his boss. He finally completed thinking up his plan.

1 ) Get to the Overworld.

2 ) Hide his Identity from everything.

3 ) Masquerade as an Angel for the time up there.

3 ) Escape his life.

He knew it already. He beamed with joy. As soon as he got over, he'd just have to slip out of the car he'd be taken in, hide his wings and horn, make sure he's wearing light clothing, and he'd be free. He would not be questioned, as no demon had ever gone to the overworld, but he'd seen pictures, and it was beautiful.. He couldn't even wait, he rushed off to the tailors to find a suit that was a beautiful, untainted white, and it had a black undershirt, which matched with a black tie. It looked so proper, and it was from a company called "Pucchi ~ Underworld" Obviously, this meant they were extra-expensive, because they were made in the overworld. He chose out a matching pair of white oxfords, and brought them. He even got a lavender-scented hair-wash instead of a cherry one, just because it was more commonly appealing to the smell, but he still preffered cherry. He made sure to get extra gell and other things. He was ready, he couldn't wait for it. It was a few days before he left, oh, how he had to get ready. His life was only just now starting to begin, and he wasn't going to miss it.