This story scares me because I came up with the idea in two days (I usually let my ideas baste for a while) and still don't ENTIRELY know where I'm going with this. Just so you guys know, this story is likely to revolve around Japan. He's really not in this chapter, which is why I wanted to mention it.

Warning: Angels, Demons, Heaven, Hell, and God are all possible to be mentioned at some point in this story. I'll keep it basic and mostly non-religious but if these ideas super bother you, read another story or forever hold your flames from my reviews section.

Here're the human names I used, let me know if any of them are wrong (if there's a cannon or fannon name I should've used instead).

Sealand: Peter
Wy: Jane
Liechtenstein: Lillie
Finland: Tino
Sweden: Berwald
Romania: Vladimir
Norway: Lukas
Ancient Rome: Aldarik
Germania: Everet
China: Yao Wang
The Italies: Vargas brothers
Prussia: Gilbert


"Are you guys excited!" a young boy asked while jumping in the air smiling at his friends. He wore all white, as most angelic figures did, aside from a blue strip on his cap and matching blue bandanna tied around in neck. Blonde hair was tucked mostly into a large hat, aside from bangs kept out to help in covering his prominent eyebrows. The boy's smile seemed to never fade.

"Honestly I'm kind of nervous. I wish mein bruder were here." The girl who had responded did so quietly, and politely, while adjusting a purple ribbon she kept in her hair.

"Oh come on," the boy cried back, "I wish Berwald and Tino where here but you don't see me complaining. We'll do fine!"

"Yea, you lap onto ever word your brother says so dearly, I just don't see how you could forget something," the other of the two girls responded. She flipped her curly, brown ponytail out of her face and felt it bob on and off the side of her head as they walked.

"I wonder what kind of angels we'll become!"

"Peter, we only become angels if we pass," the brunet snapped.

"Do you think we won't pass?" the girl with a ribbon in a lock of her hair asked, furrowing her eyebrows in concern.

"Well I know I'll pass, it's you two I'm worried about," the girl responded, tossing her nose in the air. After all, her brother's brother was one of the instructors. They hadn't talked much but surely he'd know his own family and recognize a powerful angel when he saw one.

"Lillie," the boy commented, grabbing her on the shoulder, he also grabbed the other,"Jane, we'll do great! We will pass and become real angels! No doubt about it!"

"I hope so," the most timid of the bunch commented, tugging on her skirt, "we're here." Peter excitedly bounded the four steps leading up to a set of wooden double doors before forcing them open with a fair bit of his strength. The trio was greeted by a grand hall complete with books lining every inch of the five story high walls, tables slew about with bottles, jars, potions, open books, and sprawled in journals. In the doorway stood a chipper man in a white overcoat with a red belt and collar. He had a small, white hat from his head with red, purple, and pink ribbons attached to it. The man smiled, and his oddly pointy canine teeth stood out as he leaned forward, dusty brown hair falling into his eyes. On his chest, a small emblem resembling a wand had a slight sparkle to it.

"Hello, children! My name is Vladimir, and welcome to The Hall of Magic! Come in, come in!" He stepped to the side and allowed the children entry. They walked in and stood beside several other kids and whispered to each other. The noise in the room grew as more and more kids came in until about 15 pre-angles were collected in the hall. Peter paused mid sentence when he noticed the room quieting down and turned to the attention of three angels, all of which embodying Vladimir's same emblem, standing side by side in the center of the room. Vlad stepped ahead of the other two and cleared his throat.

"I hope everyone is excited to be here. I would like to again welcome you to the Hall of Magic. Potions allowing angels to descend to the earth, defense from demons, aids in missions, assignment, recall, and much more is handled here by myself and the other angels of magic." One of the two left in the back took a few steps forward. The man was fairly plain in a white top and white pants, but a yellow pin in the shape of a cross held back the hair on the right side of his head, and he had piercing, violet eyes with little expression behind them.

"You, have all come for assignment," he stated, earning some murmurs from the crowd, "today, our job will be to make sure, first, that you are equipped properly to be angels and then, give you a role. Your role is determined by your characteristics, not us. An angel who had always been obsessed with romance, grows to become an Angel of Love. An angel who has always been headstrong grows to become an Angel of Determination. As you know, it is all natural selection. Any questions?" The man waited, but no questions came. They never did. Child angels always knew exactly what to expect for assignment tests and were bursting with nervousness, excitement, or some mixture of the two. He mentally smiled at the group as he remembered stressing over study, and meticulously measuring his wingspan and counting each individual feather on his white, dove-like wings hundreds of times over in the months before his test. He could still feel the warmth in his chest and the tingle of his cheeks and he did a rare feat for himself, and smiled, upon getting his top choice of Angel of Magic. For the first few weeks he glanced back at his wand emblem at least twice a minute in pride. He studied the children's giddy and nerve-ridden faces hoping the same positive fate awaited them that day.

