(Also, I do not own Hetalia or its smexy characters. If I did, they will be real and I would forever stalk England, Romano and the BTT! I do own the plot though)

One thing Arthur hates most is being powerless against his enemy, yet here he is, glaring into those hell fire red eyes with his grass green ones from the ground. The albino devil has Arthur to the ground, smirking. Any move Arthur makes grants him death. Another thing he hates. He is an angel, which means that he can't lie and can't swear. But, oh God, if he could, he would've given this creature a sea full from a foul mouth, but alas, he could only say the first two letters every time which pissed him off more.

The devil continues to smirk at the British angel with his spade tipped tail and devil gun pointing at him. "So, we doing this the easy way, or do I have to kill you?"

"I would rather fall than let you do that, Gi-"

Thump. Arthur opens his eyes to see he has fallen out of bed again. He sighs and gets up, stretching his arms and wings, and the rest of his body. For some reason, he was having the same dream over and over again for the past month, and when he told someone, they asked if he was feeling alright and Arthur always returned that answer with a glare. He also woke up from said dream at the same point of it in the same way every time, and was surprised he hadn't had brain damage yet.

Arthur walks to his small kitchen in his fairy pyjamas to get some breakfast. As he walks down the stairs groggily, he smells something really nice coming from the kitchen. Sleepily, he follows the smell, almost dragging his wings along as well.

When he reaches the kitchen, he notices Francis at the oven, cooking something on the stove top.

Francis is an angel of love and is quite serious about his job that he himself would jump from lover to lover with hardly any break. So Arthur gave him the nickname, Frog.

Arthur pulls out a chair and sits on it, resting his head on the table, arms and wings hanging by his sides as he watches Francis cook. Francis turns around a bit and smiles at the half asleep British angel. "Bonjour mon petit lapin. You look terrible. Didn't sleep well again I take it?"

Arthur gives a grunt as a response and continues to watch the frog cook. As much as Arthur hates to admit, he loves Francis' cooking and is thankful that when he comes around that he does end up cooking something delicious for them both.

Francis continues smiling and turns back to his cooking, "I take it that you had that dream again mon cher? It has been a month and you are having the same dream over and over and it has the same guy all the time. Could it be, mon cher, that you are sexually frustrated?" Francis chimes with his French accent as he continues to smile and ducks down a bit as Arthur threw something at him. "I'm not like you, bloody frog!" Arthur's face blushes from the comment, but he feels a bit more awake now. Francis laughs a bit as he brings their breakfast to the table for them to start eating.

Arthur looks at the new meal in front of him and tries a bit of it. He smiles at the taste which Francis takes as a sign of approval from the Brit and starts eating his breakfast too. They stay like this until Arthur finishes his breakfast and walks to his bathroom to have a shower and get ready for the day.

Arthur carefully washes his wings, annoyed at how sensitive they can be at times as he runs the sponge over the feathers. After he knows his wings are as clean, he steps under the water and lets it run over his body. He tries to figure out what the dream he keeps having means. Could it be a warning? Could it be an old memory he had forgotten in his long life? Whatever it is, he cannot stop thinking about the dream and the devil that appears in it. Arthur opens his eyes slightly, water still running down his face. "Gi … Was I going to call him a git, or does his name begin with Gi …." Before Arthur could have a chance to think about the dream and the man in it any further, the shower water suddenly ran cold, causing Arthur to jump out of the shower, growling. "Bloody frog. One of these days, I'm going to kill him for changing the water temperature on me when I'm still in the shower."

Arthur grabs a towel and proceeds to dry himself off.