A/N: Hey everybody! As some of you may know, I decided to start this story over so here's the revamped version! The prologue is relatively the same, but I assure you that the rest is going to be different. (And by the rest I mean that one other chapter I posted, haha). I just want to give a special thanks to 91RedRoses for the editing and thanks to my friend who read it over for me afterwards. You both are awesome ;w;

Also, for those of you who don't know, the pairings will be: UkUs and Onesided!Devil!Al/America. Woo, that's a mouthful. This may or may not include side pairings. We'll just let the story decide that c; Annnnnnd I'll stop rambling now! Hope you enjoy :3

America walked through the streets of New York, slurping away at his large cup of soda while clutching his dinner, which was hidden inside an overly large McDonald's bag. He walked at a slower pace than usual, enjoying the cool night's air blowing against his face. He loved nights like this. Other than the hustle and bustle of the city, everything was cool, calm, collected.

And America was at ease.

For the first time in what seemed like forever, he was caught up on all of his work. The next world meeting wasn't for another two weeks or so, giving him enough time to get everything situated for the other nations' arrival as well as relax. Maybe he could finally get around to playing those video games that Japan sent him a few weeks prior.

America turned the corner, making his way down a long alleyway. He wasn't too worried about what may lurk within the grimly lit street considering that the only thing that would really be a threat was a human, which he knew he could easily overpower given his superhuman strength. Besides, he'd been down this way numerous of times as a shortcut and nothing bad ever happened.

He began humming a little tune to himself, loosely swinging his arm holding the bag back and forth in a childlike manner. He was completely unaware of a strange figure perched upon a rooftop watching him intently.

Icy blue eyes observed the seemingly upbeat man below, a malicious grin stretching across his unusually pale face. Short, pointy fangs glistened from the moonlight as they were revealed. A long, black tail swung lazily behind him as he studied the other practically skipping down the vacant alley.

He narrowed his eyes and stood up, deciding that he wanted a closer look at this human.

He stretched his wings—big, black bat-like wings—, which were cramped up from being curled about his body, before they began flapping rapidly and silently, sending him straight into the air.

America stopped and suddenly felt chilled, feeling as if somebody was watching him. He glanced back, quickly, not seeing anything out of the ordinary. Pulling his beloved bomber jacket closer to his frame, America told himself that it was just his imagination. Regardless if he could defend himself or not, the mere idea of somebody watching him freaked him out—most likely due to his horror movie obsession—but he chided himself not to think about that at the moment.

He began to walk a bit quicker than his current pace so he could get out of the alleyway faster. His cheerful humming was gone, and his heart thumped quicker and quicker in his chest, and his breath came shorter and shorter to match his faster and faster pace. He was almost at the end. He could see the dim lights of neon signs, of safety, coming closer. America occasionally looked behind him to ensure that nobody was following him and let out a sigh of relief when that feeling of dread washed away.

BANG!

The loud noise echoed through the quiet alley, causing Alfred to let out a small scream and nearly jump out of his skin. His breathing heavy, his eyes dilated and darted back and forth as the banging noise sounded again and his heart hammered against his chest. He squinted to see in the darkness, wondering idly if he even wanted to see what that was. His eyes widened as a large shadowy figure came out from behind a trashcan. The hair on the back of his neck raised as his mind screamed in gibberish panic to just run, get out of there NOW! As it slowly stepped closer, Alfred took steps back, trying to keep a distance between himself and the shadow.

He was about to make a break for it until the owner of the shadow came into view revealing... a cat. America's breath came out in a huge rush that sounded half hysterical and mentally cursed at himself for getting worked up over such a miniscule thing. He stomped his foot down bitterly which startled the feline into a run. He watched its retreating form disappear into the dark and ran a trembling hand down his face, shaking his head slightly.

Silently behind him… the demonic figure landed, ready to pounce.

Before he could turn around to continue walking, he felt himself being pinned to the brick wall behind him, dropping his food and beverage in the process. His head smacked painfully against the concrete wall which made him a bit disoriented. While he was dazed, a hand as cold as ice clamped over his mouth as his wrists were pulled high above his head. He began struggling almost immediately after he regained his composure. Minutes passed and Alfred's struggles began to turn frantic, finding that he was unable to escape the cold grip that this stranger had on him. He let out a frustrated cry as he thrashed about.

The other watched the American with a devious smirk plastered on his face.