"Good," a blonde man with hazel eyes named Arthur commented, "then let's get started. Wingspan!" All of the child angels in the room forced their wings out of their backs and through the holes in the tops of their shirts and dresses near their shoulder blades. They expanded their wings outwards and waited as the three angles of magic came around with measuring tape. Arthur struggled not to laugh as one lanky boy held his breath the moment the device touched his feathers and forgot to breathe until long after he had walked away. One girl, with the purest white wings anyone had ever seen, came up just a few centimeters short, and was sent home anyways doomed to try again next year or whenever her wings finished growing in. The young angels' hearts went out to her, but also felt blessed beyond belief to not be in her position. Lillie was nervous, but her wings were slightly longer than her height, so passing was no issue. Jane also had good luck and Peter did not even need to be measured. He'd had a wing-spurt so early his wings were the longest in the room and he passed with flying colors.

Next, came the flight test. Each angel-child climbed to the top of a podium, jumped off, free fell until they passed a red rope, and then had to fly across the room before they hit the ground. Jane had to re-do hers for having started flying a tad bit to early. Peter glided across the room with ease, and Lillie performed well, remembering the exact angle her brother told her to hold her wings at to help with a smooth landing. One boy, however, flew himself right into a mound of books and was sent home early, partially for having irritated Arthur, not that that's hard to do. The third and final test, aside from the basic function tests, the one that ended up choking up Peter, was the archery test. Each angle was given a color and targets of every color where enchanted by the Angels of Magic to float about the room. Once you shot three of your targets out of the air, you were done. Peter was last to finish, just barely making the time deadline. In the end only nine of the original 15 passed, others sent home angrily or in tears.

The basic functions test ended up booting one more boy from the successful group as he failed the vision test and was instructed to apply for glasses. Lillie herself failed initially the logic test, but realized just before leaving in shame that her bubbling was a number off, redid it all in the two minutes she had left, and got perfect marks.

"Congratulations," one of the angels who called himself Lukas commented, "you have all passed! Now, you receive your assignments." The three angles of magic smiled at the children who were all on the edge of their hypothetical seats and started to work their way down the line. One girl actually had the power to make Lukas of all people actually laugh. Upon receiving her assignment as an Angel of Love, she let out a high pitched squeal, grabbed him by the collar, and started jump-flying the two in circles.

Finally, the three instructors made it to Jane, Lillie, and Peter, beginning rituals on them all at once. They poured pink, red, and white liquids into bowls, stirring as they went, before reciting a chant over the bowl causing it to flash light. They gave each other small smiles commenting on 'the last three of the day' before standing in front of each one, a bowl of potion in hand.

Peter smiled excitedly up at his elder brother, Arthur. The two had not seen one another in so long and he was truly so excited to have not only passed the test, but have passed it under Arthur's instruction, under Arthur's judgement. Sometimes, Peter couldn't help but feel as if Arthur didn't believe in him, but he shook away those thoughts as the elder angel dipped his hand into the liquid. When he pulled it out, his hand was glowing, and he waved it eloquently in the air, casting Peter in a cloak of sparkles. The magical dust all flashed away and the boy craned his neck to steal a glance at his own breast-pocket. An emblem appeared there, a music note. It flashed and became a heart. Then, a firecracker, the number nine, it continued flashing and flashing on and on until it finally stopped. The symbol Peter was given was a small, delicate flower, that had seemed to have just bloomed.

"What is it?" he asked, not recognizing the picture as anything he'd seen before on the elder angles he knew. Tino was an Angel of Joy, symbolized by a sun. Berwald bore a baby bassinet on his breast, brandishing him an Angel of Familial Love. Other than those two, Angle of Magic, and Angle of Angles, Peter didn't recognize much.

