Disclaimer: Hetalia doesn't belong to me, it belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya.
Rated M for: language, violence/blood/slight gore later on, possibly character death and possibly sexual situations later on.
They had no idea. No one could have predicted the pure destruction those savages would bring in the case that they wage war on each other. And savage was so inaccurate too, to describe them. Who called Angels savages, monsters, devils? They certainly didn't use to, but war has that effect on everyone, even holy beings apparently.
Civil War had erupted between two clashing forces in Heaven, and an all-out battle for power and control had begun. To most creatures of the supernatural and paranormal variety, Angels were the least violent of them. Maybe not to Demons, but they were a separate case, seeing as how they were naturally attracted to and repulsed by the divine creatures. All supernatural and paranormal creatures were attracted, to some degree, to the pure aura that Angels naturally emitted. 'Good' creatures were drawn to it to seek peace and warmth while 'Evil' creatures were drawn to it to corrupt it and make that power their own. It caused extreme animosity between the Angels and Demons, and in those conflicts was when the Angels let their true colors shine. But to the other creatures, Angels had always been calm, collected, wise, and when they did get violent, their attacks were swift and deadly accurate.
Demons were one of the only creatures—on a very short list—that could give an Angel a hard time in battle. Likewise for Demons, Angels proved the most capable at exorcising them.
As war waged and the Angels succeeded only in destroying Heaven, some Angels fled. Or at least they tried to flee. It seemed that both sides had equal numbers and power-wise both sides weren't gaining any ground. Most of the soldier Angels were men who had left their own families to slaughter someone else's. And nobody was spared from the slaughter, not parents, not children, not even babies. Each side wanted to destroy the other completely and make sure no Angel on the other side would seek revenge.
In a little house near the border of Heaven, a mother was trying hurriedly to pack supplies for her baby, hoping to take her little one and flee Heaven. Their house was so far out, she was desperately hoping that no enemy soldiers would think to look out there. She finished putting the supplies into an easily carried bag and secured it on her back between her fluttering wings, as her infant would be held in her arms. She would be flying faster than she had ever before, just wanting to leave this God forsaken place and she wanted to make sure her baby was safe.
As she was double checking if she had everything, she heard her baby start to fuss. Walking over to him, she took as much time as she dared to observe him and hush him as she could very well die or never see her son again. If she had to she would suppress his Angelic side and cast him down to Earth, where hopefully a nice family would find and care for him. If there was a winning side, no Angel should be able to sense him unless somehow his powers were released, but she doubted any Witch or Warlock would be able to undo an Angel's spell. His powers would, however, most likely revealing themselves to him, as her spell would weaken over time. She could also suppress her own powers, but because they were already developed so well it would be hard to hide it from other Angels. But she would have to get her and her son away safely first.
Reaching out, she gently rubbed her fingers through his soft hair, trying to calm him down. He stopped his fussing and blinked open his eyes. He stared at her for a moment before her little Angel smiled happily at having his mother's attention. She in turn smiled gently back at her son, wishing that he had a foreseeable future and that she could be sure she would be with him. She wanted nothing more to watch him grow up, but she would sacrifice herself if it meant that he would live.
She picked him up, cuddling him briefly before putting him in a sling and tying it around her torso. Taking a quick scan of the house, she nodded to herself, glanced down at her child, then peaked out of the house. Seeing no one around, she quietly exited into the cool night air and silently walked around the house, keeping her eyes and ears alert to any movement or sound. She could feel her heart beating throughout her entire body, betraying her calm exterior and showing how much anxiety this attempt brought her. Her little one had fallen asleep a bit after she had secured him in, and she wished she could be that relaxed for once in what seemed like forever.
Finally reaching the border separating Heaven from the Human Realm, she thought maybe this would be easier, maybe they weren't that concerned with every last Angel, surely the ones fleeing proved no threat, right?
She sincerely hoped so.
She stretched out her white wings, getting ready to take off while psyching herself up. She had to do it and she had to do it now. Come on, she thought to herself, for him. Stealing a glance down at her son's peaceful, sleeping face, she extended her wings out and shot into the sky, flying straight up to gain momentum for her flight downwards. She reached a peak and dove down, holding her arms across her son to protect him from some of the high speed wind. She soared past the edge of the border and started to descend onto Earth. Then the worst thing possible happened.
She heard shouts.
She had a few seconds to turn her head and process what she was seeing in the dark before her eyes widened and she tried accelerating her speed, hoping to out-fly the Angels pursuing her. There were only two of them, but she knew she was out-matched. She may have been powerful, but she had her baby to worry about. They couldn't know about her child or they would certainly kill him if they succeeded in disposing of her first. She hoped they didn't spot him and fully intended to use the darkness of the night to her advantage.