Oh, he liked what he saw. The person before him had the most beautifully vibrant blue eyes that he has seen in a long time, much brighter and warmer than his own. His hair was a shiny wheat-blond color with a stubborn little piece sticking up; the demon found it more endearing on the other rather than himself. The warmth radiating off of the sun-kissed skin had him pressing up even closer to the struggling blond, wanting to feel the heat against his cold skin. Another admirable trait that he has come to notice about the man was his strength. He seemed to be a lot stronger than the average human considering the fact that the demon had to use most of his strength to keep the other pinned. Those bright blue eyes locked with his cold blue ones and the struggling slowly came to a halt.

Perhaps he tired himself out? The thought made the creature smirk almost cockily.

America's chest was heaving from the fight he put up to get this creep off of him. He was beyond scared by this point. He knew for a fact that a human could never overpower him, so how come he wasn't free and kicking this person's ass yet?

He finally dared to look at the face of his captor and his eyes widened in shock. It wasn't the fact that the other looked exactly like him, save for the color of his hair, skin, and eyes. No. It was the large, black wings splayed out from behind his back that made Alfred blink several times just to be sure that he wasn't just seeing things. He wasn't. Something caught his eye and he averted his gaze to look at what it was. His widened even farther when he saw a slender tail, pointed at the end, swaying in and out of his view, like a snake about to strike. Black horns were sticking out from his head, albeit they were barely visible because they matched the color of his hair.

This was no human...

Alfred's brain automatically went to one monster that he has seen so many horror movies about- Demon. The creature before him fit the description quite well, much to Alfred's dismay. He began struggling with a new vigor and kicked his legs out blindly, hoping— praying—that he could render the demon weak if only for a minute so he could get away.

His prayers were answered as one blessed leg was brought straight up between the monster's legs. Hard.

Icy blue eyes widened comically as he was kicked right in the crotch. He immediately let go of Alfred and dropped to his knees. Demon or not, that still hurts. It was almost as bad as harming their tails. He snarled and glared at the human's retreating form with angry eyes.

America scrambled away from the creature as soon as he got his hands free and broke out in a run not even a moment after. He heard snarling come from behind him, but refused to look back. His footsteps pounded against the concrete floor beneath him, his eyes focused solely at the end of the alley which was getting closer and closer with each passing moment.

He dared to turn back to see if he was being chased and he willed himself to run faster when he saw just how close the demon was to him. America stumbled as he felt something dig into the back of his jacket- almost as if he was going to be grabbed- before what felt like claws swiped down and ripped three long strips into the middle.

Alfred's breathing became ragged, both from lack of air and knowing that that thing was getting closer. Just before he could make it to the safety of the open streets—when had the end of this alley gotten so far away?— he felt himself falling to the earth and a heavy weight pinning him down. He opened his mouth to scream for help, but nothing would come out save for a pathetic, little yelp that was far too quiet to get the attention of another person.

The hand made its way back to his mouth, sharp nails harshly digging into the sides of Alfred's cheeks. He let out a squeak of pain while tears made their way down his face, fear completely taking over. Sobs wracked his body uncontrollably when a deceitfully gentle hand caressed the side of his face before roughly grabbing his hair and yanking his head back. A long, slimy tongue slowly licked the shell of America's ear which made him shiver in disgust at the action.

A pair of lips brought themselves closer to the helpless blond's ear and whispered three little words that made Alfred let out a terror-filled sob.

"You are mine."

And without any warning, fangs sunk deeply into his neck. He let out a cry of agony...

...America sprung up from his bed, excessively sweating and hyperventilating. He ran his shaking hands up and down his body before settling his right hand on his neck. He looked around his room and willed himself to calm down. It was just a nightmare. You're fine. You're fine. He kept assuring himself. He glanced at the clock, the bright red numbers indicating that it was a little after 3.

He buried his face in his hands until his breathing became normal again. Several minutes later, America slowly got out of bed and trudged to the bathroom. Once inside, he turned the cold water on and looked in the mirror. The reflection revealed his disheveled appearance and he grimaced. He splashed the water on his face to rid it of the dried tears and snot that intermingled with his sweat and wiped it off with a plush towel.

America trudged back over to his bed and tiredly snuggled back under his covers. He grabbed a pillow that was thrown astray, most likely during his nightmare, and held it close to his chest in a comforting manner. Blue eyes slowly slipped closed and he drifted off into a deep slumber several minutes later.

A breeze blew in from the open window, rustling the curtains. Had Alfred been awake, he would have known that he had definitely shut and locked the window beforehand. A voice whispered in the wind.

"Oh, little human… you will soon be mine... Forever!"