"How befitting," Arthur said with a thoughtful look and genuine smile. He ruffled his little brother's hair before breaking the news. "Peter, you are an angel of Hope." Hope? Had he said hope? An Angel of Hope? Peter felt a swelling in his heart as his shocked, agape mouth broke into a grin. He would be one of the angels who would go into the world and give people hope in their time of need. He would be the one to lift people up, to make them feel like they can be something, like they can do something. To give them a reason to keep trying. Hope. The boy nearly squealed in excitement before turning to eye his friends, who smiled at him encouragingly, until both were shocked by the glitter surrounding their bodies. When the light faded, the two glanced at their emblems. Lillie had been given a silhouette of a head, with the brain visible in the cranium. Jane, on the other hand, had a man flexing both of his huge arms. Vlad, who had been standing in front of Jane holding a magic-filled bowl chuckled.

"Angel of Confidence."

"Oh yea," Peter commented rolling his eyes, "she has plenty to go around." Jane couldn't be bothered to pout, or reprimand him. She simply placed a hand over her chest and struggled to push back a grin.

"Wh-What about me?" Lillie begged, a bit distracted by her emblem to be excited for her friends.

"What about you? Well, I'm happy I got to be the one to assign you," Lukas commented. Despite his so called happiness, his expression didn't much change. "I think you'll be back for recall someday, Ms. Angel of Knowledge." The other kids in the room all gasped, oohed, and ahhed, including Peter who ran up to hug her, lifting the frail girl off the ground as he did so.

"M-me? Angel of...are you sure?"

"Certain." Lillie didn't look certain. "Now then, can someone tell me why this is important?" Lukas asked. He pointed to one of the girls still in the room who had been dubbed an Angel of Dedication.

" , it's important because Angels of Knowledge are very likely to be recalled for a new assignment and become The Angel of Wisdom."

"And what does the Angles of Wisdom do?" Arthur probed, pointing to a little boy who had noticeably accurate archery skills.

"The Angel of Wisdom works with the Angels of Angels to lead and guide all of us in the Angel Committee."

"Who are the current Angels of Angels?" Lukas threw back in. Lillie was first to raise her hand and responded a bit shyly, but still properly.

"Uhm, Evert, father of many angels including mein bruder, and Gilbert, and Adalric who is grandfather to the Vargas brothers. But, the person most likely to become Angel of Wisdom right now is a Mr. Yao Wang, because of his age, not the other Angels of Knowledge, and certainly not me. You Angels of Magic even have more of a chance than I do..." she eyed her shoes and she shifted from foot to foot. It was more rare for Angels of Knowledge, Magic, Wisdom, or Angels to go to the Earth. Angels of Angels really only went when a passed away human's soul was meant to be turned into an angel, and they usually had an Angel of Magic or two to accompany them. Magic angels also did go to earth to give people wonder, make them believe in magic, or perform a magical act that someone just really needed to see. Angels of Knowledge were mostly used for helping the Angels prosper through research, but they did go to the earth from time to time to give someone an ingenious thought or help on an important exam. Their role was one of great respect and importance. It was a high, high honor to become one of these four types of angels, and Lillie was having a hard time believing little ol' her had become one. She was near certain her emblem would dissapear over the next couple of days, she would come for recall, and she would get a new job like a simple Angel of Joy.

"You should feel proud Lillie," Peter commented batting her back, "you know your brother would love this. You will too!"

"Oh, come on, give me some arrows," Jane commented, gesturing to her emblem of confidence, "I can fix her."

"Speaking of arrows," Vlad interjected, jumping into action, "We are due to issue you all some! Now, remember the chant."

"Arrows are powerful, not for play. Only use them in a good way," a choir of children called out from memory. From the day they were born and first tried to touch he arrows of their siblings or parents they heard that chant over and over and over again.

"Good, glad you get it," Arthur opened up a chest and reached inside, pulling out the first bag and turning to the children, "let's get you equipped!"


So, as you can see, Japan didn't come up. I'm pretty sure the next chapter will continue to follow around the kids and it won't include him there either. But like for sure, he'll come up and this story will have a plot soon. For right now, I just want to ease you guys into the setting. It's a world of angels - there's a lot to explain. Go ahead and expect me from here on to forget to capitalize something or write angle instead of angel. It's GOING to happen. Or maybe it already did *laughs*.

Let me know in the reviews if you guys like this idea/story and if you have any hints for me. I know where I want it to go but I'm so open to other ideas. Thanks for the read, and if you're coming from Mirror, Mirror, I'm so sorry. Don't hate me.