The Angels caught up to her quickly, much to her dismay, and started trying to bring her down. They weren't going to capture her; she was running and they had orders to kill all Angels who fled to Earth this way, as they were on the 'enemy's' side, having killed the patrol guards some time ago. She was quick but seemed to be burdened with something which made her movements slower. Instead of planned out attacks and cooperating with each other, both of the Angels started attacking her at their own will, one using his magic and the other using a slender sword that sent out pulses of energy when he swung it.
Trying to dodge the attacks and protect her son was proving difficult; her tunic was already ripped in places and stained red at the edges. She was more focused on her son's safety than her own, but this proved to be fatal for her.
A magic burst hit one of her wings, stunning it and momentarily paralyzing the muscles there. She wobbled in mid-air, practically free-falling towards the now visible Earth. She used her other wing to stabilize herself as best she could, already starting to feel the paralyzed wing again. She cradled her son very close to her, as she was thinking of weaving through the trees to lose the two Angels following her.
As she was half distracted by thoughts of possible escape routes, the two pursuing Angels continued to try and knock her down. They knew that if she fell now, she would crash hard enough to seriously injure, if not kill herself. Slowing down, the two finally combined their attacks, the magic Angel lending his power to the sword-wielding Angel. He came to a halt, raised his sword up and with a mighty downward swing released all the energy in the blade. A huge slash of energy rocketed towards the escaping Angel, and because she was distracted, hit her directly between the shoulder blades and down her spine.
She saw the blow before she felt it, then she felt nothing. Her whole body had been paralyzed. The tree line was rapidly approaching, and going on instinct, she turned over so her back was facing the ground. If he survives I will die knowing he is safe.
Tears were in her eyes as she looked down at her son. He had always been a heavy sleeper, and she remembered times where he had been nearly impossible to wake up. It seems that even a sky battle couldn't rouse him from his slumber. Unfortunately, she was sure the impact would.
She put up two shields seconds away from hitting the ground, one on her back and a stronger one around her son. She didn't want to use too much magic; that was part of the reason she hadn't fought back. Since she knew she wouldn't be able to live with her son, she would instead suppress his powers. She pictured her son's smiling face as she made contact with the ground.
The two Angels who had attacked her watched from above, satisfied that an enemy had been killed. Unaware of the baby Angel she had been holding, they left without bothering to check is she was dead. If she wasn't, she would be soon.
The impact had hurt immensely, and if she were any other creature she would probably be dead. As it was she was teetering on the edge of consciousness. She lay in a crater created by the impact, and she was pretty sure one of her legs was broken, as well as some of her ribs and both her shoulder blades. Despite healing quicker than most creatures, her body had taken a huge hit, and was still partially paralyzed from the attack before. She would be too far gone before her body started repairing itself. Luckily her shield had protected her son.
The impact had indeed awoken him, and he was crying and wiggling in her arms. It hurt, but she pushed the pain to the back of her mind and tried to calm her son down. She removed the shield and positioned him on his stomach on top of her, so she could see him and he could easily see her as well. She felt herself growing weaker and decided to get the suppression over with.
She gathered her very essence into her hands and looked once more to her baby, her precious little boy. Cooing softly, she used some of her magic to force him into sleeping, partially because this would hurt somewhat and partially because she didn't want her baby in pain to be the last thing she saw.
She murmured the spell under her breath, the energy in her hands starting to glow brighter. She said the last word and placed her hand directly on her baby's little wings, pressing them down and into his back. The wings glowed pure white, as did the surrounding area on his back. Slowly the wings receded into his back, until the skin was smooth and unmarred.
She paused briefly, breathing heavily with sweat forming along her body. Her heart was pumping strongly and she could feel each beat in her injuries. Now that the wings were taken care of, she turned him onto his back and focused her energy into his body, placing her hand directly above his heart. He squirmed in discomfort for a few moments before he stilled, his mother doing her best to perform the spell as quickly as possible without messing up.
Finally she felt the magic fade from her hands, the glowing dying down before fading completely. She relaxed, staring at her son as he shifted slightly. She knew that if she faded away right then, he would wake up alone, confused, and terribly scared. With determination in her eyes, she did the only thing she felt she could: she gathered the last of her magic and teleported him to the nearest source of 'good' she sensed.
With the image of her son in her head and a small smile on her face, she let her mind go as her body disintegrated on the spot.
A/N-
Should the next chapter be from Alfred's POV, Ivan's POV, or the 'person who found the baby's POV? Alfred and Ivan would obviously be from the present of the story, the other person would be right after this chapter. If no one cares it will be from Ivan's POV.